HAMLET: I’ll tell you why, so you can keep your secrets. Lately, for some reason, I’ve lost all my joy. I avoid my customary exercises. My mood is so heavy that this huge frame, the earth, seems sterile and empty.
The sky—that majestic roof studded with golden stars—why, it seems no more to me than a foul mass of pestilent vapors!
What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason, how unlimited in thinking! How admirable in shape and motion! In action how angelic, in understanding how godlike!
He is the beauty of the world, surpassing all animals.
And yet for all that, he is no more than dust.
Men don’t interest me. No—women neither, but you’re smiling, so you must think they do,
ROSENCRANTZ: My lord, there was no such stuff in my thoughts.
HAMLET: Why did you laugh then, when I said that?
ROSENCRANTZ:: I was just thinking that if men and women don’t interest you, then the band of players we passed on our way here will surely bore you.