, A. C. Bradey notes that "The present position of the 'To be or not to be' soliloquy, and of the interview with Ophelia, appears to have been due to an after-thought of Shakespeare's; for in the First Quarto they precede, instead of following, the arrival of the players, and consequently the arrangement for the play-scene. This is a notable instance of the truth that 'inspiration' is by no means confined to a poet's first conceptions." Does the position of Hamlet's soliloquy make a difference? |
In writing , Shakespeare is said to have been influenced by the work of French essayist, Michael de Montaigne, translated by an acquaintance of Shakespeare named John Florio. Montagine's essays on moral philosophy might have shaped many passages in , including Hamlet's most famous soliloquy. Could Montaigne be the reason the first and second quartos of the play are , especially regarding Hamlet's propensity to delay? . |
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| Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off, |
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| If it be, |
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| Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet. |
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| Good gentlemen, he hath much talk'd of you, |
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| Thanks, Guildenstern and gentle Rosencrantz. |
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| Ay, amen! |
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| I doubt it is no other but the main, |
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| More matter, with less art. |
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| Came this from Hamlet to her? |
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| it may be, very like. |
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| So he does indeed. |
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| But look where sadly the poor wretch comes reading. |
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| Did he receive you well? |
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| Did you assay him |
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| I shall obey you; |
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| Come hither, my dear Hamlet, sit by me. |
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| The lady doth protest too much, methinks. |
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| How fares my lord? |
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| I'll warrant you; fear me not. Withdraw; I hear him coming. |
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| Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended. |
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| Come, come, you answer with an idle tongue. |
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| Why, how now, Hamlet? |
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| Have you forgot me? |
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| Nay, then I'll set those to you that can speak. |
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| What wilt thou do? Thou wilt not murther me? |
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| O me, what hast thou done? |
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| O, what a rash and bloody deed is this! |
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| As kill a king? |
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| What have I done that thou dar'st wag thy tongue |
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| Ah me, what act, |
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| O Hamlet, speak no more! |
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| O, speak to me no more! |
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| No more! |
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| Alas, he's mad! |
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| Alas, how is't with you, |
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| To whom do you speak this? |
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| Nothing at all; yet all that is I see. |
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| No, nothing but ourselves. |
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| This is the very coinage of your brain. |
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| O Hamlet, thou hast cleft my heart in twain. |
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| What shall I do? |
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| Be thou assur'd, if words be made of breath, |
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| Alack, |
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| Bestow this place on us a little while. |
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| Mad as the sea and wind when both contend |
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| To draw apart the body he hath kill'd; |
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| I will not speak with her. |
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| What would she have? |
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| Let her come in. |
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| How now, Ophelia? |
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| Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song? |
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| Nay, but Ophelia- |
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| Alas, look here, my lord! |
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| Alack, what noise is this? |
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| How cheerfully on the false trail they cry! |
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| Calmly, good Laertes. |
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| But not by him! |
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| One woe doth tread upon another's heel, |
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| There is a willow grows aslant a brook, |
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| Drown'd, drown'd. |
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| Sweets to the sweet! Farewell. |
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| Hamlet, Hamlet! |
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| O my son, what theme? |
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| For love of God, forbear him! |
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| This is mere madness; |
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| He's fat, and scant of breath. |
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| I will, my lord; I pray you pardon me. Drinks. |
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| No, no! the drink, the drink! O my dear Hamlet! |
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The Hamlet soliloquies below are extracts from the full modern English Hamlet ebook , along with a modern English translation. Reading through the original Hamlet soliloquy followed by a modern version and should help you to understand what each Hamlet soliloquy is about:
O that this too too solid flesh would melt (Spoken by Hamlet, Act 1 Scene2)
O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I (Spoken by Hamlet, Act 2 Scene 2)
To be, or not to be (Spoken by Hamlet, Act 3 Scene 1)
Oh my offence is rank, it smells to heaven (Spoken by Claudius, Act 3 Scene 3)
Now might I do it pat (Spoken by Hamlet, Act 3 Scene 3)
How all occasions do inform against me (Spoken by Hamlet, Act 4 Scene 4)
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We have separate pages dedicated to Hamlet soliloquys and Hamlet monologues , which include the text with an analysis of other famous Hamlet quotes, such as:
(Spoken by Claudius, Act 3 Scene 3)
(Spoken by Hamlet, Act 3 Scene 3)
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Hamlet soliloquy spoken by Kenneth Brannagh, looking at Yorick’s skull
how do you know if any of these sayings are even soliloquies? who created them anyway?
