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.
GUILDENSTERN.
Which dreams, indeed, are ambition; for the very substance of
the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.
HAMLET.
A dream itself is but a shadow.
ROSENCRANTZ.
Truly, and I hold ambition of so airy and light a quality that
it is but a shadow's shadow.
HAMLET.
Then are our beggars bodies, and our monarchs and outstretch'd
heroes the beggars' shadows. Shall we to the court? for, by my
fay, I cannot reason.
ROSENCRANTZ. and Guild.
We'll wait upon you.
