Ham: Denmark's a prison.
Ros: Then is the world one.
Ham: A goodly one, in which there are many confines, wards, and dungeons.....
Ros: We think 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 (II,ii,236-242)
This man of thought, Hamlet, is also a man of great melancholia. And, it is this melancholy and imprisonment, as it were, in depression--recall his debate of even existence in "to be or not to be"--that also contributes to his lack of decisive action.
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