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 […]
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Player 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 […]
Continue ReadingPlayer King: it’s OK to change your mind, love, that’s just life (3.2.176-185) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
PLAYER QUEEN The instances that second marriage move Are base respects of thrift, but none of love. A second time I kill my husband dead When second husband kisses me in bed. PLAYER KING I do believe you think what now you speak. But what we do determine oft we break. Purpose is but the slave to memory, Of violent birth but poor […]
Continue ReadingPlayer King: you must remarry! Player Queen: NEVER! Hamlet: HA! (3.2.167-175) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
PLAYER KING Faith, I must leave thee, love, and shortly too, My operant powers their functions leave to do, And thou shalt live in this fair world behind Honoured, beloved, and haply one as kind For husband shalt thou – PLAYER QUEEN O, confound the rest! Such love must needs be treason in my breast. In second husband let me be accurst: […]
Continue ReadingPlayer Queen: I only worry about you because I love you (3.2.154-166) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
PLAYER QUEEN So many journeys may the sun and moon Make us again count o’er ere love be done. So far from cheer and from our former state, That I distrust you. Yet, though I distrust, Discomfort you, my lord, it nothing must. For women fear too much, even as they love, And women’s fear and love hold quantity – Either none, in […]
Continue ReadingThe play begins: it’s been 30 years… (3.2.148-153) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
Enter [Player] King and [Player] Queen. PLAYER KING Full thirty times hath Phoebus’ cart gone round Neptune’s salt wash and Tellus’ orbed ground And thirty dozen moons with borrowed sheen About the world have times twelve thirties been Since love our hearts and Hymen did our hands Unite commutual in most sacred bands. (3.2.148-153) And now the play proper; sometimes the Player King and Player Queen bear more than a superficial resemblance […]
Continue ReadingPrologue (very short); Hamlet having another go… (3.2.134-147) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
Enter [a Player as the] PROLOGUE. HAMLET We shall know by this fellow. The players cannot keep council – they’ll tell all. OPHELIA Will ’a tell us what this show meant? HAMLET Ay, or any show that you will show him. Be not you ashamed to show, he’ll not shame to tell you what it […]
Continue ReadingA dumb show! a king, a queen, a murder, a marriage (3.2.129-133) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
The trumpets sounds. Dumb-show follows. Enter a king and a queen, the queen embracing him and he her. He takes her up and declines his head upon her neck. He lies him down upon a bank of flowers. She seeing him asleep leaves him. Anon come in another man, takes off his crown, kisses it, […]
Continue ReadingHamlet: I am HILARIOUS; also, remembering is ACTIVE (3.2.118-128)
HAMLET O God, your only jig-maker! What should a man do but be merry, for look you how cheerfully my mother looks, and my father died within’s two hours! OPHELIA Nay, ’tis twice two months, my lord. HAMLET So long? Nay, then, let the devil wear black, for I’ll have a suit of sables! O […]
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