00:22Now I am alone.
00:28Oh, what a rogue and peasant slave am I?
00:36Is it not monstrous that this player here, but in a fiction, in a dream of passion, could
00:44force his soul so to his own conceit that from her working all the visage, wands, tears
00:51in his eyes, distraction in his aspect, a broken voice, his whole function, suiting with forms
00:58to his conceit, and all for nothing, for Hecuba.
01:06What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, that he should weep for?
01:12What would he do had he the motive and the cue for passion that I have?
01:17He would drown the stage with tears, cleave the general ear with horrid speech, make
01:25mad the guilty and appal the free, confound the ignorant and amaze indeed the very faculties
01:32of eyes and ears.
01:33Yet I, a dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak like John of Dreams, unpregnant of my cause,
01:42and can say nothing.
01:49No, not for a king, whose property and most dear life a damned defeat was made.
02:09Am I a coward?
02:16Who calls me villain?
02:20Hecuba breaks my pate across, plucks off my beard and blows it in my face, tweaks me
02:26by the nose, and gives me the lie in the throat as deep as to the lungs?
02:30Who does me this, huh?
02:35Swords, I should take it, or it cannot be, but I am pigeon-livered and lack gall to make
02:41oppression bitter, or ere this, I should have fatted all the region kites with this slave's
02:48awful, bloody, bawdy villain, remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain, oh vengeance!
03:16Why, what an ass am I?
03:23This is most brave, that I, the son of a dear father, murdered!
03:30Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell, must, like a whore, unpack my heart with words,
03:41and fall a-cursing like a very drab a scullion, fiat fall about my brain!
03:53I have heard that guilty creatures sitting at a play have, by the very cunning of the scene,
03:59been struck so to the soul, that presently they have proclaimed their malefactions.
04:06For murder, though it hath no tongue, will speak with most miraculous organ.
04:16I'll have these players play something like the murder of my father before mine uncle.
04:23I'll observe his looks, I will tempt him to the quick, if he but blench, I know my cause.
04:36The spirit I have seen may be a devil, and the devil hath power to assume a pleasing shape, yea,
04:47and perhaps
04:48out of my weakness, and my melancholy, for he is very potent with such spirits, abuses me, to damn me.
05:06I'll have grounds more relative than this.
05:13The play's the thing, wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
05:26You're good.
