Hamlet

Act 3, Sc. 2, lines 299-325: Describe Hamlet's mood in this passage. What details convey his feelings?

[Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern]

Guildenstern. Good my lord, vouchsafe me a word with you.

Hamlet. Sir, a whole history.

Guildenstern. The King, sir -

Hamlet. Ay, sir, what of him?

Guildenstern. Is in retirement marvellous distempered.

Hamlet. With drink, sir.

Guildenstern. No, my lord, with choler.

Hamlet. Your wisdom should show more richer to

signify this to the doctor, for, for me to put him to his

purgation would perhaps plunge him into more choler.

Guildenstern. Good my lord, put your discourse into some

frame, and start not so wildly from my affair.

Hamlet. I am tame, sir. Pronounce.

Guildenstern. The Queen your mother, in most great

affliction of spirit, hath sent me to you.

Hamlet. You are welcome.

Guildenstern. Nay, good my lord, this courtesy is not of the

right breed. If it shall please you to make a wholesome

answer, I will do your mother's commandment; if not, your

pardon and my return shall be the end of my business.

Hamlet. Sir, I cannot.

Rosencrantz. What, my lord?

Hamlet. Make you a wholesome answer. My wit's diseased.

But sir, such answer as I can make, you shall command - or

rather, as you say, my mother. Therefore no more, but to the

matter. My mother, you say -

Rosencrantz. Then thus she says: your behaviour hath struck

her into amazement and admiration.

Hamlet. O wonderful son, that can so astonish a mother!

But is there no sequel at the heels of this mother's

admiration? Impart.

Rosencrantz. She desires to speak with you in her closet ere

you goto bed.

Hamlet. We shall obey, where she ten times our mother. Have

you any further trade with us?

Rosencrantz. My lord, you once did love me.

Hamlet. And do still, by these pickers and stealers.

Rosencrantz. Good my lord, what is your cause of distemper?

You do surely bar the door upon your own liberty if you

deny your griefs to your friend.

Hamlet. Sir, I lack advancement.

Rosencrantz. How can that be, when you have the voice of

the King himself for your succession in Denmark?

Hamlet. Ay, sir, but while the grass grow - the proverb is

something musty.

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