Hamlet Notes

Liegemen: a vassal who owes feudal service or allegiance to a noblemen
Usurp: take a position illegally or by force romage portentous:ominus,something in warning. Moiety:Each of two parts into a thing which cany be divided Partisan: a strong supporter of a party,cause,or person Writers notes Dirge: a lament for the dead, esp one forming part of a funeral right Tactics: Forshadows with suspicion. Suspiration:breathe Havior:Behavior cap-a-pe:dressed,armed from head to foot primy: being in its prime thews:muscular strength cautel:caution cautel:deceit,falseness chariest: most cautious scope: galls reck:pay heed to something precepts: a general rule intended to regulate behavior or thought springes: a noose or snare for catching small game wassail: spice ale, drink plenty amounts of alchohal Rhenish: of the rhine and the areas ajoining it Clepe: Matin: the poetic song of birds Arrass: a tapestry Paragon: a person or thing regarded as a perfect example of a particular quality Leten: Appurtenance: an accessory or other item associated with a particular activity or style of living. caviare: pickled roe or sturgeon or other large fish,eaten as a delicacy. sallet: a light helmet, used as part of medieval armor bisson bodikin: fellies: an outer rim of a wheel, onto which the spokes are fixed contumely: bodkin:needle with large eye orison:prayer stithy:anvil capon: a castrated domestic cock fattened for eating miching

pajock posy: perdy choler petard cicatrice sith (cat, archaic replacements for everyday words) :since

Passages I think it be no other but e'en so: Well may it sort, that this portentous figure Comes armed through our watch; so like the king That was and is the question of these wars. Hor. A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye. In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets; As, stars with trains of fire and dews of blood, Disasters in the sun; and the moist star, Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands, Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse: And even the like precurse of fierce events,— As harbingers preceding still the fates, And prologue to the omen coming on,— Have heaven and earth together demonstrated Unto our climature and countrymen.— But, soft, behold! lo, where it comes again! On the ghost only speaking to hamlet So have I heard, and do in part believe it. But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill: Break we our watch up: and by my advice, Let us impart what we have seen to-night Unto young Hamlet; for, upon my life, This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him: Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it, As needful in our loves, fitting our duty? On throne of denmark, heads,mouths,and hearts, (clauduis explaining mairrage to Gertrude)

Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death The memory be green, and that it us befitted To bear our hearts in grief, and our whole kingdom To be contracted in one brow of woe; Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature That we with wisest sorrow think on him, Together with remembrance of ourselves. Therefore our sometime sister, now our queen, Th' imperial jointress to this warlike state, Have we, as 'twere with a defeated joy,— With an auspicious and one dropping eye, With mirth in funeral, and with dirge in marriage, In equal scale weighing delight and dole,— Taken to wife; nor have we herein barr'd Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone With this affair along:—or all, our thanks. Now follows, that you know, young Fortinbras, Holding a weak supposal of our worth, Or thinking by our late dear brother's death Our state to be disjoint and out of frame, Colleagued with this dream of his advantage, He hath not fail'd to pester us with message, Importing the surrender of those lands Lost by his father, with all bonds of law, To our most valiant brother. So much for him,— Now for ourself and for this time of meeting: Thus much the business is:—we have here writ To Norway, uncle of young Fortinbras,— Who, impotent and bed-rid, scarcely hears Of this his nephew's purpose,—to suppress His further gait herein; in that the levies, The lists, and full proportions are all made Out of his subject:—and we here dispatch You, good Cornelius, and you, Voltimand, For bearers of this greeting to old Norway; Giving to you no further personal power To business with the king, more than the scope Of these dilated articles allow. Farewell; and let your haste commend your duty. Theme of duty In that and all things will we show our duty. = On mourning and death

That can denote me truly: these. These but the trappings and the suits of woe. Nor customary suits of solemn black. it is. Nor the dejected 'havior of the visage. Ham. though none else near. No. On servant vs master Hor. best safety lies in fear: Youth to itself rebels. moods. my lord. Be wary then. Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath. my good friend. fear it. This to me In dreadful secrecy impart they did. seem. The same. For they are actions that a man might play. nor the fruitful river in the eye. and your poor servant ever. Out of the shot and danger of desire. Together with all forms. Stand dumb. and speak not to him.Seems. Sir. On fear Almost to jelly with the act of fear. Horatio?— Marcellus? On just amazing shakespeareness On youth and Laertes telling Ophilia to keep it in her pants Fear it. I know not seems. my dear sister. madam! Nay. The chariest maid is prodigal enough If she unmask her beauty to the moon: Virtue itself scopes not calumnious strokes: The canker galls the infants of the spring Too oft before their buttons be disclos'd: And in the morn and liquid dew of youth Contagious blastments are most imminent. good mother. And keep you in the rear of your affection. But I have that within which passeth show. indeed. shows of grief. I'll change that name with you: And what make you from Wittenberg. On amazing wording shall th' effect of this good lesson keep . 'Tis not alone my inky cloak. Ophelia.

Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee. Wronging it thus. Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven. . Laertes! aboard. for shame! The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail. but reserve thy judgment. unfledg'd comrade.—my blessing with thee! [Laying his hand on Laertes's head. and their adoption tried. Take each man's censure. Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads And recks not his own read. I'll teach you: think yourself a baby. springes to catch woodcocks. being in. Oph. In warnings (theme analysis here) Yet here. Grapple them unto thy soul with hoops of steel. Give thy thoughts no tongue. On still telling Ophelia to keep it in her pants Ay. as some ungracious pastors do. Be thou familiar. Do you believe his tenders.—not to crack the wind of the poor phrase. Or. aboard. But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd.] And these few precepts in thy memory Look thou character. like a puff'd and reckless libertine. Do not. not gaudy: On dailouge between Ophelia and laertes Pol. but.As watchman to my heart. but by no means vulgar. That you have ta'en these tenders for true pay. he hath importun'd me with love In honourable fashion. When the blood burns. My lord. But. Unsifted in such perilous circumstance. Nor any unproportion'd thought his act. rich. as you call them? Marry. And you are stay'd for. good my brother. But not express'd in fancy.—you'll tender me a fool. Those friends thou hast. Whilst. There. Which are not sterling. Affection! pooh! you speak like a green girl. daughter. Beware Of entrance to a quarrel. how prodigal the soul Lends the tongue vows: these blazes. I do know. Tender yourself more dearly. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy.

'tis too narrow for your mind. so help you mercy. Why. never. How strange or odd soe'er I bear myself. [Exeunt. might move More grief to hide than hate to utter love. O God. in plain terms. On strange things And therefore as a stranger give it welcome. Set your entreatments at a higher rate Than a command to parley. There are more things in heaven and earth. Ham.—extinct in both. for they are brokers.— As I. Which dreams. The better to beguile. perchance. being kept close.— You must not take for fire. Guil.] On shadows and ambition Ros.Giving more light than heat.— Here. Ham. This is for all. Ophelia. go we to the king: This must be known. But come. Horatio. Believe so much in him.— On grief and hate To lack discretion. Come. your ambition makes it one. For Lord Hamlet. Even in their promise. from this time forth Have you so slander any moment leisure As to give words or talk with the Lord Hamlet. Truly. hereafter shall think meet To put an antic disposition on. A dream itself is but a shadow.— I would not. and count myself a king of infinite space. indeed.— Not of that dye which their investments show. Look to't. were it not that I have bad dreams. From this time Be something scanter of your maiden presence. Do not believe his vows. I could be bounded in a nutshell. Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. And with a larger tether may he walk Than may be given you: in few. Breathing like sanctified and pious bawds. I charge you. which. as before. for the very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream. as it is a-making. are ambition. . that he is young. then. But mere implorators of unholy suits. come your ways. Ros. and I hold ambition of so airy and light a quality that it is but a shadow's shadow.

forgone all custom of exercises.—to sleep. and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to. and by a sleep to say we end The heartache. it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame. On man no longer delighting hamlet Ham.— No more. And by opposing end them?—To die. look you. When we have shuffled off this mortal coil. the earth. beautied with plastering art.—but wherefore I know not. there's the rub.— To sleep! perchance to dream:—ay. seems to me a sterile promontory. I have of late. Shall we to the court? for. to me. it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form and moving.Ham. this majestical roof fretted with golden fire. this most excellent canopy. by my fay. though by your smiling you seem to say so. so shall my anticipation prevent your discovery. For in that sleep of death what dreams may come. . and our monarchs and outstretch'd heroes the beggars' shadows. I cannot reason.—'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. this brave o'erhanging firmament.—that is the question:— Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune Or to take arms against a sea of troubles.—to sleep. Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it Than is my deed to my most painted word: O heavy burden! TO BE OR NOT TO BE OMG To be. To die. nor woman neither. On living a lie How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience! The harlot's cheek. and indeed. the air. how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet. how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension.—lost all my mirth. or not to be. and your secrecy to the king and queen moult no feather. I will tell you why. what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me. no. Then are our beggars bodies.—why.

from whose bourn No traveller returns. Go thy ways to a nunnery. and you lisp. What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves. and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes. your honesty should admit no discourse to your beauty. all. When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? who would these fardels bear. eye.—puzzles the will. but yet I could accuse me of such things that it were better my mother had not borne me: I am very proud.Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life. The expectancy and rose of the fair state. soldier's. GET THE TO A NUNNERY!!!! And on hamlet’s character Ham. To grunt and sweat under a weary life. or time to act them in. it hath made me mad. On madness O. And thus the native hue of resolution On paradoxal lines (hamlet taking back that he loves Ophelia) Ham. Get thee to a nunnery: why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest. Could beauty. we will have no more marriages: those that are married already. God hath given you one face. go. And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all. Where's your father? On pretending to be something else Ham.— The undiscover'd country. For who would bear the whips and scorns of time. revengeful. I have heard of your paintings too. ambitious. the law's delay. But that the dread of something after death. The insolence of office. have better commerce than with honesty? Ham. the proud man's contumely. shall live. sword. all but one. well enough. but now the time gives it proof. imagination to give them shape. . and nickname God's creatures. and you make yourselves another: you jig. tongue. The oppressor's wrong. Ay. with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in. my lord. I say. scholar's. truly. That if you be honest and fair. what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! The courtier's. The pangs of despis'd love. I did love you once. Go to. for the power of beauty will sooner transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the force of honesty can translate beauty into his likeness: this was sometime a paradox. you amble. I'll no more on't. To a nunnery. and make your wantonness your ignorance. believe none of us. the rest shall keep as they are.

