This is only a figment of your imagination. Madness is good at
creating hallucinations.
HAMLET
Ecstasy?
My pulse as yours doth temperately keep time
And makes as healthful music. It is not madness
That I have uttered. Bring me to the test,
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And I the matter will reword, which madness
Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace,
Lay not that flattering unction to your soul
That not your trespass but my madness speaks.
It will but skin and film the ulcerous place
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Whilst rank corruption, mining all within,
Infects unseen. Confess yourself to heaven.
Repent what's past. Avoid what is to come.
And do not spread the compost on the weeds
To make them ranker. Forgive me this my virtue,
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For in the fatness of these pursy times
Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg,
Yea, curb and woo for leave to do him good.
HAMLET
Madness? My heart beats just as evenly as yours does.
There's nothing crazy in what I've just
uttered. Put me to the test. I'll rephrase everything
I've just said, which a lunatic couldn't do.
Mother, for the love of God, don't flatter yourself into
believing that it's my madness, not your crime,
that's the problem. You'd just be concealing
the rot that's eating you from the inside. Confess your
sins to heaven. Repent and avoid damnation. Don't spread
manure over the weeds in your heart; it'll only make them
more filthy. Forgive me my good intentions here since in these fat
and spoiled times, virtuous people have to say, “Beg your
pardon” to vile ones and beg for the chance to do any
good.
GERTRUDE
O Hamlet, thou hast cleft my heart in twain.
GERTRUDE
Oh Hamlet, you've broken my heart in two!
HAMLET
Oh, throw away the worser part of it,
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And live the purer with the other half.
Good night—but go not to mine uncle's bed.
Assume a virtue if you have it not.
That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat,
Of habits devil, is angel yet in this:
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That to the use of actions fair and good
He likewise gives a frock or livery
That aptly is put on. Refrain tonight,
And that shall lend a kind of easiness
To the next abstinence, the next more easy.
HAMLET
Then throw away the worse half, and live a purer life with the
other! Good night to you. But don't go to my
uncle's bed tonight. At least pretend to be virtuous,
even if you're not. Habit is a terrible thing, in that
it's easy to get used to doing evil without feeling bad
about it. But it's also a good thing, in that being good
can also become a habit.
Say no to sex tonight, and that will make it easier to say no the
next time, and still easier the time after that. Habit can change
even one's natural instincts, and either rein in the
devil in us, or kick him out. Once again, good night to you, and
when you want to repent, I'll ask you for your blessing
too. I'm sorry about what happened to this gentleman
(pointing to
POLONIUS), but
