. I have of late,—but wherefore I know not,—lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o’erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire,—why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form and moving, how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension, how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?
Act 2; Scene 2
In this scene, Hamlet is explaining his depressed state of mind to his old friends Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. I noted the importance of this passage because I thought it allowed me to view exactly how much hurt his father's death caused him. He describes humans as being noble in reason, infinite in facilities and admirable in form, only to shatter that image with his own personal opinion in which he compares humans to nothing more than dust. After learning that his Uncle murdered his father and after swearing his revenge, Hamlet seems to be questioning everything. His whole world was shattered in a short period of time; all he knew is gone and he is trying to re-compensate by trusting nothing, not even his previous thoughts.