cannot but make the judicious grieve. Be not too tame neither. both at the first and now. Nor what he spake. scorn her own image. I have in quick determination Thus set it down:—he shall with speed to England For the demand of our neglected tribute: Haply the seas. as I may say. and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure. To have seen what I have seen. whirlwind of passion. Was not like madness. to split the ears of the groundlings. to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters. What think you on't? On passion and art Speak the speech. for the most part. Now. quite down! And I. though it make the unskilful laugh. and countries different. I had as lief the town crier spoke my lines. it out-herods Herod: pray you avoid it. There's something in his soul O'er which his melancholy sits on brood. thus. Whereon his brains still beating puts him thusFrom fashion of himself. you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness. out of tune and harsh. it offends me to the soul.—quite. are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb shows and noise: I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant. as I pronounced it to you. shall expel This something-settled matter in his heart. the censure of the which one must in your allowance. with this special observance. to hold. tempest. o'erweigh a whole theatre of others. And I do doubt the hatch and the disclose Will be some danger: which for to prevent. to show virtue her own image. this overdone. as 'twere. On acting Ham. O. woe is me. Now see that noble and most sovereign reason. The observ'd of all observers. whose end. I pray you. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand. that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature: for anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing. there be players that I . and. the mirror up to nature. as many of your players do. to very rags. Like sweet bells jangled. the word to the action. With variable objects. of ladies most deject and wretched That suck'd the honey of his music vows. though it lack'd form a little. O. see what I see! On everything amazing ever Love! his affections do not that way tend. was and is. trippingly on the tongue: but if you mouth it.The glass of fashion and the mould of form. who. but let your own discretion be your tutor: suit the action to the word. or come tardy off. That unmatch'd form and feature of blown youth Blasted with ecstasy: O. but use all gently: for in the very torrent.

On passion To sound what stop she please. belov'd. Ham. and haply one as kind For husband shalt thou. proof hath made you know. Here stooping to your clemency. For us. That I distrust you. in my heart of heart. As I do thee.—Something too much of this. neither having the accent of Christians. Queen. or in extremity. my fear is so: Where love is great.—not to speak it profanely. and I will wear him In my heart's core. it nothing must: For women's fear and love holds quantity. 'Tis brief. Yet. On fear and love So many journeys may the sun and moon Make us again count o'er ere love be done! But. my lord. O. nor man. woe is me. have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men. On subtext Oph. and for our tragedy. Discomfort you. pagan. On marrying your husbands murderer P. what my love is. nor the gait of Christian. So far from cheer and from your former state. and that highly. King. and shortly too. that.— There is a play to-night before the king.have seen play. Now. or the posy of a ring? Oph. my lord. I must leave thee. Is this a prologue. confound the rest! Such love must needs be treason in my breast: . In neither aught. love. We beg your hearing patiently. Give me that man That is not passion's slave. Faith.— P. Pro. the littlest doubts are fear. though I distrust. great love grows there. ay. you are naught: I'll mark the play. and not made them well. they imitated humanity so abominably. My operant powers their functions leave to do: And thou shalt live in this fair world behind.—and heard others praise. And as my love is siz'd. Where little fears grow great. Honour'd. You are naught. you are so sick of late.

Grief joys. but none of love. On purpose and memory I do believe you think what now you speak. their ends none of our own: So think thou wilt no second husband wed. doth the purpose lose. but poor validity: Which now. . The lady protests too much. or else fortune love. For 'tis a question left us yet to prove. methinks. Our thoughts are ours. OMG OMG OMG OMG METHINKS THE LADY DOTH PROTEST TOO MUCH!!!!!!!! Ham.] Wormwood. wormwood! P.— Our wills and fates do so contrary run That our devices still are overthrown. [Aside. A second time I kill my husband dead When second husband kisses me in bed. But. Directly seasons him his enemy. you mark his favourite flies. And hitherto doth love on fortune tend: For who not needs shall never lack a friend. The great man down. The passion ending. sticks on the tree. how like you this play? Queen. And who in want a hollow friend doth try. Purpose is but the slave to memory.In second husband let me be accurst! None wed the second but who kill'd the first. like fruit unripe. But die thy thoughts when thy first lord is dead. Queen. This world is not for aye. Ham. Whether love lead fortune. joy grieves. Of violent birth. The instances that second marriage move Are base respects of thrift. Madam. grief doth most lament. orderly to end where I begun. The violence of either grief or joy Their own enactures with themselves destroy: Where joy most revels. But what we do determine oft we break. on slender accident. The poor advanc'd makes friends of enemies. nor 'tis not strange That even our loves should with our fortunes change. But fall unshaken when they mellow be. Most necessary 'tis that we forget To pay ourselves what to ourselves is debt: What to ourselves in passion we propose.

We shall obey. O. what form of prayer . it touches us not: let the gall'd jade wince.Ham. sir. On the mouse trap being the play’s name The Mouse-trap. you once did love me.— Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens To wash it white as snow? Whereto serves mercy But to confront the visage of offence? And what's in prayer but this twofold force. how? Tropically. Have you any further trade with us? Ros. Baptista: you shall see anon. I stand in pause where I shall first begin. Ham. O. Ros. our withers are unwrung. but she'll keep her word. bar the door upon your own liberty if you deny your griefs to your friend. and we that have free souls. My fault is past. It hath the primal eldest curse upon't. Ros. Sir. My lord.— A brother's murder!—Pray can I not. The king on guilt O. What if this cursed hand Were thicker than itself with brother's blood. his wife. And both neglect. Ay. Ham. I lack advancement. Marry. And. by these pickers and stealers. She desires to speak with you in her closet ere you go to bed. it smells to heaven. Later to decode mother's admiration? Ros. How can that be. And so I do still. Though inclination be as sharp as will: My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent. But. Good my lord. when you have the voice of the king himself for your succession in Denmark? Ham. Or pardon'd being down? Then I'll look up. my offence is rank. surely. were she ten times our mother. 'tis a knavish piece of work: but what o' that? your majesty. Ham. This play is the image of a murder done in Vienna: Gonzago is the duke's name. like a man to double business bound.— To be forestalled ere we come to fall. what is your cause of distemper? you do. but 'While the grass grows'—the proverb is something musty.

