Hamlet. Act 2, Scene 2. Hamlet
This text is used in our interview with Michael Urie
318 I have of late–but
319 wherefore I know not–lost all my mirth, forgone all
320 custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily
321 with my disposition that this goodly frame, the
322 earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most
323 excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave
324 o’erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted
325 with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to
326 me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
327 What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason!
328 how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how
329 express and admirable! in action how like an angel!
330 in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the
331 world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me,
332 what is this quintessence of dust? man delights not
333 me: no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling
334 you seem to say so.
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