Psychoanalysis of the soliloquy “Hamlet”
In the soliloquy Hamlet is upset for his doing nothing towards the revenge. First he talks about the meanings of the life of human beings, suggesting that man should live for greater reasons. So we can say that he is trying to calm down and analyze the situation with ration. So this part embodies the isolation from his own feelings and the intellectualization when he reflects on the meanings of life. And then he comes forward his problem about why he hasn't conduct the revenge regarding himself a man with “cause and will and strength and means / To do’t”. However, it might not be true for he himself also mentions that “coward” usually takes three out of the four parts. Therefore, he refuses to accept real him, which means denial.
Secondly, he concludes the lesson of some battles in which the soldiers died for "an egg shell". We can say that this is a displacement in which Hamlet shifts his focus of his problem to the history trying to get some answer form it. Later on he mentions that a great man should "find quarrel in a straw / When honor's at the stake" instead of only "stir". This is a reversal, which means he tries to deny the action of rushing for the goal and this is the action he should have taken.
Thirdly, he comes back to his own situation. Mentioning his complex family background, he is complaining with the projection to his parents. And then he feels shameful for himself when seeing many people have died for "a fantasy and trick of fame". However, he is not actually feeling shameful since he looks down upon those men without wisdom rushing to death. So this is a reaction formation. It seems that he feels sorry for himself, but he is asking for excuse for himself that he is wise and has to think twice before taking actions.
Finally, he decides to make a move. And this is a displacement because he stops talking about the reason for his action and moves on to make a decision.
I'll be with you straight go a little before.
Exeunt all except HAMLET（除哈姆雷特外均下）
How all occasions do inform against me,
And spur my dull revenge! What is a man,
If his chief good and market of his time
Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more.
Sure, he that made us with such large discourse,
Looking before and after, gave us not
That capability and god-like reason
To fust in us unused. Now, whether it be
Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple
Of thinking too precisely on the event,
A thought which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom
And ever three parts coward, I do not know
Why yet I live to say 'This thing's to do;'
Sith I have cause and will and strength and means
To do't. Examples gross as earth exhort me:
Witness this army of such mass and charge
Led by a delicate and tender prince,
Whose spirit with divine ambition puff'd
Makes mouths at the invisible event,
Exposing what is mortal and unsure
To all that fortune, death and danger dare,
Even for an egg-shell. Rightly to be great
Is not to stir without great argument,
But greatly to find quarrel in a straw
When honour's at the stake. How stand I then,
That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd,
Excitements of my reason and my blood,
And let all sleep? While, to my shame, I see
The imminent death of twenty thousand men,
That, for a fantasy and trick of fame,
Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot
Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause,
Which is not tomb enough and continent
To hide the slain? O, from this time forth,
My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!