To Be Or Not To Be, The Tragedy Of Young Prince Hamlet

Let me recite some passage from Hamlet book itself:

 

Lord Hamlet, with his doublet all unbraced,

No hat upon his head, his stockings fouled ungartered and down-gyved to his ankle,

Pale as his shirt, his knees knocking each other,

And with a look so piteous in purport

As if he had been loose'd out of hell

To speak of horrors

He took me by the wrist, and held me hard,

And, with his other hand thus o' er

His brow, he falls to such perusal of my face as he would draw it