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Published January 1, 1988
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,The same passage in F is:
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
A note to the Arden Shakespeare suggests that “your” in Q2 may not in fact refer to Horatio, but be a generic term of address, as in the gravedigger’s “your water is a sore decayer of your whoreson dead body.” Given the direct address to his friend, however, I don’t find this interpretation persuasive.
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in our philosophy.
What if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord,On this reading I came to see Horatio as an important character in the play. Dramatically, he is Hamlet’s only trusted confidant, thus giving the occasion for some exposition and revelation of the prince’s character outside the soliloquies. He also seems to be the representative of the Renaissance in the medieval Danish court, thus the source, if not the enactor, of ideas destabilizing to the established order.
Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff
That beetles o'er his base into the sea,
And there assume some other horrible form
Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason
And draw you into madness? Think of it:
The very place puts toys of desperation,
Without more motive, into every brain
That looks so many fathoms to the sea
And hears it roar beneath.
HAMLETThe contrast with his interactions with Rosencrantz and Guildenstern is interesting; in both cases, Hamlet mentions their relationship to Fortune.
Horatio, thou art e’en as just a man
As e’er my conversation coped withal.
HORATIO
O, my dear lord—
HAMLET
Nay, do not think I flatter,
For what advancement may I hope from thee
That no revenue hast but thy good spirits
To feed and clothe thee? Why should the poor be flattered?
No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp
And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee
Where thrift may follow fawning. Dost thou hear?
Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice
And could of men distinguish, her election
Hath sealed thee for herself. For thou hast been
As one in suffering all that suffers nothing,
A man that Fortune’s buffets and rewards
Hast ta’en with equal thanks; and blessed are those
Whose blood and judgment are so well commeddled
That they are not a pipe for Fortune’s finger
To sound what stop she please. Give me that man
That is not passion’s slave, and I will wear him
In my heart’s core, ay, in my heart of heart,
As I do thee.