Hamlet (cont.)
Between the pass and fell incensed points
Of mighty opposites.
Horatio
Why, what a king is this!
Hamlet
Does it not, think’st thee, stand me now upon—
He that hath kill’d my king and whored my mother,
Popp’d in between the election and my hopes,
Thrown out his angle for my proper life,
And with such cozenage—is’t not perfect conscience,
To quit him with this arm? and is’t not to be damn’d,
To let this canker of our nature come
In further evil?
Horatio
What is the issue of the business there.