Give me your pardon, sir: I’ve done you wrong; But pardon’t, as you are a
gentleman. This presence knows, And you must needs have heard, how I am
punish’d With sore distraction.
What I have done, That might your nature, honour and exception Roughly
awake, I here proclaim was madness. Was’t Hamlet wrong’d Laertes? Never
If Hamlet from himself be ta’en away, And when he’s not himself does
wrong Laertes, Then Hamlet does it not, Hamlet denies it. Who does it,
then? His madness: if’t be so,
Hamlet is of the faction that is wrong’d; His madness is poor Hamlet’s
enemy. Sir, in this audience, Let my disclaiming from a purposed evil
Free me so far in your most generous thoughts,
That I have shot mine arrow o’er the house, And hurt my brother.