I am not one for long goodbyes so I will just add these few words and then try and resist the temptation to reply further.
Hamlet Act III Scene I that you quote from is generally thought of as being played in a state of anger or even rage pacing back and forth at the front of a well lit stage yelling at the audience. I am reminded how ever that Richard Burton is commonly thought to have won his knighthood for his portrayal of Hamlet sitting on the floor in dim lighting whimpering the lines. When I look at my time among you preaching the wisdom of the swine, this latter portal seems the most apt; hence Kierkegaard.
You offer me one quote from The Bard, let me offer you another.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.