Revenge: Revenge his foul and unnatural murder, Now might I do it, the native hue of resolution is sicklied o'er with thought, o cursed spite / that ever I was born to set it right, Am I a coward?, Do you not come your tardy son to chide?, thy almost blunted purpose, Appearance vs Reality: Nay it it. I know not 'seems', the devil hath power t'assume a pleasant shape, my inky cloak, God hath given you one face and you make yourselves another, most seeming-virtuous queen, that one my smile, and smile, and be a villain, assume a virtue if you have it not, Corruption: in th'incestuous pleasure of his bed, a mildewed ear, this too too sullied flesh, mole of nature, the dram of evil, the rank sweat of an enseamed bed, Morality: I do not know why yet I live to say 'This thing's to do', Thus conscience does make cowards of us all, to be or not to be that is the question, I will bestow him / and answer well the death I gave him, The human condition: This quintessence of dust, What is a man / If his chief good and market at his time / Be but to sleep and feed,

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