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What is a man, if his chief good and market of his time be
but to sleep and feed? A beast, no more.

Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be.

Good night: but go not to mine uncle's bed;
Assume a virtue, if you have it not.

If thou hast nature in thee, bear it not;
Let not the royal bed of Denmark be a couch
for luxury and damned incest.

What if this cursed hand
Were thicker than itself with brother’s blood?
Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens
To wash it white as snow?

HAMLET
Do you see yonder cloud that’s almost in shape of a camel?

POLONIUS
By the mass, and ’tis like a camel indeed.

HAMLET
Methinks it is like a weasel.

POLONIUS
It is backed like a weasel.

HAMLET
Or like a whale.

POLONIUS
Very like a whale.

HAMLET
Sir, I cannot.

GUILDENSTERN
What, my lord?

HAMLET
Make you a wholesome answer. My wit’s diseased.

We are arrant knaves, all; believe none of us.

HAMLET
Ay, truly, for the power of beauty will sooner transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the force of honesty can translate beauty into his likeness. This was sometime a paradox, but now the time gives it proof. I did love you once.

OPHELIA
Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so.

HAMLET
You should not have believed me, for virtue cannot so inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of it. I loved you not.

OPHELIA
I was the more deceived.

..with them, words of so sweet breath composed
As made the things more rich: their perfume lost,
Take these again; for to the noble mind
Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.