] On shakespeareness Ham. Queen. but 'tis not so above. mine own ambition. since I am still possess'd Of those effects for which I did the murder. Go.—there the action lies In his true nature. Look you lay home to him: Tell him his pranks have been too broad to bear with. mother. Now. thou hast thy father much offended. He will come straight. my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go. There is no shuffling. Come. you have my father much offended. mother. To give in evidence. And that your grace hath screen'd and stood between Much heat and him. what's the matter? Queen. Ham.— My crown. I'll silence me e'en here. May one be pardon'd and retain the offence? In the corrupted currents of this world Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice. come. go. . And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law. I'll warrant you: Fear me not:—withdraw. On amazingness O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell. I hear him coming.Can serve my turn? Forgive me my foul murder!— That cannot be. Mother. Hamlet. you question with a wicked tongue. [Polonius goes behind the arras. Ham. What then? what rests? Try what repentance can: what can it not? Yet what can it when one cannot repent? The king on honesty (after ham refuses to forgive) My words fly up. On pol being afraid of Hamlet Pol. you answer with an idle tongue. and my queen. [Within. be round with him. Pray you. and we ourselves compell'd.] Mother. mother! Queen. Ham. Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults.

I do not know. Grief joys. But what we do determine oft we break. get me a fellowship in a cry of players sir? He’s passionate and good and purposeful. He’s at the point when passion and insanity meet. joy grieves on slender accident. But whether that doom is for himself or others.--with two Provincial roses on my Razed shoes. Most necessary ’tis that we forget To pay ourselves what to ourselves is debt. Of violent birth. And reason panders will. and observations on love ON hamlet being crazy Why. but poor validity. doth the purpose lose. The hart ungalled play For some must watch. For ’tis a question left us yet to prove. He speaks of doom. sor. Where joy most revels. Whether love lead fortune. And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame When the compulsive ardour gives the charge. unshaken. yet he has no idea what he is doing or who he is. On how determination dies with emotion (act three scence 2. Since frost itself as actively doth burn. The violence of either grief or joy Their own enactures with themselves destroy. or else fortune love. grief doth most lament. He sounds mournful for what he’s doing. Purpose is but the slave to memory. On hamlet’s puns.If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones.— Would not this. like fruit unripe. let the stricken deer go weep. sticks on the tree. . The passion ending. But fall. To flaming youth let virtue be as wax. and a forest of feathers—if the rest of my Fortunes turn turk with me. This world is not for aye. What to ourselves in passion we propose. nor ’tis not strange That even our loves should with our fortunes change. And get the misery fuels him and gives him energy. When the boy crying seems crazing and to feel and live seems crazy. Which now. He’s just so miserable. player replacement king to player wife) lines 175-200 do believe you think what now you speak. when they mellow be. while some must sleep So runs the world away.

The hart ungalled play. Still better. I'll blessing beg of you. Once more. And either curb the devil. Assume a virtue. But. if you have it not. or throw him out With wondrous potency. The poor advanced makes friends of enemies. Of habits evil.— Would not this. Hamlet making sexual innuendos!!!! Oph.—For this same lord . And that shall lend a kind of easiness For use almost can change the stamp of nature. Directly seasons him his enemy. Ham. So think thou wilt no second husband wed. while some must sleep: So runs the world away. and a forest of feathers—if the rest of my fortunes turn Turk with me. For who not needs shall never lack a friend. you mark his favorite flies. And who in want a hollow friend doth try. let the strucken deer go weep. Good night: but go not to mine uncle's bed. On hamlet catching the king Why. who all sense doth eat. and worse. you are keen. their ends none of our own. It would cost you a groaning to take off my edge. You are keen. sir. my lord. That monster custom. And hitherto doth love on fortune tend. good-night: And when you are desirous to be bles'd. And live the purer with the other half.The great man down. sir? On hamlet regretting killing Polonius O.— That to the use of actions fair and good He likewise gives a frock or livery That aptly is put on. But die thy thoughts when thy first lord is dead. Our thoughts are ours. Our wills and fates do so contrary run That our devices still are overthrown. throw away the worser part of it. get me a fellowship in a cry of players. orderly to end where I begun. Oph.—with two Provincial roses on my razed shoes. is angel yet in this. For some must watch. Refrain to-night.

