HAMLET ’Tis now the very witching time of night When churchyards yawn and hell itself breaks out Contagion to this world. Now could I drink hot blood And do such business as the bitter day Would quake to look on. Soft, now to my mother. (3.2.378-382) Hamlet, alone again, and breathe… He’s as wound up as he’s ever been, and his mind is bend on violence; he’s […]
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Camels and weasels and whales, oh my! (by and by) (3.2.365-377) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
POLONIUS My lord, the Queen would speak with you, and presently. HAMLET Do you see yonder cloud that’s almost in shape of a camel? POLONIUS By th’ mass and ’tis like a camel indeed. HAMLET Methinks it is like a weasel. POLONIUS It is backed like a weasel. HAMLET Or like a whale? POLONIUS Very […]
Continue ReadingHamlet to R&G: did you really think you could manipulate me so easily? REALLY? (3.2.355-364) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
HAMLET Why, look you now how unworthy a thing you make of me: you would play upon me! You would seem to know my stops, you would pluck out the heart of my mystery, you would sound me from my lowest note to my compass. And there is much music, excellent voice, in this little […]
Continue ReadingHamlet: here’s the recorders! give us a TUNE, boys?! (3.2.337-354) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
Enter the Players with recorders. HAMLET O, the recorders! Let me see one. To withdraw with you, why do you go about to recover the wind of me, as if you would drive me into a toil? GUILDENSTERN O my lord, if my duty be too bold, my love is too unmannerly. HAMLET I do […]
Continue ReadingRosencrantz: your mum wants to see you, also, I thought we were FRIENDS? (3.2.319-336) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
HAMLET O wonderful son that can so ’stonish a mother! But is there no sequel at the heels of this mother’s admiration? Impart. ROSENCRANTZ She desires to speak with you in her closet ere you go to bed. HAMLET We shall obey, were she ten times our mother. Have you any further trade with us? […]
Continue ReadingRosencrantz: your mother’s really upset too! (3.2.303-318) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
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 […]
Continue ReadingGuildenstern: 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 […]
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