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good hamlet cast thy knighted color off and let thine eye look like a friend on denmark
Queen. to Hamlet. stop wearing your stupid black
but i have that within which passes show, these but the trappings and the suits of woe
hamlet to queen. what is inside is even more grief than appears
but to persevere in obstinate condolement is a course of impious stubbornness
claudius to hamlet. thinks hamlet is being stubborn.
like niobe, all tears, why she (even she) (o god, a beast that wants discourse of reason would have mourned longer!) married with my uncle. my fathers brother, but no more like my father than i to hercules
hamlet about queen/king. niobe cries a lot. just married his uncle but claudius is not like my dad
thrift, thrift, horatio. the funeral baked meats did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables
hamlet to horatio. same food for funeral and marriage. that close together.
but you must fear, his greatness weighed, his will not his own, (for he himself is subject to his birth). he may not as unvalued persons do carve for himself, for on his choice depends the safety and the heatlh of this whole state
laertes to ophelia saying how hamlet cant choose for love
do not as some ungracious pastors do show me the steep and throny way to heaven whiles like a puffed and reckless libertine himself he primrose path of dalliance treads and recks not his own rede
ophelia->laertes. practice what you preach
i do know, when the blood burns, how prodigal the soul lends the tongue vows
polonious when a man is on fire, he'll swear anything
this heavy-headed revel east and west makes us tranduced and taxed of other nations. they clepe us drunkards and with swinish phrase soil our addiction
hamlet criticizing his parents partying because it ruins their reputation. embarrassed
my fate cries out and makes each petty arture in this body as hardy as the nemeans lion's nerve. still i am called.
hamlet. nothing you say can stop me. allusion to hercules
something is rotten in the state of denmark
marcellus. problems are coming up
but virtue, as it never will be moved though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven
ghost. they surrendered their virtue to lewdness and lust
so lust, though to a radiant angel linked, will sate itself in a celestial bed and prey on garbage
ghost. lust preys on weak, pathetic people (garbage, claud and gert)
this time is out of joint, o cursed spite that ever i was born to set it right
hamlet. doesnt like the timing and doesn't want to fix the situation but has to. right after finds out uncle killed dad.
this is the very ecstasy of love, whose violent property fordoes itself and leads the will to desperate undertakings as oft as any passions under heaven that does afflict our natures
polonious. This is definitely love-craziness. Love is such a violent emotion that it makes people self-destruct, as much as any strong emotion.
for the supply and profit of our hope, your visitation shall receive such thanks as fits a king's remembrance
queen. Your visit shall receive such thanks as only a King can give. (talking to Roz and Gild)
though this be madness, yet there is method in't.
polonious, in an aside. method to the madness
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?
hamlet to rosencrantz. does not like men
bloody, bawdy villain! remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villian!
hamlet about claudius
how smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience. the harlot's cheek beauted with plastring art is not more ugly to the thing that helps it than is my deed to my most painted word. o heavy burden
claudius's aside. How hurting a lash that speech gives my conscience!
the undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveler 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
hamlet talking about how he doesn't want to kill himself because he's a coward. to be or not to be speech.
rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind
ophelia-->hamlet. gave his gifts back that he gave her when they were together. ignoring him.
for the power of beauty will sooner transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the force of honesty can translate beauty into his likeness. this was sometimes a paradox, but now the time gives it proof.
hamlet-->ophelia. you can't be beautiful and pure. seems weird but its true.
there's something in his soul o'er which his melancholy sits on brood
Claudius about hamlet. something bad could happen since he's mad. decides to send him to england.
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
hamlet--> horatio. i love you man
the lady doth protest too much, me thinks
gertrude about player queen
the mousetrap
the play hamlet made for claudius to admit his sin
'sblood, do you think i am easier played on than a pipe? call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me you cannot play upon me (PUN!!)
hamlet. to roz and gild. thinks theyre using him
let not ever the soul of nero enter this firm bosom i will speak daggers to her but use none
hamlet. talking about mom saying wont hurt her physically but emotionally
'forgive me my foul murder?' that cannot be, since i am sitll possessed of those effects for which i did the murder: my crown, mine own ambition, and my queen, may one be pardoned and retain th' offense?
claudius when he is praying admitting that he did it
up sword, and know thou a more horrid hent
hamlet. decides to wait to kill claudius until he is sinning bc doesnt want him to go to heaven
o, i am slain!
polonious when hamlet kills him accidentally
thou turns't my eyes into my very soul, and there i see such black and grained spots as will not leave their tinct
gertrude. saying that she feels very guilty for what he has done
there's letters sealed, and my two schoolfellows whom i will trust as i will adders fanged, they bear the mandate
hamlet->mom. does not trust them much. he has to go w/ them to eng and claud will be killed
mad as the sea and wind when both contend which is the mightier
gertrude about hamlet. saying how he is after he just killed polonious
the sun no sooner shall the mountains touch but we will ship him hence; and this vile deed we must with all our majesty and skill both countenance and excuse
claudius about sending hamlet to england
take you me for a sponge, my lord?
