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l "How everything pricks my conscience, and spurs me on again to my revenge! What is man, if he merely spends his life sleeping and eating? No better than a beast. Surely the God who gave us the ability to think logically, and to conceive of past and future, didn't endow us with that skill and reasoning for it to grow moldy in us from disuse. I don't know whether it's brutish ignorance, or some cowardly indecision caused by thinking far too deeply about the consequences (something which always consists of one part wisdom and three parts cowardice!) that makes me put things off. After all, I have the motive, the determination, the strength and the means to do it. There's no shortage of examples to inspire me: witness this large and costly army, led by a sensitive and youthful prince whose courage - inflated with divine ambition - scoffs at danger. He risks his life, exposing himself to chance, death and danger, and all for an empty shell. True greatness lies not in fighting noble causes, but in quibbling over trifles when honor is at stake. What's to be said of me, then? I have a father who has been murdered, a mother who has been defiled, and motives inspired both by reason and passion: yet I've done nothing. To my shame, at the same time I see the imminent deaths of twenty thousand men, who for an illusion, the sham of renown, go to their graves as if to their beds, and fight over a plot of ground not big enough to accommodate the combatants, nor to bury them should they be slain. Oh, from now on my thoughts must concentrate on vengeance, or they're unworthy." (Shakespeare Made Easy)

Hamlet is frustrated with himself and disappointed in himself because he has taken no action in avenging his father's death by killing Claudius who basically ruined his life. "How stand I then, that have a father killed, a mother stained, excitements of my reason and my blood, and let all sleep" (4.4.58-61)

" O, from this time forth my thoughts be bloody or be nothing worth" (4.4.68) By the end of the soliloquy, Hamlet ends his indecisiveness on the act of murderous revenge, and finally accepts it as his necessary duty to kill Claudius. His frustration with himself and his lack of action has driven himself to such a conclusion.