_"Horatio, thou art even as just a man As e'er my conversation coped withal, Nay, do not think I flatter; For what advancement may I hope from thee, That no revenue hast but thy good spirits, To feed and clothe thee? Why should the poor be flattered? No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee Where thrift may follow fawning. Dost thou hear? Since my dear soul was mistress of its choice And could of men distinguish, her election Hath sealed thee for herself; for thou hast been As one, in suffering all, that suffers nothing; A man that fortune's buffets and rewards Hast taken with equal composure; and blest are those Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she pleases. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart As I do thee!"_ In the dumb show murder play, before the King and Queen Shakspere puts these phrases in the mouths of the players and Hamlet: _"The great man down, you mark his favorite flies; The poor advanced makes friends of enemies; And hitherto doth love on fortune tend; For who not needs, shall never lack a friend."_ _"But what's that, your Majesty; And we that have free souls, it touches us not; Let the galled jade wince, our withers are unwrung!"_ King Claudius frightened at the mock play runs away, and Hamlet says to Horatio: _"Why let the stricken deer go weep, The hart ungalled play; For some must watch, while some must sleep Thus runs the world away."_ _"'Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards 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; I will speak daggers to her, but use none!"_ King Claudius the night before his death, after conspiring with Polonius for the exile of Hamlet utters this self-accusing, remorseful soliloquy: