...I am alone. O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I\ Is it not monstrous that this player here, Put in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his...his own conceit That from her working all his visage wanned, Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting...

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...Afterthoughts 198 Notes 203 References 213 Index 225 The Cue for Passion Introduction: The Theater of Mourning O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I! Is it not...his visage wann'd, Tears in his eyes, distraction in his aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit? And all for nothing!...

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...Now I am alone. O what a rogue and peasant slave am I! Is it not monstrous that this player here, 555 But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force...own conceit, That from her working all his visage wanned; Tears in his eyes, distraction in his aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting...

...has, in physical fact, breathed in the very spirit of Hecuba. 'Is it not monstrous', Hamlet wonders, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his whole conceit That from her working all his visage wanned. . . . (2.2.553-6) 'Her' in the last line...