soliloquies are basically monologues except there is only one person on stage. a monologue is one character speaking to another; soliloquies the actor speaks to the audience. Shakespeare the author wrote everyone of them.
I need some questions answered ’cause I’m so confused. I’m trying to write stuff on the soliloquy “to be, or not to be” like the significance of it and how it fits into the play and i need some info from a website that i can trust so can you please give me some info?
Hello. You have write six soliloquies, but in fact, in Hamlet’s there are seven!
Yes, there are seven soliloquies in HAMLET.
7th Soliloquy: “How all occasions do inform against me” (Act Four, Scene Four)
Hamlet talks with the captain sent by Fortinbras and utters this soliloquy. He is informer and say that Forbtinbras can go to the extent of risking his own life and the life of twenty thousand solid iers by invading Poland for the sake of his honour. This information gives jolt to Hamlet’s mind. It triggers in Hamlet a reaction and he laments his own inaction. It pains him ti see that he has better cause for action, yet remain inert. Now he takes firm decision that “from this time forth my thoughts be bloody or be nothing worth.” By comparison, With Fortinbras who is ready to risk his life for the sake of honour, his own attitude was nothing but self-degrading and inexcusable. So he becomes resolute for revenge. Yhis soliloquy reveals his philosophising nature, his guilt complex and his determenation to take revenge come what may.
There is nothing bigger or great than the philosophy presented by Shakespeare through Hamlet. The seven major soliloquies are so sublime and intense that one could immediately relate their life in them. I dare say that there won’t be an equal to Shakespeare till the end of the world.
What about “tis now the very witching time of night”? It’s a small soliloquy but still a soliloquy.
Nice catch, thanks.
I enjoyed this simple interpretation. I took a Shakespeare class, though I was chemistry major, I kept feeling that the scholars over analyzed Shakespeare and many other authors. After all, where our language may differ some, we’re still connected by the same basic human emotions.
You expressed it very clearly and accurately, completely agree, thanks. ???
Differnce between soliloquy and Monologue plz
You can see our short article on that here: https://nosweatshakespeare.mystagingwebsite.com/quotes/definition-monologue-soliloquy/
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The Hamlet soliloquies.
The most popular play by the world’s best known playwright, contains the world’s most famous character from a play who has the most recognizable lines in the history of theater.
Here are all of Hamlet’s monologues, including everything from ‘To be, or not to be.’ To the lesser known ‘Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice And could of men distinguish, her election Hath seal'd thee for herself.’
Enjoy this list of Monologues From Hamlet!
O that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew! Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! ah, fie! 'Tis an unweeded garden That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead! Nay, not so much, not two. So excellent a king, that was to this Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Must I remember? Why, she would hang on him As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month- Let me not think on't! Frailty, thy name is woman!- A little month, or ere those shoes were old With which she followed my poor father's body Like Niobe, all tears- why she, even she (O God! a beast that wants discourse of reason Would have mourn'd longer) married with my uncle; My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules. Within a month, Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her galled eyes, She married. O, most wicked speed, to post With such dexterity to incestuous sheets! It is not, nor it cannot come to good. But break my heart, for I must hold my tongue!
