HAMLET The King doth wake tonight and takes his rouse, Keeps wassail and the swaggering upspring reels, And as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down The kettledrum and trumpet thus bray out The triumph of his pledge. HORATIO Is it a custom? HAMLET Ay, marry is’t, But to my mind, though I am native here And to the manner born, it is a custom More honoured in the breach than the observance. […]
Continue ReadingHamlet: bit chilly, what time is it? (is it ghost time yet?) BANG! what the hell was that? (1.4.1-7) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
Enter HAMLET, HORATIO and MARCELLUS. HAMLET The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold. HORATIO It is nipping, and an eager air. HAMLET What hour now? HORATIO I think it lacks of twelve. MARCELLUS No, it is struck. HORATIO Indeed, I heard it not. It then draws near the season Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk. A flourish of trumpets and two pieces goes off. What does this mean, my lord? […]
Continue ReadingPolonius to Ophelia: no more Hamlet for you; Ophelia: OK? (1.3.130-135) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
POLONIUS This is for all; I would not in plain terms from this time forth Have you so slander any moment leisure As to give words or talk with the Lord Hamlet. Look to’t, I charge you. Come your ways. OPHELIA I shall obey, my lord. (Exeunt.) (1.3.130-135) Ophelia’s given up trying to interrupt—or respond—and Polonius is winding up: this is for all, so, […]
Continue ReadingPolonius: Hamlet is trying to SEDUCE you, Ophelia!! (1.3.122-130) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
POLONIUS For Lord Hamlet, Believe so much in him that he is young And with a larger tether may he walk Than may be given you. In few, Ophelia, Do not believe his vows, for they are brokers Not of that dye which their investments show But mere implorators of unholy suits Breathing like sanctified and pious bonds The better to beguile. (1.3.122-130) For Lord Hamlet—and there can be emphasis on Lord, remember […]
Continue ReadingPolonius: Hamlet’s just showing off! have some self-respect! (1.3.114-122) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
POLONIUS Ay, springes to catch woodcocks – I do know When the blood burns how prodigal the soul Lends the tongue vows. These blazes, daughter, Giving more light than heat, extinct in both Even in their promise as it is a-making, You must not take for fire. From this time Be something scanter of your maiden presence; Set your entreatments at a higher rate Than a command to parle. (1.3.114-122) Those vows Hamlet’s making to you? springes […]
Continue ReadingPolonius: get a grip; Ophelia: but Hamlet swore he loves me! (1.3.104-113) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
POLONIUS Marry, I will teach you; think yourself a baby That you have ta’en these tenders for true pay Which are not sterling. Tender yourself more dearly Or – not to crack the wind of the poor phrase, Wronging it thus – you’ll tender me a fool. OPHELIA My lord, he hath importuned me with love In honourable fashion. POLONIUS Ay, ‘fashion’ you may call it. Go to, go […]
Continue ReadingOphelia: Hamlet says he loves me? Polonius: you’re SO naive! (1.3.97-103) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
POLONIUS What is between you? Give me up the truth. OPHELIA He hath, my lord, of late made many tenders Of his affection to me. POLONIUS Affection? Pooh, you speak like a green girl Unsifted in such perilous circumstance. Do you believe his ‘tenders’, as you call them? OPHELIA I do not know, my lord, what I should think. (1.3.97-103) What is […]
Continue ReadingPolonius: have you been ‘seeing’ Hamlet then, Ophelia? (1.3.87-96) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
POLONIUS What is’t, Ophelia, he hath said to you? OPHELIA So please you, something touching the Lord Hamlet. POLONIUS Marry, well bethought: ’Tis told me he hath very oft of late Given private time to you, and you yourself Have of your audience been most free and bounteous. If it be so – as so ’tis put on me, And that in […]
Continue ReadingPolonius: to thine own self be true, son; you’ll be OK (1.3.77-86) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
POLONIUS This above all, to thine own self be true And it must follow as the night the day Thou canst not then be false to any man. Farewell, my blessing season this in thee. LAERTES Most humbly do I take my leave, my lord. POLONIUS The time invites you. Go, your servants tend. LAERTES Farewell, Ophelia, and remember well What […]
Continue ReadingPolonius: and now for some fashion advice for AW1602 (1.3.69-76) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
POLONIUS Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy But not expressed in fancy – rich, not gaudy; For the apparel oft proclaims the man And they in France of the best rank and station Are of all most select and generous chief in that. Neither a borrower nor a lender be, For loan oft loses both itself and friend And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. (1.3.69-76) […]
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