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And either [....] the devil or throw him out
okay i figured this out. YES in q2 there literally just isn't a word the line scans, but this is literally not a workable clause because there isn't a verb.
i googled it and i've got "rein" as being the verb of choice vs in the one quarto i spot checked (q5) i got MASTER, which means the same thing. technically master wouldn't screw up the scansion of the rest of the sentence and i think i've heard this in particular, but i'm guessing rein works better all in all and we've Reached a Decision. not me, lol. i sort of knew but never tried to look for the actual quartos online before love that for me.
also i am FINISHED trying to scan this. i have NEVER been able to scan shakespeare and i literally think that ap latin broke my ability to do scansion at all.
So again good night. I must be cruel only to be kind.
sooo trueeee
This counsellor Is now most still, most secret, and most grave, Who was in life a foolish prating knave.
idk, it just gets me.
also from the top of my head (of hamlet performances i've seen enough times to have certain lines like, etched in my brain in their voices, dt, eh): we are doing too much here; we are always doing too much here.
He’s lov’d of the distracted multitude, Who like not in their judgment, but their eyes, And where ’tis so, th’ offender’s scourge is weigh’d, But never the offense.
so true william shakespeare, seer of all humanity
Not where he eats, but where ’a 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.
i will simply never be over this passage, okay...mr diet of worms
claudius is dead, also to ash we will return, lksjakgow also Diet of Worms.
in some ways i think this IS about martin luther; about claudius taking hamlet's place and also hamlet's place, about the recognition of the will of the people; here i stand, i can do no other. to one table. brrr.
if your messenger find him not there, seek him i’ th’ other place yourself.
mean!
So is it, if thou knew’st our purposes.
of course he does know, or at least, can guess ur purpose.
Ham. My mother: father and mother is man and wife, man and wife is one flesh—so, my mother. Come, for England!
the great dissolver of categories, king and peasant, god and worm (please bear with me while i sort this thought out), mother and father, man and wife.
though hamlet will only obey his mother, he will only listen to and respect his mother; claudius obscures the truth for her, hamlet goes for her. when i make hamlet revolve around gertrude, then you'll all see.
This is th’ imposthume of much wealth and peace,
what if i ACTUALLY smack him for real.
“This thing’s to do,” Sith I have cause, and will, and strength, and means To do’t. Examples gross as earth exhort me: Witness this army of such mass and charge, Led by a delicate and tender prince, Whose spirit with divine ambition puff’d Makes mouths at the invisible event, Exposing what is mortal and unsure To all that fortune, death, and danger dare, Even for an egg-shell.
hamlet. you are right there. you're right there you're literally touching it! you are literally,
what is young fortinbras doing that you aren't SPECIFICALLY, or could be doing if he doesn't just pass through. hamlet. hamlet use your BRAIN if you're going to spend so much time crying because God gave you one.
O, from this time forth, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!
okay then! it only took 4 acts and your thoughts have been plenty bloody, but i see you're point. let's keep thinking about this one, about fortinbras. please. PLEASE.
Hor. ’Twere good she were spoken with, for she may strew Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds. [Queen.]
Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss,
“How should I your true-love know From another one? By his cockle hat and staff, And his sandal shoon.”
"These were the honored insignia of religious pilgrims, who, in the fulfilment of holy vows or from devotion, journeyed to sacred shrines across the seas and often to the Holy Land."
this one's about hamlet, but the webpage i pulled that quote from suggests even here that ophelia is dissolving the difference between hamlet and polonious. yes, ophelia is taking hamlet's place from two scenes ago.
Which bewept to the ground did not go With true-love showers.”
They say the owl was a baker’s daughter. Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be. God be at your table!
"It relates that the Savior in disguise entered a baker's shop, asking for some bread; and, when the baker charitably put a large piece of dough into the oven to bake for Him, his daughter rebuked him, and for her unkindness was changed into an owl."
hamlet being christ or a religous devotee in all of these is so horrible, and idk how it's the first time i realize it's not anger but GUILT she feels. being led and warned that hamlet doesn't love her, only to then be told that because she refused him he went mad which ended in the death of her father. a girl, an owl. she didn't know.
Let in the maid, that out a maid Never departed more.”
Quoth she, ‘Before you tumbled me, You promis’d me to wed.’” (He answers.) “‘So would I ’a’ done, by yonder sun, And thou hadst not come to my bed.’”
the shakespearean woman, holder of all the nuances an actual woman holds, which is...not to...but it's why it survives.
We must be patient, but I cannot choose but weep to think they would lay him i’ th’ cold ground. My brother shall know of it, and so I thank you for your good counsel.
she also, not crazy, just bereft. hamlet but female.
O, this is the poison of deep grief, it springs All from her father’s death—and
the people muddied, Thick and unwholesome in [their] thoughts and whispers For good Polonius’ death;
O my dear Gertrude, this, Like to a murd’ring-piece, in many places Gives me superfluous death.
that's true at least. i guess it IS the play within the play all the way through.
Than young Laertes, in a riotous head, O’erbears your officers.
i cannot believe all of the sons except for hamlet actually try for their revenge. well i can believe it, but i can't believe hamlet doesn't get it.
custom not known, The ratifiers and props of every word, [They] cry, “Choose we, Laertes shall be king!” Caps, hands, and tongues applaud it to the clouds, “Laertes shall be king, Laertes king!”
That drop of blood that’s calm proclaims me bastard, Cries cuckold to my father, brands the harlot Even here between the chaste unsmirched brow Of my true mother.
That thy rebellion looks so giant-like?
How came he dead? I’ll not be juggled with. To hell, allegiance! vows, to the blackest devil!
I dare damnation.
Let come what comes, only I’ll be reveng’d Most throughly for my father.
thy madness shall be paid with weight [Till] our scale turn the beam.
O heavens, is’t possible a young maid’s wits Should be as mortal as [an old] man’s life?
It is the false steward, that stole his master’s daughter.
They find us touch’d, we will our kingdom give, Our crown, our life, and all that we call ours, To you in satisfaction;
So you shall, And where th’ offense is, let the great axe fall. I pray you go with me.
He] that thou knowest thine, Hamlet.”
OH?
The Queen his mother Lives almost by his looks, and for myself— My virtue or my plague, be it either which— She is so [conjunctive] to my life and soul, That, as the star moves not but in his sphere, I could not but by her.
yes, so i sent hamlet to his death SECRETLY to not make his mother sad. whatever. and yet i still believe him.
dipping all his faults in their affection,
no that's me though.
this to the Queen.
for the queen?
To-morrow shall I beg leave to see your kingly eyes, when I shall, first asking you pardon thereunto, recount the occasion of my sudden [and more strange] return.
And for his death no wind of blame shall breathe, But even his mother shall uncharge the practice, And call it accident.
You have been talk’d of since your travel much, And that in Hamlet’s hearing, for a quality Wherein they say you shine. Your sum of parts Did not together pluck such envy from him As did that one, and that, in my regard, Of the unworthiest siege.
funniest shit i've ever heard, i'm sorry at this late stage we're talking about hamlet being JEALOUS of laertes? SCREAM
Laer. Upon my life, Lamord.
this actually IS screamingly funny because hamlet in the middle of pretending to/actually losing his mind, is sitting somewhere watching his uncle get his ass handed to him, and then they are chatting and this random french bastard is like: you guys know LAERTES? that guy is so good at fencing! i doubt anyone is as good as LAERTES at fencing? and hamlet is sitting there SEETHING and it's obvious to everyone.
That he could nothing do but wish and beg Your sudden coming o’er to play with you.
he's like: wow...laertes...i'd do it. i could do it. me hamlet i could take him i think it would be good for me to try.
meanwhile he's wandering around elsinore barefoot and talking to ghosts and plotting murder, but he does have time to be jealous of laertes.
Or are you like the painting of a sorrow, A face without a heart?
who could be like that.
To cut his throat i’ th’ church.
buddy
Most generous, and free from all contriving, Will not peruse the foils,
what happens is that every single time this is staged is hamlet just takes whichever foil because he's so busy apologizing to laertes which is very sweet. i hate him.
But long it could not be Till that her garments, heavy with their drink, Pull’d the poor wretch from her melodious lay To muddy death.
Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears;
King. Let’s follow, Gertrude. How much I had to do to calm his rage! Now fear I this will give it start again, Therefore let’s follow.
so gertrude doesn't get the letter hamlet sends her....hmm.
say “a grave-maker”: the houses he makes lasts till doomsday. Go get thee in, and fetch me a sup of liquor.
