Hamlet

Hamlet
Shakespeare 


What if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord,
Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff
That beetles o'er his base into the sea,

And there assume some other horrible form,
Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason
And draw you into madness? Think of it.
The very place puts toys of desperation,
Without more motive, into every brain
That looks so many fathoms to the sea
And hears it roar beneath.

PARAPHRASE: 
What if the ghost tempts you to jump into the sea, my lord? Or to the terrifying cliff that overhangs the water where it takes on some other horrible form that drives you insane. The edge of the sea makes people feel despair even at the best of times. All it takes to plunge is to look into its depths and hear it roar far below.

Queen: 
to my sick soul, as sin's true nature is,
Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss,
So full of artless jealousy is guilt,
It spills itself in fearing to be split. 

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