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Ham. Has this fellow no feeling of his business? ’a sings in grave-making.
Ham. ’Tis e’en so, the hand of little employment hath the daintier sense.
This might be the pate of a politician, which this ass now o’erreaches, one that would circumvent God, might it not?
Ham. Why, e’en so, and now my Lady Worm’s, chopless, and knock’d about the [mazzard] with a sexton’s spade. Here’s fine revolution, and we had the trick to see’t. Did these bones cost no more the breeding, but to play at loggats with them? Mine ache to think on’t.
pretty preoccupied with this aren't you. i thought we all are worm food just the same.
quiddities
sorry his Whatness
quillities,
is this qualities or his WHOness.
I think it be thine indeed, for thou liest in’t.
How absolute the knave is! we must speak by the card, or equivocation will undo us.
FRUSTRATING isn't it
It was that very day that young Hamlet was born—he
1. Clo. Why, here in Denmark. I have been sexton here, man and boy, thirty years.
which would of course make both young hamlet and young fortinbras like, well into adulthood.
whoreson
this literally is just the word whore son
Ham. To what base uses we may return, Horatio! Why may not imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander, till ’a find it stopping a bunghole?
gee if only someone, maybe even someone here, could have said something like this in act iv, that would really drive home some thematic elements. oh, someone did? in jest? in act iv? and who was that? oh it was hamlet....lmao.
Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth to dust, the dust is earth, of earth we make loam, and why of that loam whereto he was converted might they not stop a beer-barrel?
The corse they follow did with desp’rate hand Foredo it own life. ’Twas of some estate. Couch we a while and mark.
minist’ring angel shall my sister be When thou liest howling.
[Leaps in the grave.]
i'm pretty sure these stage directions are bad.
Yet have I in me something dangerous, Which let thy wisdom fear.
Forty thousand brothers Could not with all their quantity of love Make up my sum. What wilt thou do for her?
this is soo unnecessary and also all time scenes in english literature.
Hear you, sir, What is the reason that you use me thus? I lov’d you ever.
YOU KILLED THEIR FATHER.
Or I could make a prologue to my brains, They had begun the play.
[Why, man, they did make love to this employment,] They are not near my conscience.
says the man who just spent 6 minutes thinking about the death of great ones, and furthermore, who has to know that for all their faults, they didn't know they were bringing you to your death.
Why, what a king is this!
Thrown out his angle for my proper life,
That to Laertes I forgot myself, For by the image of my cause I see The portraiture of his. I’ll [court] his favors. But sure the bravery of his grief did put me Into a tow’ring passion.
[Hamlet moves him to put on his hat.]
literally worst man alive.
and who else would trace him, his umbrage, nothing more.
dare not confess that, lest I should compare with him in excellence, but to know a man well were to know himself.
Thou wouldst not think how ill all’s here about my heart—but it is no matter.
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.
knows what is’t to leave betimes, let be.
And you must needs have heard, how I am punish’d With a sore distraction.
not an apology
That I have shot my arrow o’er the house And hurt my brother.
will, my lord, I pray you pardon me.
Queen. Come, let me wipe thy face.
let her wipe your face hamlet! let her wipe your face! she is your mother!
am justly kill’d with mine own treachery.
No, no, the drink, the drink—O my dear Hamlet— The drink, the drink! I am pois’ned.
Drink [off] this potion! Is [thy union] here? Follow my mother!
Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet.
exchange forgiveness with me noble harlot.
Ham. Heaven make thee free of it! I follow thee. I am dead, Horatio.
oh my god just like dean winchester in the supernatural series finale.
like...literally this time.
On Fortinbras, he has my dying voice.
High on a stage be placed to the view, And let me speak to [th’] yet unknowing world How these things came about.
so true hamlet the play within the play within the play.
So shall you hear Of carnal, bloody, and unnatural acts, Of accidental judgments, casual slaughters, Of deaths put on by cunning and [forc’d] cause, And in this upshot, purposes mistook Fall’n on th’ inventors’ heads: all this can I Truly deliver.
perhaps their misgivings are because they know the end of tragedies. :(
with sorrow I embrace my fortune. I have some rights, of memory in this kingdom,
