GUILDENSTERN The Queen your mother in most great affliction of spirit hath sent me to you. HAMLET You are welcome. GUILDENSTERN Nay, good my lord, this courtesy is not of the right breed. If it shall please you to make me a wholesome answer, I will do your mother’s commandment. If not, your pardon and […]
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Guildenstern: the king is RAGING; Hamlet: oh DEAR (3.2.288-302) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. GUILDENSTERN Good my lord, vouchsafe me a word with you. HAMLET Sir, a whole history. GUILDENSTERN The King, sir – HAMLET Ay, sir, what of him? GUILDENSTERN – is in his retirement marvellous distempered. HAMLET With drink, sir? GUILDENSTERN No, my lord, with choler. HAMLET Your wisdom should show itself more […]
Continue ReadingHamlet: lalala my uncle is SO GUILTY, we’ve GOT him! (3.2.273-287) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
HAMLET For thou dost know, O Damon dear, This realm dismantled was Of Jove himself, and now reigns here A very, very pajock. HORATIO You might have rhymed. HAMLET O good Horatio, I’ll take the Ghost’s word for a thousand pound. Didst perceive? HORATIO Very well, my lord. HAMLET Upon the talk of the poisoning. HORATIO I did very well note him. […]
Continue ReadingHamlet: GOTCHA! HOW good am I, Horatio?? (3.2.258-272) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
OPHELIA The King rises. GERTUDE How fares my lord? POLONIUS Give o’er the play. CLAUDIUS Give me some light, away. POLONIUS! Lights! Lights! Exeunt all but HAMLET and HORATIO. HAMLET Why let the stricken deer go weep, The hart ungalled play, For some must watch while some must sleep. Thus runs the world away. Would not this, sir, and a forest […]
Continue ReadingLucianus the murderer: bwahahaha! Hamlet: COOL HUH?! (3.2.248-257) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
LUCIANUS Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and time agreeing, Considerate season else no creature seeing, Thou mixture rank, of midnight weeds collected, With Hecate’s ban thrice blasted, thrice infected, Thy natural magic and dire property On wholesome life usurps immediately. [Pours the poison in his ears.] HAMLET ’A poisons him i’th’ garden for his estate. His name’s Gonzago. The story is extant and written in very […]
Continue ReadingHamlet: [running commentary, obscenity]; Ophelia: give it a REST (3.2.237-247) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
Enter Lucianus. HAMLET This is one Lucianus, nephew to the king. OPHELIA You are as good as a chorus, my lord. HAMLET I could interpret between you and your love if I could see the puppets dallying. OPHELIA You are keen, my lord, you are keen. HAMLET It would cost you a groaning to take […]
Continue ReadingClaudius: what’s this called? Hamlet: THE MOUSETRAP (3.2.223-236) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
HAMLET Madam, how like you this play? GERTUDE The lady doth protest too much, methinks. HAMLET O, but she’ll keep her word. CLAUDIUS Have you heard the argument? Is there no offence in’t? HAMLET No, no, they do but jest. Poison in jest. No offence i’th’ world. CLAUDIUS What do you call the play? HAMLET […]
Continue ReadingPlayer King: it really is time for my nap now (3.2.210-222) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
PLAYER QUEEN Nor earth to me give food nor heaven light, Sport and repose lock from me day and night. To desperation turn my trust and hope And anchor’s cheer in prison be my scope. Each opposite that blanks the face of joy Meet what I would have well and it destroy. Both here and hence pursue me lasting strife If once I be a widow ever I be […]
Continue ReadingPlayer King: EVERYTHING is subject to Fortune, friendship and love included (3.2.198-209) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
PLAYER KING The great man down, you mark his favourite flies, The poor advanced makes friends of enemies, And hitherto doth Love on Fortune tend, For who not needs shall never lack a friend, And who in want a hollow friend doth try Directly seasons him his enemy. But orderly to end where I begun, Our wills and fates do so contrary run […]
Continue ReadingPlayer King: nothing worldly lasts; love can change too (3.2.186-197) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
PLAYER KING Most necessary ’tis that we forget To pay ourselves what to ourselves is debt. What to ourselves in passion we propose, The passion ending doth the purpose lose. The violence of either grief or joy Their own enactures with themselves destroy. Where joy most revels grief doth most lament, Grief joys, joy grieves, on slender accident. This world is […]
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