In poetry, a conceit is an extended metaphor. Certainly in Hamlet's first soliloquy, there are some metaphors, but, as a whole, the speech does not have a single, continuous extended metaphor.
If this helps, here are the metaphors:
First Hamlet compares himself to water or ice:
O, that this too too sullied flesh would melt,
Thaw and resolve itself into a dew
Then he compares the world to a neglected garden:
How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable
Seem to me all the uses of this world!
Fie on't! ah, fie! 'tis an unweeded garden
That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature
Possess it merely.
The rest of the soliloquy is a rant against his mother, Queen Gertrude.
So, although there are metaphors, comparisons, there is no single, controlling metaphor or conceit.
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