Or paddling in your neck with his damn'd fingers. sober. To punish me with this. this counsellor Is now most still. For 'tis the sport to have the enginer Hoist with his own petard: and 't shall go hard But I will delve one yard below their mines And blow them at the moon: O.— This man shall set me packing: I'll lug the guts into the neighbour room. That I must be their scourge and minister. That I essentially am not in madness. call you his mouse. but heaven hath pleas'd it so. sir. and worse remains behind. most secret. in the basket creep And break your own neck down. good-night. a gib. and most grave. Would from a paddock. wise. and will answer well The death I gave him. in despite of sense and secrecy.— Mother. good lady. and.— Whom I will trust as I will adders fang'd. When in one line two crafts directly meet. they must sweep my way And marshal me to knavery. Who was in life a foolish peating knave. To try conclusions.— One word more. Make you to ravel all this matter out. Hamlet on burying There's letters seal'd: and my two schoolfellows. And let him.— I must be cruel. Come. 'tis most sweet. for a pair of reechy kisses.] I do repent. fair. 'Twere good you let him know. to draw toward an end with you:— . But mad in craft.[Pointing to Polonius. good-night. Unpeg the basket on the house's top. and this with me. Pinch wanton on your cheek. only to be kind: Thus bad begins. Let the birds fly. from a bat. Such dear concernings hide? who would do so? No. Let it work. that I bid you do: Let the bloat king tempt you again to bed. I will bestow him. For who that's but a queen. So again.— They bear the mandate. like the famous ape. ON hamlet’s mommy issues and his madness Not this.—Indeed. by no means.

a gib. they must sweep my way And marshal me to knavery. . Queen. For in the fatness of these pursy times Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg. Would make them capable. in despite of sense and secrecy. and this with me. wise.— I must be cruel. like the famous ape. good-night. if words be made of breath. from a bat. 'Twere good you let him know.— Whom I will trust as I will adders fang'd. To punish me with this. but heaven hath pleas'd it so. And breath of life.—Do not look upon me. On goodness through cruelty I do repent. and worse remains behind. Analysis But mad in craft. only to be kind: Thus bad begins. and will answer well The death I gave him. Let the birds fly.— One word more. So again. Let it work. curb and woo for leave to do him good.— They bear the mandate. preaching to stones. Would from a paddock. Be thou assur'd. To try conclusions. Lest with this piteous action you convert My stern effects: then what I have to do Will want true colour. Such dear concernings hide? who would do so? On human nature No.On too much determination On him. and. For who that's but a queen. tears perchance for blood. on him! Look you how pale he glares! His form and cause conjoin'd. Yea. fair. I will bestow him. Unpeg the basket on the house's top. ON innocence There's letters seal'd: and my two schoolfellows. On virtue and its nature o make them ranker. That I must be their scourge and minister. good lady. Forgive me this my virtue. sober. in the basket creep And break your own neck down. I have no life to breathe What thou hast said to me.

The king on Hamlet’s madness I have sent to seek him and to find the body.reacting weirdly Come.On shakespeareness For 'tis the sport to have the enginer Hoist with his own petard: and 't shall go hard On the king being a fake. And let them know both what we mean to do And what's untimely done: so haply slander. we'll call up our wisest friends. A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king. come away! My soul is full of discord and dismay. and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm. in the corner of his jaw. I understand you not. But never the offence. Transports his poison'd shot. Ham. This sudden sending him away must seem Deliberate pause: diseases desperate grown By desperate appliance are reliev'd. his authorities. I am glad of it: a knavish speech sleeps in a foolish ear. that soaks up the King's countenance. the offender's scourge is weigh'd. alas! Ham.—may miss our name. On Shakespeare wit Alas. And hit the woundless air. you shall be dry again. and. As level as the cannon to his blank. like an ape. . Take you me for a sponge. but their eyes. sir. first mouthed. How dangerous is it that this man goes loose! Yet must not we put the strong law on him: He's lov'd of the distracted multitude. my lord. it is but squeezing you. Gertrude. King. to be last swallowed: when he needs what you have gleaned. his rewards. On hamlet calling ros so stupid he doesn’t know how stupid he is Ros. But such officers do the king best service in the end: he keeps them. Ay. Or not at all. sponge. On hamlet calling Ros a man who follows orders Ros. To bear all smooth and even.— Whose whisper o'er the world's diameter. my lord? Ham. Who like not in their judgment.—O. And where 'tis so.

—Come. And thou must cure me: till I know 'tis done. In heaven: send thither to see: if your messenger find him not there. [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. no more. Hamlet on revenge and the beastly nature of man How all occasions do inform against me And spur my dull revenge! What is a man. Sure he that made us with such large discourse. indeed.—thou mayst not coldly set Our sovereign process. hath but one part wisdom And ever three parts coward. which imports at full. If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast. King.] And. England. For like the hectic in my blood he rages. man and wife is one flesh. quarter'd. make haste. or some craven scruple Of thinking too precisely on the event. Nothing but to show you how a king may go a progress through the guts of a beggar. my joys were ne'er begun.What dost thou mean by this? Ham.— A thought which. Since yet thy cicatrice looks raw and red After the Danish sword. Delay it not. my mother. and so.—I do not know .— As my great power thereof may give thee sense. gave us not That capability and godlike reason To fust in us unus'd. Where is Polonius? Ham. The present death of Hamlet. seek him i' the other place yourself. Do it. Ham. But. for England! On the king wanting to kill hamlet Follow him at foot. My mother: father and mother is man and wife. By letters conjuring to that effect. Howe'er my haps. Looking before and after. if my love thou hold'st at aught. and thy free awe Pays homage to us. Now. you shall nose him as you go up the stairs into the lobby. England. I'll have him hence to-night: Away! for everything is seal'd and done That else leans on the affair: pray you. tempt him with speed aboard. whether it be Bestial oblivion. if you find him not within this month.

