Claudius: also Hamlet’s really popular with The People (4.7.17-25) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare

CLAUDIUS      The other motive Why to a public count I might not go Is the great love the general gender bear him, Who, dipping all his faults in their affection, Work like the spring that turneth wood to stone, Convert his gyves to graces, so that my arrows, Too slightly timbered for so loud a wind, Would have reverted to my bow again But not where I have aimed them.   (4.7.17-25) This is […]

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Claudius: Hamlet wanted to kill me! Laertes: why didn’t you DO something then? (4.7.1-9) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare

Enter CLAUDIUS and LAERTES. CLAUDIUS      Now must your conscience my acquittance seal And you must put me in your heart for friend Sith you have heard and with a knowing ear That he which hath your noble father slain Pursued my life. LAERTES                    It well appears. But tell me Why you proceed not against these feats So criminal and so capital in nature As by your safety, greatness, wisdom, all things else, You […]

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Laertes: it wasn’t even a proper funeral! Claudius: we’ll have an enquiry (4.5.204-211) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare

LAERTES                    Let this be so. His means of death, his obscure funeral – No trophy, sword nor hatchment o’er his bones, No noble rite, nor formal ostentation – Cry to be heard as ’twere from heaven to earth That I must call’t in question. CLAUDIUS                  So you shall, And where th’offence is let the great axe fall. I pray you go with me. (Exeunt.)      (4.5.204-211) Let this be so, responds […]

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Claudius to Laertes: dear boy, I’m on your side (4.5.193-204) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare

LAERTES                    Do you see this, O God? CLAUDIUS      Laertes, I must commune with your grief Or you deny me right. Go but apart, Make choice of whom your wisest friends you will, And they shall hear and judge ’twixt you and me. If by direct or by collateral hand They find us touched, we will our kingdom give – Our crown, our life, and all that we call ours […]

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Ophelia: he’s GONE, DEAD, GONE (4.5.180-192) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare

LAERTES        Thought and afflictions, passion, hell itself She turns to favour and to prettiness. OPHELIA (Sings.)         And will ’a not come again?         And will ’a not come again?         No, no, he is dead,         Go to thy deathbed.         He never will come again.         His beard was as white as snow,          Flaxen was his poll.         He is gone, he is gone,         And we cast away moan.          God a’ mercy on his soul. And […]

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