2. Act 1, Scene 4
Ay, marry, is't;But to my mind, though I am native here And to the manner born, it is a custom More honour'd in the breach than the observance. This heavy-headed revel east and west Makes us traduc'd and tax'd of other nations; They clip us drunkards and with swinish phrase Soil our addition; and indeed it takes From our achievements, though perform'd at height, The pith and marrow of our attribute. So oft it chances in particular men That, for some vicious mole of nature in them, As in their birth,- wherein they are not guilty, Since nature cannot choose his origin,- By the o'ergrowth of some complexion, Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason, Or by some habit that too much o'erleavens The form of plausive manners, that these men Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect, Being nature's livery, or fortune's star, Their virtues else- be they as pure as grace, As infinite as man may undergo- Shall in the general censure take corruption From that particular fault. The dram of e'il Doth all the noble substance often dout To his own scandal.
3. Act 1, Scene 5
O all you host of heaven! O earth! What else? And shall I couple hell? Hold, hold, my heart! And you, my sinews, grow not instant old, But bear me stiffly up. Remember thee? Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat In this distracted globe. Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past That youth and observation copied there, And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter. Yes, by heaven! O most pernicious woman! O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain! My tables! Meet it is I set it down That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain At least I am sure it may be so in Denmark. [ Writes. ] So, uncle, there you are. Now to my word: It is 'Adieu, adieu! Remember me.' I have sworn't.
4. Act 2, Scene 2
I will tell you why. So shall my anticipation prevent your discovery, and your secrecy to the King and Queen moult no feather. I have of late- but wherefore I know not- lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire- why, it appeareth no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals! And yet to me what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me- no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.
5. Act 2, Scene 2
O what a rogue and peasant slave am I! Is it not monstrous that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit That, from her working, all his visage wann'd, Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit? And all for nothing! For Hecuba! What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her? What would he do, Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have? He would drown the stage with tears And cleave the general ear with horrid speech; Make mad the guilty and appal the free, Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed The very faculties of eyes and ears. Yet I, A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak Like John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause, And can say nothing! No, not for a king, Upon whose property and most dear life A damn'd defeat was made. Am I a coward? Who calls me villain? breaks my pate across? Plucks off my beard and blows it in my face? Tweaks me by th' nose? gives me the lie i' th' throat As deep as to the lungs? Who does me this, ha? 'Swounds, I should take it! for it cannot be But I am pigeon-liver'd and lack gall To make oppression bitter, or ere this I should have fatted all the region kites With this slave's offal. Bloody bawdy villain! Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain! O, vengeance! Why, what an ass am I! This is most brave, That I, the son of a dear father murther'd, Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell, Must (like a whore) unpack my heart with words And fall a-cursing like a very drab, A scullion! Fie upon't! foh! About, my brain! Hum, I have heard That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, Have by the very cunning of the scene Been struck so to the soul that presently They have proclaim'd their malefactions; For murther, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ, I'll have these Players Play something like the murther of my father Before mine uncle. I'll observe his looks; I'll tent him to the quick. If he but blench, I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be a devil; and the devil hath power T' assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, As he is very potent with such spirits, Abuses me to damn me. I'll have grounds More relative than this. The play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King. [ Exit ]
5. Act 3, Scene 1
To be, or not to be- that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them. To die- to sleep- No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die- to sleep. To sleep- perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub! For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause. There's the respect That makes calamity of so long life. For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of th' unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? Who would these fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death- The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn No traveller returns- puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all, And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry And lose the name of action.- Soft you now! The fair Ophelia!- Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins rememb'red.
6. Act 3, Scene 1
Hamlet. Get thee to a nunnery! Why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest, but yet I could accuse me of such things that it were better my mother had not borne me. I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious; with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in. What should such fellows as I do, crawling between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves all; believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery. Where's your father?
Ophelia. At home, my lord.
Hamlet. Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool nowhere but in's own house. Farewell.
Ophelia. O, help him, you sweet heavens!
Hamlet. If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry: be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery. Go, farewell. Or if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool; for wise men know well enough what monsters you make of them. To a nunnery, go; and quickly too. Farewell.
Ophelia. O heavenly powers, restore him!
