While Henry bears the external weight of his men, Hamlet is crushed by the internal burden of his own mind. Tasked with a king's duty of revenge, his intellectual nature becomes a prison. He is paralyzed by thought, and this inaction torments his soul, making the burden of kingship a source of profound self-loathing.
'What would he do, Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have? He would drown the stage with tears... Yet I, A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak Like John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause, And can say nothing!'
O what a rogue and peasant slave am I!' in IM Fell English PRO font