Here is my attempt at a dramatic scene. I took the lines from Hamlet, Twelfth Night, and the Rape of Lucrece. Enjoy!
Opens in a castle.
[Enter Polonius, Ophelia, and Viola. Discussing the madness of Hamlet.]
Polonius: “He knew me not at first; he said I
was a fishmonger: he is far gone, far gone: and
truly in my youth I suffered much extremity for
love; very near this.”
Ophelia: “Oh, what a noble mind is here o’erthrown!—Oh, woe is me,
T’ have seen what I have seen, see what I see!”
Viola: “Alas, our frailty is the cause, not we!
For such as we are made of, such we be.”
[Exit stage left]
[Enter Hamlet, raving]
Hamlet: “Oh, what a rogue and peasant slave am I!
[to the audience]
Hark you, and you too—at each ear a hearer.
The spirit that I have seen
May be the devil: and the devil hath power
To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps
Out of my weakness and my melancholy,
As he is very potent with such spirits,
Abuses me to damn me.
Yes, by heaven!
O most pernicious woman!
O villain, villain, smiling, damnèd villain!”
[Hamlet, mistaking Lucrece for Gertrude, stabs her]
[Enter Collatine and lords, including Horatio and the Clown]
Collatine: “What uncouth ill event
Hath thee befall’n?”
Lucrece: “’Mine enemy was strong, my poor self weak,
And far the weaker with so strong a fear: [indicates Hamlet]
He, he, fair lords, ’tis he,
That gives this wound to me.”
Lucretius: “Daughter, dear daughter,
That life was mine which thou hast here deprived.”
Collatine: “O, mine she is, do not take away
My sorrow’s interest; let no mourner say
He weeps for her, for she was only mine,
And only must be wailed by Collatine.”
Hamlet: [aside] “For this I do repent. But Heaven hath pleased it so,
To punish me with this.
O God, Horatio, what a wounded name,
Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me!
If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart
Absent thee from felicity a while,
And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain
To tell my story.”
[Hamlet stabs himself]
Brutus: [aside] “Why is woe the cure for woe?
Do wounds help wounds, or grief help grievous deeds?”
[Exit all except Clown]
Clown: [Sings] Come away, come away death,
And in sad cypress let me be laid.
Fie away, fie away, breath,
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,
O prepare it.
My part of death no one so true
Did share it.