he's a whini, petulant, nasty boy but we understand him so we connect. >> rose: the next clip is hamlet lashes out at ophelia for her betrayal. act three, scene one. >> i did love you once. >> indeed, my lord, you made me believe so. >> well, you should not have believe med for virtue cannot so inoculate our old stock that we shall relish of it. i loved you not. >> i was the more deceived. >> get thee to a nunnery. why would thou be a breeder of sinners. i am myself indifrnts at honest. but yet i could accuse of such things that i were better my mother had not borne me. i am very proud, have vengable, ambitious, with more offenses at my beck than i have thought to put them in, imagination to give them shape or time to act them in. what such fellows as i do crawling between earth and heaven are arrant knaves all, believe none of us. go thy way to a nunnery. where's your snaert >> at home, my lord. >> let doors be shut upon him that he may play the fool nowhere but in his own house. farewell. >> oh, help him, you sweet heavens! >> if thou dost marry i'll give thee this is plague for thy d