15981135For Hecuba, why what is Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba?

16001136What would he do and if he had my losse?

1600.11137His father murdred, and a Crowne bereft him,

16021138He would turne all his teares to droppes of blood,

16031139Amaze the standers by with his laments,

1603.11140Strike more then wonder in the iudiciall eares,

16051141Confound the ignorant, and make mute the wise,

1605.11142Indeede his passion would be generall.

16061143Yet I like to an asse and Iohn a Dreames,

16091144Hauing my father murdred by a villaine,

1145Stand still, and let it passe, why sure I am a coward:

16121146Who pluckes me by the beard, or twites my nose,

16141147Giue's me the lie i'th throate downe to the lungs,

16161148Sure I should take it, or else I haue no gall,

16181149Or by this I should a fatted all the region kites

16201150With this slaues offell, this damned villaine,

1151Treacherous, bawdy, murderous villaine:

16231152Why this is braue, that I the sonne of my deare father,

16271153Should like a scalion, like a very drabbe

16261154Thus raile in wordes. About my braine,

16291155I haue heard that guilty creatures sitting at a play,

16301156Hath, by the very cunning of the scene, confest a murder

1630.11157Committed long before.

16381158This spirit that I haue seene may be the Diuell,

16411159And out of my weakenesse and my melancholy,

16421160As he is very potent with such men,

16431161Doth seeke to damne me, I will haue sounder proofes,

16441162The play's the thing,

16451163Wherein I'le catch the conscience of the King. exit.

16481165King Lordes, can you by no meanes finde

16491166The cause of our sonne Hamlets lunacie?

10311167You being so neere in loue, euen from his youth,

1031.11168Me thinkes should gaine more than a stranger should.

F Gil.