Gravedigger [sings jolly song]; Hamlet [he’s back!]: he is singing in an ACTUAL GRAVE (5.1.57-70) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare

GRAVEDIGGER (Sings.)         In youth when I did love, did love,         Methought it was very sweet         To contract-a the time for-a my behove,         O, methought there-a was nothing-a meet! Enter HAMLET and HORATIO. HAMLET         Has this fellow no feeling of his business? ’A sings in grave-making. HORATIO       Custom hath made it in him a property of easiness. HAMLET         ’Tis […]

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Laertes: [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 […]

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Gertrude: 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.  […]

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