gross as earth. of such mass and charge. And dupp'd the chamber door. fight for a plot Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause. That inward breaks. and danger dare.' Sith I have cause. My thoughts be bloody. By Gis and by Saint Charity. And I a maid at your window. death. and shows no cause without Why the man dies. ON Ophelia going mad and virginity To-morrow is Saint Valentine's day All in the morning bedtime.Why yet I live to say 'This thing's to do. and will. Let in the maid. from this time forth. Go to their graves like beds. a mother stain'd. Makes mouths at the invisible event. I see The imminent death of twenty thousand men That. But greatly to find quarrel in a straw When honour's at the stake. and fie for shame! Young men will do't if they come to't. Even for an egg-shell. To be your Valentine. for a fantasy and trick of fame.—I humbly thank you. Which is not tomb enough and continent To hide the slain?—O. Led by a delicate and tender prince. How stand I. Exposing what is mortal and unsure To all that fortune. Rightly to be great Is not to stir without great argument. Whose spirit. Quoth she. and means To do't. before you tumbled me. exhort me: Witness this army. they are to blame. And let all sleep? while. Excitements of my reason and my blood. that out a maid Never departed more. Alack. . That have a father kill'd. then. Examples. to my shame. and strength. with divine ambition puff'd. or be nothing worth! On pointless death Two thousand souls and twenty thousand ducats Will not debate the question of this straw: This is the imposthume of much wealth and peace. By cock. sir. You promis'd me to wed. Then up he rose and donn'd his clothes.

We must be patient: but I cannot choose but weep. good night. Claudius on greif and Ophelia going crazy from it O. they come not single spies. and as much containing as all these. Will nothing stick our person to arraign In ear and ear. this is the poison of deep grief. not gaudy: . this. O Gertrude. Feeds on his wonder. it springs All from her father's death. An thou hadst not come to my bed. and he most violent author Of his own just remove: the people muddied. More on Ophelia going crazy Oph.So would I ha' done. But not express'd in fancy. by yonder sun. ladies. to think they would lay him i' the cold ground. The last words Polonius says to Laertes Grapple them unto thy soul with hoops of steel. good night. When sorrows come. Thick and and unwholesome in their thoughts and whispers For good Polonius' death. —Come. my coach!—Good night. Like to a murdering piece. Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee. unfledg'd comrade. your son gone. keeps himself in clouds. But in battalions! First. Wherein necessity. O my dear Gertrude. Beware Of entrance to a quarrel. And wants not buzzers to infect his ear With pestilent speeches of his father's death. but reserve thy judgment. sweet ladies. I hope all will be well. and we have done but greenly In hugger-mugger to inter him: poor Ophelia Divided from herself and her fair judgment. rich. but. good night. but few thy voice: Take each man's censure. me superfluous death. Without the which we are pictures or mere beasts: Last. being in. her father slain: Next. But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd. My brother shall know of it: and so I thank you for your good counsel. of matter beggar'd. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy. Her brother is in secret come from France. Give every man thine ear. in many places Give. Gertrude.

. between the chaste unsmirched brow Of my true mother. Laer.—Tell me. That treason can but peep to what it would. Good Laertes. King. Cries cuckold to my father. brands the harlot Even here. Farewell: my blessing season this in thee! On revenge Laer. Who shall stay you? Laer. That thy rebellion looks so giant-like?— Let him go.—to thine own self be true. Laer. do not fear our person: There's such divinity doth hedge a king. to the profoundest pit! I dare damnation:—to this point I stand. And they in France of the best rank and station Are most select and generous chief in that. Calmly. King. allegiance! vows. Why thou art thus incens'd. Gertrude:— Speak. Thou canst not then be false to any man.—O thou vile king. How came he dead? I'll not be juggled with: To hell. And it must follow. I thank you:—keep the door. That drop of blood that's calm proclaims me bastard. not all the world: And for my means. And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. man. Gertrude. only I'll be reveng'd Most throughly for my father. good Laertes.— That both the worlds. This above all. Give me my father! Queen. to the blackest devil! Conscience and grace. I give to negligence. I'll husband them so well. Neither a borrower nor a lender be: For loan oft loses both itself and friend.For the apparel oft proclaims the man. They shall go far with little. My will.—Let him go. Acts little of his will. Laertes. Let come what comes. as the night the day. King. Laertes. What is the cause.

It could not move thus. That I am guiltless of your father's death. kind sister. and didst persuade revenge. King. Till our scale turn the beam. Will you know them then? Laer. On Ophelia going crazy O heat. hey nonny And on his grave rain'd many a tear. like the kind life-rendering pelican. And am most sensibly in grief for it. my dove! Laer. Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye!— By heaven.— Fare you well. nonny. And. Winner and loser? Laer.] They bore him barefac'd on the bier Hey no nonny. None but his enemies. Hadst thou thy wits. thy madness shall be paid by weight. It shall as level to your judgment pierce As day does to your eye. To his good friends thus wide I'll ope my arms. dry up my brains! tears seven times salt. sweepstake.If you desire to know the certainty Of your dear father's death. . It sends some precious instance of itself After the thing it loves. hey nonny And on his grave rain'd many a tear. Oph. O rose of May! Dear maid. you will draw both friend and foe.— They bore him barefac'd on the bier Hey no nonny. King. nonny. now you speak Like a good child and a true gentleman. Why. sweet Ophelia!— O heavens! is't possible a young maid's wits Should be as mortal as an old man's life? Nature is fine in love. and where 'tis fine. [Sings. is't writ in your revenge That. Repast them with my blood.

