Hamlet – Hamlet 1Homepage / Academic programs / Faculty of Arts and Science / Humanities / Drama / Student Resources / Hamlet – Hamlet 1 Hamlet – Hamlet 1Shakespeare – MenAct 2, sc.2, lines 575-610………………………………………Now I am alone O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I! Is it not monstrous that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit That from her working all his visage wanned, Tears in his eyes, distraction in ‘s aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit? And all for nothing! For Hecuba! What’s Hecuba to him or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her? What would he do Had he the motive and cue for passion That I have? He would drown the stage with tears And cleave the general ear with horrid speech, Make mad the guilty and appal the free, Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed The very faculties of eyes and ears. Yet I, A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak Like John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause, And can say nothing–no, not for a king Upon whose property and most dear life A damned defeat was made. Am I a coward? Who calls me villain? Breaks my pate across? Plucks off my beard and blows it in my face? Tweaks me by the nose? Gives me the lie i’ the throat As deep as to the lungs? Who does me this? Ha! ‘Swounds, I should take it. For it cannot be But I am pigeon-livered and lack gall To make oppression bitter, or ere this I should have fatted all the region kites With this slave’s offal. Bloody, bawdy villain! Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain! Oh, vengeance!