CLAUDIUS But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son – HAMLET A little more than kin, and less than kind. CLAUDIUS How is it that the clouds still hang on you? HAMLET Not so, my lord, I am too much in the son. GERTRUDE Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark. Do not for ever […]
Continue ReadingPolonius: yes he can go; Claudius (statesman/family man): yes you can go (1.2.57-63) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
CLAUDIUS Have you your father’s leave? What says Polonius? POLONIUS He hath, my lord, wrung from me my slow leave By laboursome petition, and at last Upon his will I sealed my hard consent. I do beseech you give him leave to go. CLAUDIUS Take thy fair hour, Laertes, time be thine And thy best graces spend […]
Continue ReadingClaudius: your father’s my right hand! Laertes: can I go back to France now please? #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
CLAUDIUS The head is not more native to the heart, The hand more instrumental to the mouth, Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father. What wouldst thou have, Laertes? LAERTES My dread lord, Your leave and favour to return to France, From whence though willingly I came to Denmark To show my duty in your coronation, Yet now I […]
Continue ReadingClaudius continues kinging; Laertes? who he? (1.2.39-46) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
CLAUDIUS Farewell, and let your haste commend your duty. VOLTEMAND / CORNELIUS In that and all things will we show our duty. CLAUDIUS We doubt it nothing. Heartily farewell. [ Exeunt Voltemand and Cornelius.] And now, Laertes, what’s the news with you? You told us of some suit – what is’t, Laertes? You cannot speak of reason to the Dane And lose your voice. What wouldst thou beg, […]
Continue ReadingClaudius: off you go ambassadors; hold the line! (1.2.26-38) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
CLAUDIUS Now for ourself, and for this time of meeting, Thus much the business is: we have here writ To Norway, uncle of young Fortinbras – Who impotent and bedrid scarcely hears Of this his nephew’s purpose – to suppress His further gait herein, in that the levies, The lists and full proportions are all made Out of his subject; and we here […]
Continue ReadingClaudius, being Statesmanlike in his exposition (1.1.14-25) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
CLAUDIUS Nor have we herein barred Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone With this affair along. For all, our thanks. Now follows that you know: young Fortinbras, Holding a weak supposal of our worth Or thinking by our late dear brother’s death Our state to be disjoint and out of frame – Co-leagued with this dream of his advantage – He hath not failed to […]
Continue ReadingClaudius: I’ve actually married my sister-in-law! (1.2.8-14) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
CLAUDIUS Therefore our sometime sister, now our Queen, Th’imperial jointress to this warlike state, Have we, as ’twere with a defeated joy, With an auspicious and a dropping eye, With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage, In equal scale weighing delight and dole, Taken to wife. (1.1.8-14) Therefore—therefore—because we’ve (I’ve) got to think of ourselves, our own needs as well as those of […]
Continue ReadingClaudius: #sadface, obviously, but a man/king has Needs (1.2.1-7) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
Flourish. Enter Claudius, King of Denmark, Gertrude the Queen, Council – as Polonius and his son Laertes [and]Hamlet, with others [including Voltemand and Cornelius]. CLAUDIUS Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother’s death The memory be green, and that it us befitted To bear our hearts in grief, and our whole kingdom To be contracted […]
Continue ReadingDaybreak! and, we’ve GOT to tell Hamlet about all this (1.1.165-174) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
HORATIO But look, the morn in russet mantle clad Walks o’er the dew of yon high eastward hill. Break we our watch up and by my advice Let us impart what we have seen tonight Unto young Hamlet, for upon my life This spirit dumb to us will speak to him. Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it […]
Continue ReadingMarcellus: roosters crow all night in Advent! No ghosts! Horatio: OK yes (1.1.156-164) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
MARCELLUS It faded on the crowing of the cock. Some say that ever ’gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour’s birth is celebrated This bird of dawning singeth all night long, And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad, The nights are wholesome, then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallowed and so gracious is that time. HORATIO So have I […]
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