if praises may go back again. Oph. His means of death. And where the offence is let the great axe fall.' .— Cry to be heard.On “madness” This nothing's more than matter. nor hatchment o'er his bones. If by direct or by collateral hand They find us touch'd. Stood challenger on mount of all the age For her perfections:—but my revenge will come. I must commune with your grief. we will our kingdom give. King. but if not. A sister driven into desperate terms. sword. No noble rite nor formal ostentation. End of scene. Laer. And we shall jointly labour with your soul To give it due content. There's rosemary. Or you deny me right. That I must call't in question. that's for thoughts. And they shall hear and judge 'twixt you and me.— Whose worth. Make choice of whom your wisest friends you will.— No trophy. On beautiful prose and Laertes anger Laer. love. So you shall. And so have I a noble father lost. I pray you go with me. Let this be so.—thoughts and remembrance fitted. Our crown. remember: and there is pansies. Laer. Go but apart. A document in madness. and all that we call ours. 'Thus didest thou. Laer. pray. I am lost in it. To you in satisfaction. his obscure burial. king offering sympathy to laertes King. my lord. It warms the very sickness in my heart That I shall live and tell him to his teeth. that's for remembrance. our life. Be you content to lend your patience to us. Laertes. But let him come. as 'twere from heaven to earth.

indeed. Requite him for your father. Revenge should have no bounds. and free from all contriving. The rather if you could devise it so That I might be the organ. are accidents. And nothing is at a like goodness still. And that I see.Laer. should murder sanctuarize. There lives within the very flame of love A kind of wick or snuff that will abate it. That hurts by easing. growing to a plurisy. Will not peruse the foils. Most generous. \Claudius on the nature of love(deceiving Laertes) Not that I think you did not love your father. We should do when we would. Hamlet on death (famous skull scene) . And then this 'should' is like a spendthrift sigh. for this 'would' changes. and. in a pass of practice. keep close within your chamber. you may choose A sword unbated. And hath abatements and delays as many As there are tongues. My lord. Dies in his own too much: that we would do. Time qualifies the spark and fire of it. bring you in fine together And wager on your heads: he. Personal commentary on revenge It’s strange how the christain concept of redemption and attoning for sins can be so easily confused with revenge. are hands. But to the quick o' the ulcer:— Hamlet comes back: what would you undertake To show yourself your father's son in deed More than in words? ON clauduis being a bastard No place. Will you do this. Hamlet return'd shall know you are come home: We'll put on those shall praise your excellence And set a double varnish on the fame The Frenchman gave you. in passages of proof. so that with ease. But. being remiss. I will be rul'd. For goodness. Or with a little shuffling. good Laertes. But that I know love is begun by time.

—What wilt thou do for her? Hamlet mourning for Ophelia Ham. Might stop a hole to keep the wind away. Alexander was buried. Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion i' the earth? Hor. wait upon him. good Horatio.— As England was his faithful tributary.] King. And smelt so? Pah! [Throws down the skull.] Hor. but to follow him thither with modesty enough. No. and dog will have his day.— Hamlet making fun of court life An earnest conjuration from the king. Horatio! Why may not imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander till he find it stopping a bung-hole? Hor. E'en so. Alexander returneth into dust. [Exit. with all their quantity of love. faith. sir. Make up my sum. 'Twere to consider too curiously to consider so. What is the reason that you use me thus? I lov'd you ever: but it is no matter. forty thousand brothers Could not.Ham. The cat will mew. my lord. the dust is earth. and why of that loam whereto he was converted might they not stop a beerbarrel? Imperious Caesar. Ham. dead and turn'd to clay. Ham. that that earth which kept the world in awe Should patch a wall to expel the winter's flaw! But soft! but soft! aside!—Here comes the king. Hamlet on loving Ophelia Ham. of earth we make loam. I pray thee. O. E'en so. and likelihood to lead it: as thus: Alexander died. I lov'd Ophelia. Let Hercules himself do what he may. . To what base uses we may return. Hear you. Ham. not a jot.

F4 On people fearing and following Hamlet Ham. I should impart a thing to you . and fertile: let a beast be lord of beasts. He hath much land. spacious in the possession of dirt. for 'tis a vice to know him.As love between them like the palm might flourish. sure. man. That to Laertes I forgot myself. if your lordship were at leisure. Does it not. And with such cozenage—is't not perfect conscience To quit him with this arm? and is't not to be damn'd To let this canker of our nature come In further evil? On bravery of greif It will be short: the interim is mine. As peace should still her wheaten garland wear And stand a comma 'tween their amities. but. Hamlet talking about little people caught up with might opponents Why. as I say. stand me now upon. the bravery of his grief did put me Into a towering passion. And many such-like as's of great charge. But I am very sorry. more or less. Popp'd in between the election and my hopes. Thy state is the more gracious. On hamlet wanting to kill Claudius am. Sweet lord. They are not near my conscience. thinks't thee. He should the bearers put to sudden death. their defeat Does by their own insinuation grow: 'Tis dangerous when the baser nature comes Between the pass and fell incensed points Of mighty opposites. Thrown out his angle for my proper life.— That.— He that hath kill'd my king. good Horatio. 'tis a chough. Not shriving-time allow'd. and his crib shall stand at the king's mess. on the view and know of these contents. they did make love to this employment. And a man's life is no more than to say One. For by the image of my cause I see The portraiture of his: I'll court his favours: But. and whor'd my mother. Osr. Without debatement further.

