Hamlet, Prince Of Denmark - V:3.2.350

HAMLET By and by easily said. -- Leave me, friends.

Exeunt all but Hamlet

'Tis now the very witching time of night,

When churchyard yawn, and hell itself breathes out

Contagion to this world. Now could I drink hot blood,

And do such bitter business as the day

Would quake to look on. Soft, now to my mother.

O heart, lost not thy nature; let not ever

The soul of Nero enter this firm bosom.

Let me be cruel, not unnatural:

I will speak daggers to her but use none.

My soul in this be hypocrites,

How in my words somever she be shent,

To give them seals never my soul consent.