Scene V
Elsinore. A room in the castle.
Queen
I will not speak with her.
Gentleman
She is importunate, indeed distract:
Her mood will needs be pitied.
Queen
What would she have?
Gentleman
She speaks much of her father; says she hears
There’s tricks i’ the world; and hems, and beats her heart;
Spurns enviously at straws; speaks things in doubt,
That carry but half sense: her speech is nothing,
Yet the unshaped use of it doth move
The hearers to collection; they aim at it,
And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts;
Which, as her winks, and nods, and gestures yield them,
Indeed would make one think there might be thought,
Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily.
Horatio
Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds.