I have heard of your paintings too, well enough. God has given you one face and you make yourselves another. You jig and amble, and you lisp, you nickname God’s creatures and make your wantonness your ignorance. Go to, I’ll no more on ’t. It hath made me mad. I say, we will have no more marriages. Those that are married already, all but one, shall live. The rest shall keep as they are. To a nunnery, go.
Oh, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown!—The courtier’s, soldier’s, scholar’s, eye, tongue, sword,Th' expectancy and rose of the fair state,The glass of fashion and the mould of form,Th' observed of all observers, quite, quite down!And I, of ladies most deject and wretched,That sucked the honey of his music vows,Now see that noble and most sovereign reasonLike sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh;That unmatched form and feature of blown youthBlasted with ecstasy. Oh, woe is me,T' have seen what I have seen, see what I see!
Ophelia; daughter of Polonius, an apprenticed to a spymaster, former beloved to the Prince of Denmark. It is time to make her mark, time to revolt.
I shan't alloweth this tale of woe continueth. I shunt alloweth those folk stomp and treadeth and stampeth on me. I shalt receiveth revenge f'r mine own nation, f'r mine own family and f'r mine own dignity
Cater-cousins, folks, countrymen, lendeth me thy ears. I am staging a revolution. Joineth me o fair townsfolk!
The nobles are taken by surprise, the townsfolk are determines.... The revolution....