Sir. his umbrage. I am constant to my purposes. Ham. I thank your lordship. 'tis for the head. Sir. it is very sultry. for you shall find in him the continent of what part a gentleman would see. But. full of most excellent differences. to make true diction of him. Hamlet on his revenge Ham. Exceedingly. of very soft society and great showing: indeed. Osr. Osr. for mine ease. his semblable is his mirror. an absolute gentleman. I know.from his majesty. Ham. his majesty bade me signify to you that he has laid a great wager on your head. this is the matter. there are no tongues else for's turn. to speak feelingly of him. in the verity of extolment. But. to divide him inventorially would dizzy the arithmetic of memory. my lord. my lord. . Ham. the wind is northerly. in respect of his quick sail. believe me. my lord. his definement suffers no perdition in you. in good faith. Nay. indeed. and yet but yaw neither.—though. mine is ready. providedI be so able as now. This lapwing runs away with the shell on his head. in good faith. Methinks it is very sultry and hot for my complexion. 'tis very cold.—as 'twere—I cannot tell how. On shakespearian laungauge and underdeveloped children He does well to commend it himself. Osr. I take him to be a soul of great article. nothing more. and who else would trace him. here is newly come to court Laertes. Hor.— On the sincerity of praise Osr. Sir. t'is very hot. Ham. Put your bonnet to his right use. I will receive it with all diligence of spirit. he is the card or calendar of gentry. and his infusion of such dearth and rareness as. they follow the king's pleasure: if his fitness speaks. now or whensoever. It is indifferent cold. believe me. No.

I die. That are but mutes or audience to this act. which carries them through and through the most fanned and winnowed opinions. He did comply with his dug before he suck'd it. and do but blow them to their trial. since he went into France I have been in continual practice: I shall win at the odds.—Wretched queen.— O good Horatio. with the occurrents. I could tell you. As thou'rt a man.— O.—Horatio. I'll have't. Is strict in his arrest. Heaven make thee free of it! I follow thee.—the rest is silence .— I am dead. Which have solicited. The potent poison quite o'er-crows my spirit: I cannot live to hear the news from England. So tell him. Give me the cup. a kind of yesty collection. by heaven.— only got the tune of the time and outward habit of encounter. Thou liv'st. Thus has he. death. what a wounded name. To tell my story.—as this fell sergeant.— But let it be. the bubbles are out.—and many more of the same bevy that I know the drossy age dotes on. Analyzing foreshadowing before sword fight (page 111) Lord. And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain. The queen desires you to use some gentle entertainment to Laertes before you fall to play. But I do prophesy the election lights On Fortinbras: he has my dying voice. shall live behind me! If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart. let go. Things standing thus unknown. I do not think so. Horatio. Horatio. I am dead.—O. report me and my cause aright To the unsatisfied. Had I but time. more and less. Ham. Hamlet dying Ham.Ham. But thou wouldst not think how ill all's here about my heart: but it is no matter. Absent thee from felicity awhile. adieu!— You that look pale and tremble at this chance.

in hope. . in emotion. One can only touch it every so often.Fading magic: As a girl grows up her magical powers whichshe loves so much disappears. Life not yet gone: Magic that is really the spirits of the dead. Magic is that which we remember. and it burns. what should be gone but isn’t. And she is told when they are fully gone that there is magic in life.

I'll take the ghost's word for 287 a thousand pound. HAMLET 298 Sir. for me to put him 306 to his purgation would perhaps plunge him into 307 far more choler. the 292 recorders! 293 For if the king like not the comedy. some music! Enter ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN. 294 Why then. perdy. rather with choler. sir. sir— HAMLET 300 Ay. HAMLET 291 Ah. GUILDENSTERN 299 The king. . HAMLET 304 Your wisdom should show itself more richer to 305 signify this to his doctor. vouchsafe me a word with 297 you. ha! Come. some music! come. Full Summary GUILDENSTERN 296 Good my lord. a whole history.O good Horatio. my lord. HAMLET 302 With drink. sir? GUILDENSTERN 303 No. Didst perceive? HORATIO 288 Very well. 295 Come. HAMLET 289 Upon the talk of the poisoning? HORATIO 290 I did very well note him. he likes it not. belike. my lord. for. what of him? GUILDENSTERN 301 Is in his retirement marvellous distempered.

HAMLET I am tame. good my lord. my wit's diseased: but. hath sent me to you. your mother. ROSENCRANTZ She desires to speak with you in her closet. but to the matter: my mother. were she ten times our mother. my mother: therefore no more. as you say. such answer as I can make. your pardon and my return shall be the end of my business. that can so stonish a mother! But is there no sequel at the heels of this mother's admiration? Impart. sir. GUILDENSTERN The queen. you say— ROSENCRANTZ Then thus she says. rather. I will do your mother's commandment: if not. sir: pronounce. Have you any further trade with us? . put your discourse into some frame and start not so wildly from my affair. in most great affliction of spirit.308 309 310 311 312 313 314 315 316 317 318 319 320 321 322 323 324 325 326 327 328 329 330 331 332 333 334 GUILDENSTERN Good my lord. HAMLET Sir. or. ere you go to bed. you shall command. my lord? HAMLET Make you a wholesome answer. HAMLET O wonderful son. your behavior hath struck her into amazement and admiration. this courtesy is not of the right breed. GUILDENSTERN What. HAMLET You are welcome. HAMLET We shall obey. GUILDENSTERN Nay. If it shall please you to make me a wholesome answer. I cannot.

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