Hamlet, [2.2.244-257]. Hamlet. “Denmark’s a prison.” Rosencrantz. “Then is the world one.” Hamlet. “A goodly one, in which there are many confines, wards, and dungeons, Denmark being one o’ th’ worst.” Rosencrantz. “We think not so my lord.” Hamlet. “Why then ’tis none to you, for there is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so. To me it is a prison.” Rosencrantz. “Why then, your ambition makes it one. ‘Tis too narrow for your mind.” Hamlet. “O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.”
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