LAERTES And so have I a noble father lost, A sister driven into desperate terms Whose worth, if praises may go back again, Stood challenger on mount of all the age For her perfections. But my revenge will come. CLAUDIUS Break not your sleeps for that; you must not think That we are made of stuff so flat and dull That we […]
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Claudius: also Hamlet’s really popular with The People (4.7.17-25) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
CLAUDIUS The other motive Why to a public count I might not go Is the great love the general gender bear him, Who, dipping all his faults in their affection, Work like the spring that turneth wood to stone, Convert his gyves to graces, so that my arrows, Too slightly timbered for so loud a wind, Would have reverted to my bow again But not where I have aimed them. (4.7.17-25) This is […]
Continue ReadingClaudius: I love my wife! and she loves her son! (4.7.10-17) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
CLAUDIUS O, for two special reasons Which may to you perhaps seem much unsinewed But yet to me they’re strong. The Queen his mother Lives almost by his looks and for myself, My virtue or my plague, be it either which, She is so conjunct to my life and soul That as the star moves not but in his sphere I could not but by her. […]
Continue ReadingClaudius: Hamlet wanted to kill me! Laertes: why didn’t you DO something then? (4.7.1-9) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
Enter CLAUDIUS and LAERTES. CLAUDIUS Now must your conscience my acquittance seal And you must put me in your heart for friend Sith you have heard and with a knowing ear That he which hath your noble father slain Pursued my life. LAERTES It well appears. But tell me Why you proceed not against these feats So criminal and so capital in nature As by your safety, greatness, wisdom, all things else, You […]
Continue ReadingHamlet [writes] you’re not going to BELIEVE my story; follow the nice pirates (4.6.21-31) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
HORATIO [Reads.] Let the King have the letters I have sent, and repair thou to me with as much speed as thou wouldest fly death. I have words to speak in thine ear will make thee dumb. Yet are they much too light for the bore of the matter. These good fellows will bring thee […]
Continue ReadingPIRATES! Hamlet and the PIRATES! Arrrrrrrrr! (4.6.13-21) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
HORATIO [Reads.] Horatio, when thou shalt have overlooked this, give these fellows some means to the King: they have letters for him. Ere we were two days old at sea, a pirate of very warlike appointment gave us chase. Finding ourselves too slow of sail, we put on a compelled valour and in the grapple […]
Continue ReadingRandom sailors with a letter for Horatio! (4.6.1-11) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
Enter HORATIO and [a Gentleman]. HORATIO What are they that would speak with me? GENTLEMAN Sea-faring men, sir. They say they have letters for you. HORATIO Let them come in. [Exit Gentleman.] I do not know from what part of the world I should be greeted if not from Lord Hamlet. Enter Sailors. SAILOR God bless […]
Continue ReadingLaertes: it wasn’t even a proper funeral! Claudius: we’ll have an enquiry (4.5.204-211) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
LAERTES Let this be so. His means of death, his obscure funeral – No trophy, sword nor hatchment o’er his bones, No noble rite, nor formal ostentation – Cry to be heard as ’twere from heaven to earth That I must call’t in question. CLAUDIUS So you shall, And where th’offence is let the great axe fall. I pray you go with me. (Exeunt.) (4.5.204-211) Let this be so, responds […]
Continue ReadingClaudius to Laertes: dear boy, I’m on your side (4.5.193-204) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
LAERTES Do you see this, O God? CLAUDIUS Laertes, I must commune with your grief Or you deny me right. Go but apart, Make choice of whom your wisest friends you will, And they shall hear and judge ’twixt you and me. If by direct or by collateral hand They find us touched, we will our kingdom give – Our crown, our life, and all that we call ours […]
Continue ReadingOphelia: he’s GONE, DEAD, GONE (4.5.180-192) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
LAERTES Thought and afflictions, passion, hell itself She turns to favour and to prettiness. OPHELIA (Sings.) And will ’a not come again? And will ’a not come again? No, no, he is dead, Go to thy deathbed. He never will come again. His beard was as white as snow, Flaxen was his poll. He is gone, he is gone, And we cast away moan. God a’ mercy on his soul. And […]
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