Hamlet: I know you were sent for; I want to hear it from you, losers (2.2.248-258) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare

ROSENCRANTZ                     To what end, my lord? HAMLET         That you must teach me. But let me conjure you, by the rights of our fellowship, by the consonancy of our youth, by the obligation of our ever-preserved love, and by what more dear a better proposer can charge you withal, be even and direct with me whether […]

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Hamlet: top bantz! fortune’s a whore! but, serious, why are you here? (2.2.223-236) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare

GUILDENSTERN        Happy, in that we are not ever happy. On Fortune’s cap we are not the very button. HAMLET         Nor the soles of her shoe. ROSENCRANTZ         Neither, my lord. HAMLET         Then you live about her waist, or in the middle of her favours. GUILDENSTERN        Faith, her privates we. HAMLET         In the secret parts of Fortune? […]

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Rosencrantz/Guildenstern: look who’s here!! Hamlet: how you DOING?! (2.2.213-222) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare

POLONIUS      Fare you well, my lord. HAMLET         These tedious old fools. Enter GUILDENSTERN and ROSENCRANTZ. POLONIUS      You go to seek the Lord Hamlet? There he is. ROSENCRANTZ         [to Polonius] God save you, sir. [Exit Polonius.] GUILDENSTERN        My honoured lord. ROSENCRANTZ         My most dear lord. HAMLET         My excellent good friends. How dost thou, Guildenstern? Ah, Rosencrantz! […]

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Polonius: he’s actually making some sense? reason in madness, SO unfair (2.2.202-212) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare

POLONIUS      [aside] Though this be madness yet there is method in’t. — Will you walk out of the air, my lord? HAMLET         Into my grave. POLONIUS      [aside] Indeed, that’s out of the air. How pregnant sometimes his replies are – a happiness that often madness hits on, which reason and sanity could not so prosperously […]

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Hamlet: don’t even try to get the better of me, old man (2.2.190-201) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare

POLONIUS      What is the matter, my lord? HAMLET         Between who? POLONIUS      I mean the matter that you read, my lord. HAMLET         Slanders, sir. For the satirical rogue says here that old men have grey beards, that their faces are wrinkled, their eyes purging thick amber and plumtree gum, and that they have a plentiful lack […]

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Hamlet: lock up your daughter! and, I am reading WORDS? (2.2.178-189) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare

HAMLET         For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog, being a good kissing carrion – have you a daughter? POLONIUS      I have, my lord. HAMLET         Let her not walk i’th’ sun: conception is a blessing but as your daughter may conceive, friend – look to’t. POLONIUS      [aside] How say you by that? Still harping on my […]

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Enter Hamlet, reading: how mad is he REALLY? (2.2.165-177) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare

Enter HAMLET . GERTRUDE    But look where sadly the poor wretch comes reading. POLONIUS      Away, I do beseech you both, away. I’ll board him presently. O, give me leave. (Exeunt CLAUDIUS and GERTRUDE.) How does my good lord Hamlet? HAMLET                                 Well, God-a-mercy. POLONIUS      Do you know me, my lord? HAMLET         Excellent well, you are a fishmonger. POLONIUS      Not I, my lord. HAMLET         Then I would you were so honest a man. POLONIUS      […]

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