Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; and thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought And enterprises of great pitch and moment With this reagard their currents turn awry And lose the name of action.

More from Hamlet

• An old man is twice a child.
• Frailty, thy name is woman!
• I hold ambition of so light a quality that it is but a shadow’s shadow.
• Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.
• O, from this time forth My thoughts be bloody or be nothing worth!
• Prologue: For us, and for our tragedy, Here stooping to your clemency, We beg your hearing patiently.