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cannot but make the judicious grieve;
and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
hamlet please i beg of you! relax.
Ham. What ho, Horatio! Enter Horatio.
O my dear lord—
no horatio is right, this is a lot.
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 flatter’d?
this is...this is like, a backhanded compliment. this is really not that nice. i mean he's RIGHT and i'm sure horatio literally doesn't even have the equipment to care about this, but in a modern sense, like, why would you say this.
like: i can't GET anything from you (except your friendship), which is sweet, but it's like :/
Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice And could of men distinguish her election, Sh’ hath seal’d thee for herself,
oh love confessions. oh jeez.
and blest are those Whose blood and judgment are so well co-meddled, That they are not a pipe for Fortune’s finger To sound what stop she please.
I eat the air, promise-cramm’d—you
I was kill’d i’ th’ Capitol; Brutus kill’d me.
you sure were my man. you sure were.
Ham. It was a brute part of him to kill so capital a calf there.
please.
Oph. You are merry, my lord.
ophelia in her mind literally has to be like: kill kill kill kill.
hope a great man’s memory may outlive his life half a year,
a must build churches then, or else shall ’a suffer not thinking on, with the hobby-horse, whose epitaph is, “For O, for O, the hobby-horse is forgot.”
Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring?
did you know write this and ask them to do this hamlet. i will end him.
thirties been,
30 years; also is this where hamlet = 30 comes from?
In second husband let me be accurs’d! None wed the second but who kill’d the first.
A second time I kill my husband dead, When second husband kisses me in bed.
The great man down, you mark his favorite flies, The poor advanc’d makes friends of enemies.
Queen. The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
i think she should smack him, i think, given that he is forcing her to sit through this, she is 100% within her rights to smack him. thank you.
literally, your adult son is suicide baiting you and the whole country and makes you sit through a play that so far is just about a woman swearing she won't get remarried if her husband dies, and then he turns to you and is like: so...what do you think?
literally the way claudius is like. ehh idk hamlet what
Your Majesty, and we that have free souls, it touches us not. Let the gall’d jade winch, our withers are unwrung.
Ham. I could interpret between you and your love, if I could see the puppets dallying.
Oph. Still better, and worse.
ophelia is literally the only woman ever, i am literally so in love with her.
for for me to put him to his purgation would perhaps plunge him into more choler.
You do surely bar the door upon your own liberty if you deny your griefs to your friend.
While the grass grows”—the
me after 8 years: i should probably look up this proverb
while the grass grows the horse starves. and well.
Guil. O my lord, if my duty be too bold, my love is too unmannerly.
this is the very first time i am feeling very sympathetic towards rosencrantz and guildenstern. ohhhhhh.
Now could I drink hot blood, And do such [bitter business as the] day Would quake to look on.
nor stands it safe with us To let his madness range.
this is actually completely reasonable, considering hamlet seems to have just made an accusation that you KILLED your brother. the fact that you did kill your brother means nothing to me.
Hazard so near ’s as doth hourly grow Out of his brows.
To keep those many many bodies safe That live and feed upon your Majesty.
and is there PRESSING danger that claudius should have been taking care of while preoccupied by hamlet making accusations of murder and general Badness? hmm.
but much more That spirit upon whose weal depends and rests The lives of many.
The cess of majesty Dies not alone, but like a gulf doth draw What’s near it with it.
Are mortis’d
this is the stupidest thing i'm going to say, but it occuring to me that the...plane/planet Mortis in swtcw is literally the death planet. what does it MEAN dave filoni
What if this cursed hand Were thicker than itself with brother’s blood, Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens To wash it white as snow? Whereto serves mercy But to confront the visage of offense?
so ’a goes to heaven, And so am I [reveng’d].
Why, this is [hire and salary], not revenge.
he did say make it right, not make sure you damn my brother at the cost of the entire country :)
And am I then revenged, To take him in the purging of his soul, When he is fit and season’d for his passage?
by the way hamlet, mr concerned with the dark spots on everyone's soul, you should literally never under any circumstances, WANT to damn someone.
My mother stays, This physic but prolongs thy sickly days.
’A will come straight. Look you lay home to him.
And that your Grace hath screen’d and stood between Much heat and him.
I’ll [warr’nt] you, fear me not. Withdraw, I hear him coming.
you
And would it were not so, you are my mother.
Nay, I know not, is it the King?
still the most ridiculous question in the entirety of hamlet unless hamlet took an hour to get to the the queen.
A bloody deed! almost as bad, good mother, As kill a king, and marry with his brother.
sorry i was very confused about the scansion here, but the line starts with something a few lines up, lol
These words like daggers enter in my ears.
hmmm
Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, That not your trespass but my madness speaks;
It will but skin and film the ulcerous place, Whiles rank corruption, mining all within, Infects unseen.
is this how injuries work? lol
To make them ranker.
lol i've been scanning completely backwards
To the next abstinence, the next more easy; For use almost can change the stamp of nature,
big words for a man who just committed murder.
