Morrissey "is" Hamlet.
Yet I,
A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak,
Like a John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause (...)
Am I a coward?
Who calls me villain? breaks my pate across?
Plucks off my beard and blows it in my face?
Tweaks me by th' nose? gives me the lie i' th' throat
As deep as to the lungs? who does me this, ha?
'Swounds, I should take it. For it cannot be
But I am pidgeon-livered, and lack gall
To make oppression bitter; or, ere this,
I should have fatted all the region kites
With this slave's offal - bloody, bawdy villain!
Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain!
O, vengeance! (...)
That I, (...)
Must, like a whore, unpack my heart with words,
And fall a-cursing, like a very drab,
A scullion!