Hamlet: Entire Play - 16 views
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O heavy deed! It had been so with us, had we been there: His liberty is full of threats to all; To you yourself, to us, to every one.
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Juan Ortega on 05 Nov 13Madness. Gertrude has just told her husband how Hamlet murdered Polonius blindly, the king says that this murder is a serious matter, especially serious because the victim could just as well been himself.
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Juan Ortega on 05 Nov 13Madness. Gertrude has just told her husband how Hamlet murdered Polonius blindly, the king says that this murder is a serious matter, especially serious because the victim could just as well been himself. It's weird how he doesn't mourn Polonius' death, just worries about himself.
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Mad as the sea and wind,
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like the owner of a foul disease, To keep it from divulging
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like some ore Among a mineral of metals base
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he weeps for what is done
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The sun no sooner shall the mountains touch
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Come, Gertrude, we'll call up our wisest friends;
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Revenge. Is Claudius trying to evade Hamlet's revenge? Telling everyone what Hamlet did will make everyone think that Hamlet is crazy and won't believe him if he says that Claudius killed King Hamlet.
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Revenge. Does he want to tell everyone that Hamlet is crazy so they don't believe Hamlet when he says that Claudius killed King Hamlet.
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Besides, to be demanded of a sponge!
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Appearance vs. Reality, Corruption By calling R a "sponge," Hamlet implies that through their foolishness R & G have been taken over by Claudius. They have lost their inner reality.
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Corruption, Appearance vs. Reality. By calling R a "sponge," Hamlet implies that through their foolishness R & G have been taken over by Claudius. They have lost their inner reality.
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I am glad of it: a knavish speech sleeps in a foolish ear.
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Mocking tone. An insulting comment will provoke no response from a fool too stupid to understand the insult.
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R tells Hamlet he does not understand what he is talking about; (he gets lost in Hamlet's extended sponge metaphor even though R himself is the king's sponge). Hamlet is glad his insult is not understood, as it confirms his sponge analogy.
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The body is with the king, but the king is not with the body.
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He's loved of the distracted multitude
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Not where he eats, but where he is eaten: a certain convocation of politic worms are e'en at him. Your worm is your only emperor for diet: we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots: your fat king and your lean beggar is but variable service, two dishes, but to one table: that's the end.
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Threat, Revenge, Death. He describes how life eats itself in order to live, and connects this idea to the image of worms eating a king. Hamlet is indirectly threatening Claudius.
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Hamlet's mockery and word play begins to focus on death. He describes how life devours itself in order to live, and explicitly links this idea to the image of worms devouring a king. In doing so, Hamlet is indirectly threatening Claudius. For everyone, rich ("your fat king") or poor ("your lean beggar"), the final destination ("the end") is the same
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Nothing but to show you how a king may go a progress through the guts of a beggar.
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My mother: father and mother is man and wife; man and wife is one flesh
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This is a reflection of how he cant accept that Claudius be his father. Like in Act 1 or 2 can't remeber when he says he refers to the sun but actually referring to sOn.
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Metonymy This is a reflection of how he cant accept that Claudius be his father. He calls him another think (mother) cause of Chritianity's "One-flesh union"
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Come, for England!
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seek him i' the other place yourself.
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tempt him with speed aboard
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Go, captain, from me greet the Danish king; Tell him that, by his licence, Fortinbras Craves the conveyance of a promised march Over his kingdom
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That inward breaks, and shows no cause without Why the man dies.
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Exeunt all except HAMLET
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How all occasions do inform against me, And spur my dull
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Revenge. Everything that happens (all occasions do inform against me) serves only to remind Hamlet of what he has yet to do, revenge his father's murder by killing the king.
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Revenge. Everything that happens (all occasions do inform against me) serves only to remind Hamlet of what he has yet to do, revenge his father's murder by killing the king.
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The imminent death of twenty thousand men, That, for a fantasy and trick of fame, Go to their
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Why yet I live to say 'This thing's to do;' Sith I have cause and will and strength and means To do't.
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To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is, Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss: So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
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Guiltiness. The queen has reluctantly agreed to see Ophelia.As she waits for Ophelia to come in, thoughts return to her guilty conscience ("my sick soul") and the effect ("nature") of sin which causes every trifle ("toy") to seem a foreboding of some great calamity. She suspects others of suspecting her and her guilt is so great that attempts to hide it result only in greater suspicion.
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Conceit upon her father.
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Then up he rose, and donn'd his clothes, And dupp'd the chamber-door; Let in the maid, that out a maid Never departed more.
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When sorrows come, they come not single spies But in battalions
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The ocean, overpeering of his list, Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste
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The ratifiers and props of every word, They cry 'Choose we: Laertes shall be king:'
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That drop of blood that's calm proclaims me bastard,
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Let come what comes; only I'll be
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But not by him.
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O, from this time forth, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!
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And like the kind life-rendering pelican
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There's fennel for you, and columbines: there's rue for you; and here's some for me: we may call it herb-grace o' Sundays: O you must wear your rue with a difference. There's a daisy: I would give you some violets, but they withered all when my father died: they say he made a good end,
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So you shall;
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SCENE VI. Another room in the castle.
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O, for two special reasons;
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will do't: And, for that purpose, I'll anoint my sword.
