2 MAN Nay, but hear you, goodman delver. GRAVEDIGGER Give me leave. Here lies the water – good. Here stands the man – good. If the man go to this water and drown himself, it is, willy-nilly, he goes. Mark you that. But if the water come to him and drown him, he drowns not […]
Continue ReadingIt’s the GRAVEDIGGERS! (5.1.1-13) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
CW: suicide Enter two Clowns [a GRAVEDIGGER and a SECOND MAN]. GRAVEDIGGER Is she to be buried in Christian burial, when she wilfully seeks her own salvation? 2 MAN I tell thee she is. Therefore make her grave straight. The crowner hath sat on her and finds it Christian burial. GRAVEDIGGER How can that be […]
Continue ReadingLaertes: [sobbing] I’m sorry I just can’t help it (4.7.183-192) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
LAERTES Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears. But yet It is our trick – nature her custom holds Let shame say what it will. When these are gone The woman will be out. Adieu, my lord, I have a speech o’fire that fain would blaze But that this folly drowns it. (Exit.) CLAUDIUS Let’s follow, Gertrude. How much I had to do […]
Continue ReadingGertrude: she was singing! then her clothes drowned her! (4.7.173-182) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
GERTRUDE Her clothes spread wide And mermaid–like awhile they bore her up, Which time she chanted snatches of old lauds As one incapable of her own distress, Or like a creature native and endued Unto that element. But long it could not be Till that her garments, heavy with their drink, Pulled the poor wretch from her melodious lay To muddy death. LAERTES Alas, then she is drowned . GERTRUDE Drowned, drowned. […]
Continue ReadingGertrude: a willow, a brook – and so many flowers… (4.7.164-173) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
GERTRUDE There is a willow grows askant the brook That shows his hoary leaves in the glassy stream. Therewith fantastic garlands did she make Of crowflowers, nettles, daisies and long purples, That liberal shepherds give a grosser name But our cold maids do dead men’s fingers call them. There on the pendent boughs her crownet weeds Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke, When down her weedy trophies and herself Fell in the weeping brook. (4.7.164-173) It’s the strangest speech, and in many ways I think the obvious, […]
Continue ReadingGertrude: more bad news I’m afraid (4.7.160-163) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
CLAUDIUS But stay, what noise? Enter GERTRUDE. GERTRUDE One woe doth tread upon another’s heel, So fast they follow. Your sister’s drowned, Laertes. LAERTES Drowned! O, where? (4.7.160-163) It’s one of the best jump cuts, needle-scratches anywhere: but stay, what noise? Screaming, crying, from Gertrude, from someone else? Crackling radios, sirens? Do Claudius’s goons try to stop her coming in? Just when […]
Continue ReadingClaudius: we need a back-up too: poisoned drink!! (4.7.146-160) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
CLAUDIUS Let’s further think of this, Weigh what convenience both of time and means May fit us to our shape. If this should fail And that our drift look through our bad performance ’Twere better not essayed. Therefore this project Should have a back or second that might hold If this did blast in proof. Soft, let me see: We’ll make a solemn wager on your cunnings – I ha’t! […]
Continue ReadingLaertes: I have the DEADLIEST POISON (4.7.139-146) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
LAERTES I bought an unction of a mountebank So mortal that, but dip a knife in it, Where it draws blood no cataplasm so rare, Collected from all simples that have virtue Under the moon, can save the thing from death That is but scratched withal. I’ll touch my point With this contagion, that if I gall him slightly It may be death. (4.7.139-146) I bought an unction of a mountebank—a […]
Continue ReadingClaudius: your sword will be sharp! Laertes: I’ll poison it too! (4.7.132-138) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
CLAUDIUS He being remiss, Most generous and free from all contriving, Will not peruse the foils, so that with ease, Or with a little shuffling, you may choose A sword unbated and in a pass of practice Requite him for your father. LAERTES I will do’t. And for that purpose I’ll anoint my sword. (4.7.132-138) He being remiss—and because Hamlet’s a bit of a dreamer, a bit casual (Claudius is back […]
Continue ReadingClaudius: excellent, so, this is how my plan is taking shape (4.7.125-132) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
CLAUDIUS No place indeed should murder sanctuarize. Revenge should have no bounds. But, good Laertes, Will you do this? Keep close within your chamber; Hamlet returned shall know you are come home; We’ll put on those shall praise your excellence And set a double varnish on the fame The Frenchman gave you, bring you in fine together And wager on your heads. (4.7.125-132) No place indeed […]
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