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That youth and observation copied there, And thy commandement all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix’d with baser matter. Yes, by heaven! O most pernicious woman! O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain! My tables—meet it is I set it down That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain! At least I am sure it may be so in Denmark.
hamlet...dude!
yes, i WILL remember you, but only as the wretched ghost and not as my father, and in doing so i will not be able to keep any of the other commandments you set to me. lol.
There’s never a villain dwelling in all Denmark But he’s an arrant knave.
There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave To tell us this.
The time is out of joint—O cursed spite, That ever I was born to set it right!
ACT II
ah yes the scene in hamlet that NEVER makes it
As if he had been loosed out of hell To speak of horrors—he comes before me.
anyway today's obsession is hamlet coming to Ophelia FIRST.
That hath made him mad.
hamlet when he hears this theory: HUH?
I fear’d he did but trifle And meant to wrack thee, but beshrow my jealousy!
Queen. I doubt it is no other but the main, His father’s death and our [o’erhasty] marriage.
when will we Listen to Women.
His nephew’s levies, which to him appear’d To be a preparation ’gainst the Polack;
he truly found It was against your Highness.
Gives him threescore thousand crowns in annual fee, And his commission to employ those soldiers, So levied, as before, against the Polack, With an entreaty, herein further shown,
maybe sometimes ur country is weak bc the leader is a fool and sometimes its weak bc ur leader is distracted by his nephew ACTING like one.
That it might please you to give quiet pass Through your dominions for this enterprise,
no? lol.
And at our more considered time we’ll read,
and then he doesn't because in like 3 days he's dead, but fortinbras is already there.
I will be brief.
dean winchester dying in the barn vibes again. no man knows what brief means.
Pol. Good madam, stay awhile. I will be faithful. [Reads the] letter. “Doubt thou the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move, Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love. O dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers. I have not art to reckon my groans, but that I love thee best, O most best, believe it. Adieu. Thine evermore, most dear lady,
it's always inspired to have ophelia on stage, just for the sHEER embarrassment of this.
“Lord Hamlet is a prince out of thy star; This must not be”;
Ham. Then I would you were so honest a man.
Ham. For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog, being a good kissing carrion—Have you a daughter?
sun. Conception is a blessing, but as your daughter may conceive, friend, look to’t.
Ham. You cannot take from me any thing that I will not more willingly part withal—except my life, except my life, except my life.
i love him for the drama + the absolute mean spiritedness of this. no good reason.
Then you live about her waist, or in the middle of her favors? Guil. Faith, her privates we.
Why then ’tis none to you; for there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
and count myself a king of infinite space—were it not that I have bad dreams.
am most dreadfully attended.] But in the beaten way of friendship, what make you at Elsinore?
and yet to me what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me—nor women neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.
the way of young men and old friends: bro i am sooo depressed, like i just do not Like the Guys Any More. Man is A Wasteland et cetera et cetera.
your dumbass friends: so what about ?? eyebrows ?? lol ??
There was for a while no money bid for argument, unless the poet and the player went to cuffs in the question.
wait...u mean, like, in england?
a hundred ducats a-piece for his picture in little. ’Sblood, there is something in this more than natural, if philosophy could find it out.
I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a hand-saw.
Ros. Happily he is the second time come to them, for they say an old man is twice a child.
tragedy, comedy, history, pastoral, pastoral-comical, historical-pastoral, [tragical-historical, tragical-comical- historical-pastoral,]
i do have to say that this line is literally in my head all the time.
Jephthah,
oh. oh. OH.
by’ lady, your ladyship is nearer to heaven than when I saw you last, by the altitude of a chopine.
someone needs to smack him for real.
What would he do Had he the motive and [the cue] for passion That I have?
peak Like John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause, And can say nothing; no, not for a king, Upon whose property and most dear life
A damn’d defeat was made. Am I a coward?
We are oft to blame in this— ’Tis too much prov’d—that with devotion’s visage And pious action we do sugar o’er The devil himself. King [Aside.] O, ’tis too true! How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience! The harlot’s cheek, beautied with plast’ring art, Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it Than is my deed to my most painted word. O heavy burthen!
And lose the name of action.—Soft you now, The fair Ophelia. Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins rememb’red.
unfortunately the 17 year old who spent her entire winter break learning this speech cannot move past saying: "kale past" in the finals and losing the shakespeare belt :( to her best friend.
and by that i mean, i literally cannot tell you what is happening in this speech. it has lost all shape from memorization. :( very sad for me, #1 hamlet lover.
Oph. My lord, I have remembrances of yours That I have longed long to redeliver. I pray you now receive them.
BUT NOT THIS PART OF THE SCENE OH HELL YEAH LET'S GO!!
Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
for real, somehow my favorite line in all of hamlet.
Ham. Ay, truly, 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, but now the time gives it proof. I did love you once. Oph. Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so. Ham. You should not have believ’d me, for virtue cannot so [inoculate] our old stock but we shall relish of it. I lov’d you not.
iohlkjlk i would love to know what he's talking about, but i am at work AND listening to music, all ophelia knows is that she's been roped into a sting operation and is now being insulted :(
honesty = virginity but also general state of character; he is talking of pardoxes; he loves her and does not at the same time; does he know even here that ophelia is working against him.
why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners?
yes so true. there does seem to be deep grief for Humanity here, maybe in a general sense. maybe he Thinks she's pregnant, maybe he Knows she's pregnant.
idk why i was so convinced at 17 that she was pregnant, but in some ways, i think that it's a pretty good reading of what's going on in this scene. her failing is about him, and not really about her at all, until he realizes that she's conspiring against him. i don't think it's very convincing that there isn't a turn somewhere in this scene (in that ophelia is working with hamlet); straightforwardly, he knows from the beginning, but i think it brings a lot humanity to Hamlet and Ophelia, and also Hamlet-and-Ophelia, if he begins mournful and not angry in a general sense and is legitmately thinks he's saving her from something.
Oph. O, help him, you sweet heavens!
in fact ophelia's response is the ONLY reason you would read hamlet as Angry at all in this scene instead of just seriously suffering with scrupulosity and trying to save everyone in this scene including poor polonious.
God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another.
it's still like, if you're going to be Mean to Women, please remember to direct it at the woman you're actually angry with.
Those that are married already (all but one) shall live, the rest shall keep as they are.
so true, hamlet. i thought we were doing subtelty but i guess we are giving it up.
Th’ expectation and rose of the fair state,
Th’ observ’d of all observers,
That suck’d the honey of his [music] vows,
Nor what he spake, though it lack’d form a little, Was not like madness.
Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor.
this is why you have issues, hamlet. you are overthinking literally everything about your life
