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XXII. Claudius - “How dangerous to have this madman on the loose! But
we can’t throw him in jail. The people love him, because they judge
based on appearance rather than reason. They’ll pay attention to the
severity of the punishment, not the severity of the crime. No, we must
seem calm and fair-minded, and our sending him away must seem
like a carefully considered move. But a terminal disease requires
extreme treatment, or nothing at all. “(Act 4 Scene 3)
XXIII. The other reason why I couldn’t prosecute and arrest Hamlet is that
the public loves him. In their affection they overlook all his faults.
Like magic, they convert them into virtues, so whatever I said against
him would end up hurting me, not him. (Act 4, Scene 7)
XXIV. ROSENCRANTZ - The single and peculiar life is bound With all the
strength and armor of the mind To keep itself from noyance, but
much more That spirit upon whose weal depend and rest The lives of
many. The cease of majesty Dies not alone, but, like a gulf, doth draw
What’s near it with it. It is a massy wheel Fixed on the summit of the
highest mount, To whose huge spokes ten thousand lesser things, Are
mortised and adjoined, which, when it falls, Each small annexment,
petty consequence, Attends the boisterous ruin. Never alone, Did the
king sigh, but with a general groan. - Act 3, Scene 3
References to Rome
I. HAMLET - (Act 5 Scene 5) No, faith, not a jot. But to follow him
thither with modesty enough, and likelihood to lead it, as thus:
Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth to dust,
the dust is earth, of earth we make loam—and why of that loam,
whereto he was converted, might they not stop a beer barrel?
Imperious Caesar, dead and turned to clay, Might stop a hole to keep
the wind away., that that earth, which kept the world in awe, Should
patch a wall t' expel the winter’s flaw! But soft, but soft a while.
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III. HORATIO - 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. (Act 1, Scene 1