Hamlet. I have heard of your paintings too, well enough. God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another. You jig, you amble, and you lisp; you nickname God's creatures and make your wantonness your ignorance. Go to, I'll no more on't! it hath made me mad. I say, we will have no moe marriages. Those that are married already- all but one- shall live; the rest shall keep as they are. To a nunnery, go.
7. Act 3, Scene 2
Hamlet. Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounc'd it to you, trippingly on the tongue. But if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as live the town crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently; for in the very torrent, tempest, and (as I may say) whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness. O, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the cars of the groundlings, who (for the most part) are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb shows and noise. I would have such a fellow whipp'd for o'erdoing Termagant. It out-herods Herod. Pray you avoid it.
First Player. I warrant your honour.
Hamlet. Be not too tame neither; but let your own discretion be your tutor. Suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature: for anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first and now, was and is, to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature; to show Virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure. Now this overdone, or come tardy off, though it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve; the censure of the which one must in your allowance o'erweigh a whole theatre of others. O, there be players that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly (not to speak it profanely), that, neither having the accent of Christians, nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
First Player. I hope we have reform'd that indifferently with us, sir.
Hamlet. O, reform it altogether! And let those that play your clowns speak no more than is set down for them. For there be of them that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too, though in the mean time some necessary question of the play be then to be considered. That's villanous and shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it. Go make you ready.
8. Act 3, Scene 2
Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice And could of men distinguish, her election Hath seal'd thee for herself. For thou hast been As one, in suff'ring all, that suffers nothing; A man that Fortune's buffets and rewards Hast ta'en with equal thanks; and blest are those Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled That they are not a pipe for Fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee. Something too much of this I There is a play to-night before the King. One scene of it comes near the circumstance, Which I have told thee, of my father's death. I prithee, when thou seest that act afoot, Even with the very comment of thy soul Observe my uncle. If his occulted guilt Do not itself unkennel in one speech, It is a damned ghost that we have seen, And my imaginations are as foul As Vulcan's stithy. Give him heedful note; For I mine eyes will rivet to his face, And after we will both our judgments join In censure of his seeming.
9. Act 3, Scene 2
'Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world. Now could I drink hot blood And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on. Soft! now to my mother! O heart, lose not thy nature; let not ever The soul of Nero enter this firm bosom. Let me be cruel, not unnatural; I will speak daggers to her, but use none. My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites- How in my words somever she be shent, To give them seals never, my soul, consent!
10. Act 3, Scene 3
Now might I do it pat, now he is praying; And now I'll do't. And so he goes to heaven, And so am I reveng'd. That would be scann'd. A villain kills my father; and for that, I, his sole son, do this same villain send To heaven. Why, this is hire and salary, not revenge! He took my father grossly, full of bread, With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May; And how his audit stands, who knows save heaven? But in our circumstance and course of thought, 'Tis heavy with him; and am I then reveng'd, To take him in the purging of his soul, When he is fit and seasoned for his passage? No. Up, sword, and know thou a more horrid hent. When he is drunk asleep; or in his rage; Or in th' incestuous pleasure of his bed; At gaming, swearing, or about some act That has no relish of salvation in't- Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven, And that his soul may be as damn'd and black As hell, whereto it goes. My mother stays. This physic but prolongs thy sickly days.
11. Act 3, Scene 4
Look here upon th's picture, and on this, The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New lighted on a heaven-kissing hill: A combination and a form indeed Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man. This was your husband. Look you now what follows. Here is your husband, like a mildew'd ear Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes? Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes You cannot call it love; for at your age The heyday in the blood is tame, it's humble, And waits upon the judgment; and what judgment Would step from this to this? Sense sure you have, Else could you not have motion; but sure that sense Is apoplex'd; for madness would not err, Nor sense to ecstacy was ne'er so thrall'd But it reserv'd some quantity of choice To serve in such a difference. What devil was't That thus hath cozen'd you at hoodman-blind? Eyes without feeling, feeling without sight, Ears without hands or eyes, smelling sans all, Or but a sickly part of one true sense Could not so mope. O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell, If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones, To flaming youth let virtue be as wax And melt in her own fire. Proclaim no shame When the compulsive ardour gives the charge, Since frost itself as actively doth burn, And reason panders will.
