Guil: Prison, my Lord?

Ham: Denmark's a Prison.

Rosin: Then is the World one.

Ham: A goodly one, in which there are many Con-
fines, Wards, and Dungeons; Denmarke being one o'th'
worst.

Rosin: We thinke not so my Lord.

Ham: Why then 'tis none to you; for there is nothing
either good or bad, but thinking makes it so: to me it is a prison.

Rosin: Why then your Ambition makes it one: 'tis
too narrow for your minde.