PLAYER QUEEN: May the earth refuse me food and the heavens refuse me light!
Keep the pleasure and rest from my days and nights; turn my trusts and hopes to despair. May the gloom of prison overtake me, and may my every joy be turned to sorrow! May I know no peace either in this life or the next, if I become a wife after I am made a widow.
HAMLET: Tsk, tsk—and if she breaks her promise after all that!
PLAYER KING: You have sworn this with deep sincerity. My sweet, leave me now awhile. My mind grows dull, and I want to sleep and escape this endless day.
PLAYER QUEEN: Sleep then, and may nothing come between us.
HAMLET; Madam, how do you like this play?