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With this contagion, that, if I gall him slightly, It may be death.
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Drown'd, drown'd
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Let's follow, Gertrude:
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By cock
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tumbled me
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water
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Is she to be buried in Christian burial that
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If this had not been a gentlewoman, she should have been buried out o' Christian burial.
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confess thyself
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This is probably half a phrase, which the Second Clown interrupts by saying "Go to." There was a saying, "Confess thyself and be hanged," which had its origin in the fact that before a person was hanged, he/she was supposed to make a confession of sins to save his/her soul. Thus a person who is hopeless, clueless, lame, stupid, oblivious, or otherwise worthless can be told that he/she should "confess thyself and be hanged," because there is absolutely nothing else for him/her to do.
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Enter two Clowns
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Shakespearean fools. Shakespearean fools are usually clever peasants or commoners that use their wits to outdo people of higher social standing. In this sense, they are very similar to the real fools, and jesters of the time, but their characteristics are greatly heightened for theatrical effect. wikipedia
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Cain's jaw-bone
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Hum! This fellow might be in's time a great buyer of land
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Mine, sir.
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You lie out on't, sir, and therefore it is not yours: for my part, I do not lie in't, and yet it is mine.
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HAMLET What man dost thou dig it for? First Clown For no man, sir. HAMLET What woman, then? First Clown For none, neither. HAMLET Who is to be buried in't? First Clown One that was a woman, sir; but, rest her soul, she's dead.
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there the men are as mad as he.
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How long will a man lie i' the earth ere he rot?
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I' faith, if he be not rotten before he die--as we have many pocky corses now-a-days, that will scarce hold the laying in--he will last you some eight year or nine year: a tanner will last you nine year.
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Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rims at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing.
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'Twere to consider too curiously, to consider so.
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Why, here in Denmark: I have been sexton here, man and boy, thirty years.
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Her obsequies have been as far enlarged As we have warrantise: her death was doubtful; And, but that great command o'ersways the order, She should in ground unsanctified have lodged Till the last trumpet: for charitable prayers, Shards, flints and pebbles should be thrown on her; Yet here she is allow'd her virgin crants, Her maiden strewments and the bringing home Of bell and burial.
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Lay her i' the earth: And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring! I tell thee, churlish priest, A ministering angel shall my sister be, When thou liest howling.
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To o'ertop old Pelion, or the skyish head Of blue Olympus.
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Yet have I something in me dangerous,
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I loved Ophelia: forty thousand brothers
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Dost thou come here to whine? To outface me with leaping in her grave? Be buried quick with her, and so will I:
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I'll rant as well as thou.
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as patient as the female dove, When that her golden couplets are disclosed, His silence will sit drooping.
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Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting
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Without debatement further, more or less, He should the bearers put to sudden death, Not shriving-time allow'd.
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But I am very sorry, good Horatio, That to Laertes I forgot myself; For, by the image of my cause, I see The portraiture of his: I'll court his favours. But, sure, the bravery of his grief did put me Into a towering passion.
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Thy state is the more gracious; for 'tis a vice to know him. He hath much land, and fertile: let a beast be lord of beasts, and his crib shall stand at the king's mess: 'tis a chough; but, as I say, spacious in the possession of dirt.
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Not a whit, we defy augury: there's a special
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Hamlet has just told Horatio that he has a bad feeling about the upcoming duel with Laertes and Horatio has offered to make his excuses for him, when Hamlet declares that he is not tempted to decline the match ("not a whit") as he will not let omens ("we defy augury") dictate his royal ("we") actions.
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providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the readiness is all: since no man has aught of what he leaves, what is't to leave betimes?
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Roughly awake, I here proclaim was madness. Was't Hamlet wrong'd Laertes?
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but in my terms of honour I stand aloof; and will no reconcilement, Till by some elder masters, of known honour
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It is but foolery; but it is such a kind of gain-giving, as would perhaps trouble a woman.
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I'll be your foil, Laertes: in mine ignorance Your skill shall, like a star i' the darkest night, Stick fiery off indeed.
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And in the cup an union shall he throw,
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[Aside] It is the poison'd cup: it is too late.
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LAERTES wounds HAMLET; then in scuffling, they change rapiers, and HAMLET wounds LAERTES
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No, no, the drink, the drink,--O my dear Hamlet,-- The drink, the drink! I am poison'd. Dies
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I am justly kill'd with mine own treachery
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It is here, Hamlet: Hamlet, thou art slain; No medicine in the world can do thee good; In thee there is not half an hour of life; The treacherous instrument is in thy hand, Unbated and envenom'd: the foul practise Hath turn'd itself on me lo, here I lie, Never to rise again: thy mother's poison'd: I can no more: the king, the king's to blame.
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Stabs KING CLAUDIUS
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treason
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Heaven make thee free of it! I follow thee.
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As thou'rt a man, Give me the cup: let go; by heaven, I'll have't. O good Horatio, what a wounded name,
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On Fortinbras: he has my dying voice; So tell him, with the occurrents, more and less, Which have solicited. The rest is silence.
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That Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead:
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For me, with sorrow I embrace my fortune: I have some rights of memory in this kingdom, Which now to claim my vantage doth invite me.