“ To my sick soul, as sin’s true nature is, Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss. So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt. ”
William Shakespeare, Hamlet (1623). copy citation
| Author | William Shakespeare |
|---|---|
| Source | Hamlet |
| Topic | guilt jealousy |
| Date | 1623 |
| Language | English |
| Reference | |
| Note | Written between 1599 and 1602 |
| Weblink | http://www.gutenberg.org/files/1524/1524-h/1524-h.htm |
Context
“Her speech is nothing, Yet the unshaped use of it doth move The hearers to collection; they aim at it, And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts, Which, as her winks, and nods, and gestures yield them, Indeed would make one think there might be thought, Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily. ’Twere good she were spoken with, for she may strew Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds.
QUEEN. Let her come in.
[Exit Gentleman .]
To my sick soul, as sin’s true nature is, Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss. So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt. Enter Ophelia .
OPHELIA. Where is the beauteous Majesty of Denmark?
QUEEN. How now, Ophelia?
OPHELIA. [Sings.] How should I your true love know From another one? By his cockle bat and staff And his sandal shoon.
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QUEEN. Let her come in.
[Exit Gentleman .]
To my sick soul, as sin’s true nature is, Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss. So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt. Enter Ophelia .
OPHELIA. Where is the beauteous Majesty of Denmark?
QUEEN. How now, Ophelia?
OPHELIA. [Sings.] How should I your true love know From another one? By his cockle bat and staff And his sandal shoon.
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