12. Act 4, Scene 4
How all occasions do inform against me And spur my dull revenge! What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? A beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and godlike reason To fust in us unus'd. Now, whether it be Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple Of thinking too precisely on th' event,- A thought which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom And ever three parts coward,- I do not know Why yet I live to say 'This thing's to do,' Sith I have cause, and will, and strength, and means To do't. Examples gross as earth exhort me. Witness this army of such mass and charge, Led by a delicate and tender prince, Whose spirit, with divine ambition puff'd, Makes mouths at the invisible event, Exposing what is mortal and unsure To all that fortune, death, and danger dare, Even for an eggshell. Rightly to be great Is not to stir without great argument, But greatly to find quarrel in a straw When honour's at the stake. How stand I then, That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd, Excitements of my reason and my blood, And let all sleep, while to my shame I see The imminent death of twenty thousand men That for a fantasy and trick of fame Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, Which is not tomb enough and continent To hide the slain? O, from this time forth, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!
13. Act 5, Scene 1
Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio. A fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath borne me on his back a thousand times. And now how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kiss'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? Quite chap- fall'n? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come. Make her laugh at that.
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Events before the start of Hamlet set the stage for tragedy. When the king of Denmark, Prince Hamlet’s father, suddenly dies, Hamlet’s mother, Gertrude, marries his uncle Claudius, who becomes the new king.
A spirit who claims to be the ghost of Hamlet’s father describes his murder at the hands of Claudius and demands that Hamlet avenge the killing. When the councilor Polonius learns from his daughter, Ophelia, that Hamlet has visited her in an apparently distracted state, Polonius attributes the prince’s condition to lovesickness, and he sets a trap for Hamlet using Ophelia as bait.
To confirm Claudius’s guilt, Hamlet arranges for a play that mimics the murder; Claudius’s reaction is that of a guilty man. Hamlet, now free to act, mistakenly kills Polonius, thinking he is Claudius. Claudius sends Hamlet away as part of a deadly plot.
After Polonius’s death, Ophelia goes mad and later drowns. Hamlet, who has returned safely to confront the king, agrees to a fencing match with Ophelia’s brother, Laertes, who secretly poisons his own rapier. At the match, Claudius prepares poisoned wine for Hamlet, which Gertrude unknowingly drinks; as she dies, she accuses Claudius, whom Hamlet kills. Then first Laertes and then Hamlet die, both victims of Laertes’ rapier.
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To be or not to be The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark
Hamlet – Act 3, Scene 1
This is a great example of the power of a good speech. The choice of words is particularly apt.
To be, or not to be : that is the question: Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, ’tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there’s the respect That makes calamity of so long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law’s delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover’d country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action.–Soft you now! The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins remember’d.
Shakespeare could have chosen to enter the speech with a remark such as “I think that I’m going to kill myself tomorrow”. He chose not to. Instead he came up with the immortal words “to be or not to be” This is a great use of contrasts – “should I or shouldn’t I”. In essence it has similarities with the clash song “should I stay or should I go” with the words “if I stay there will be trouble, if I go it will be double”
Any way, decide for yourself whether a “bare bodkin” is better than “bearing fardels”.
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To die: to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end. The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks (70) That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation. Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come.
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This soliloquy is considered to be one of the most important and fundamental in English literature. Hamlet's desperate question, "To be, or not to be," occurs in Act 3, Scene 1, and is the most famous and celebrated because of its philosophical nature, questioning life and death-in short, existence. Hamlet's dilemma is whether it is worth ...
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The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark. Hamlet - Act 3, Scene 1. This is a great example of the power of a good speech. The choice of words is particularly apt. Hamlet: To be, or not to be : that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,