rosencrantz. are you calling me a sponge?
he's loved of the distracted multitude who like not in their judgment but their eyes
claudius. the public loves hamlet
if your messenger find him not there, seek him i' th' other place yourself
hamlet to claudius. if you don't see polonious there, look for him in hell when you get there.
the present death of hamlet. do it, england
claudius. kill hamlet in the letter to eng.
we go to gain a litle patch of ground that hath in it no profit but the name
captain of fortinbras' army. we're killing ourselves to get a worthless land
how all occasions do inform against me and spur my dull revenge
hamlet. everything around him makes him look bad and reminds him he still has not taken revenge
from this time forth my thoughts be bloody or be nothing worth!
hamlet. im gonig to be evil now
where is the beauteous majesty of denmark
ophelia. where are the king/queen
when sorrows come, they come not to single spies, but in battalions
claudius to gertrude. bad things happen all at once not one at a time
there's such divinity doth hedge a king that treason can but peep to what it would. acts little of his will
claudius. king's can't die irony since he killed a king
i'll not be juggled with, to hell allegiance! vows, to the blackest devil! conscience and grace, to the profoundest pit! i dare damnation
laertes just very angry w/ claudius about his father's death.
there's rosemary, that's for remembrance. pray you, love, remember. and there is pansies, thats for thoughts.
ophelia's madness
high and mighty, you shall know i am set naked on your kingdom
hamlet. naked=unarmed. letter from hamlet that messenger reads
laertes, was your father dear to you? or are you like the painting of a sorrow, a face without a heart?
claudius to laertes.did you love your father? Or is your grief just an illusion—a mere painting of sorrow?
to cut his throat i' th' church
laertes. i wanna kill him so bad i'd do it in a church
and for that purpose i'll anoint my sword i bought an unction of a mountebank so mortal that, but dip a knife in it where it draws blood no cataplasm so rare
laertes. talking about how he will poison his sword to kil Ham
i'll have prepared for him a chalice for the nonce, wheron but sipping, if he by chance escapre your venomed stuck, our purpose may hold there
claudius. his plan to poison the wine as a back up to kill hamlet
but long it could not be til that her garments, heavy with their drink, pulled the poor wretch from her melodious lay to muddy death
gertrude about ophelia and her death in the river
it was that very day that young hamlet was born- he that is mad. and sent to england
gravedigger to hamlet. he's talking to hamlet but doesn't know its him. irony
alas, poor yorick! i knew him, horatio- a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy
hamlet to gravedigger/horatio. talkign about his father's jester.
what ceremony else?
laertes to hamlet/doctor. talking about her funeral
her death was doubtful, and, but that great command o'ersways the order, til the last trumpet
priest/doctor about ophelia. king commanded christian burial
sweets to the sweet, farewell!
queen to ophelia
yet i have in me something dangerous, which let thy wisdom fear
hamlet to laertes. i'm dangerously mad, watch out
i loved ophelia. forty thousand brothers could not with all their quantity of love make up my sum
hamlet saying he loved her more than laertes
there's a divinity that shapes our ends, rough-hew them how we will
hamlet to horatio.. fate determines our end, not anything we do
he that hath killed my king and whored my mother, popped in between th' election and my hopes, thrown out his angle for my proper life
hamlet to horatio. talking abotu claudis
for by the image of my cause i see the portraiture of his
hamlet to horatio about laertes. i understand him because both our fathers died
you will lose, my lord
horatio to hamlet about the fight w/ laertes
not a whit. we defy augury. there is a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. if it be now, 'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it not be now, yet it will come. the readiness is all.
hamlet to horatio. death will always come. finally resolved. ready for anyhting (life or death). even the great die
let my disclaiming from a purposed evil free me so far in your most generous thoughts that i have shot my arrow o'er the house and hurt my brother
hamlet to laertes. trying to tell him he really didnt mean to kill his dad
hamlet, this pearl is thine. here's to thy health
king, giving the drink to hamlet, who refuses
o villainy! ho! let the door be locked. treachery! seek it out.
hamlet, after his mom drinks and dies. find out who did it
the treacherous instrument is in thy hand unbated and envenomed. the foul practice hath turned itself on me
laertes, about the poisoned/sharp sword. im going to die by my own weapon
i am more an antique roman than a dane. here's yet some liquor left
horatio, says he will drink the cup wants to stand by hamlet as he dies
if thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, absent thee from felicity awhile and in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain to tell my story
hamlet to horatio. last request before he dies to stay alive and tell my story
rosencrantz and gildenstern are dead
ambassador comes to tell us
for he was likely, had he been put on, to have proved most royal
fortinbras saying hamlet was almost a great king.
chiasmus
reversing two similar phrases. almost parallelism but not. don't sweat the petty, don't pet the sweaty.
synecdoche
the rhetorical substitution of a part for the whole
metonymy
using the name of one thing for that of another with which it is closely associated. the crown that rules
dramatic irony
(theater) irony that occurs when the meaning of the situation is understood by the audience but not by the characters in the play
heroic couplet
Two successive lines of rhymed poetry in iambic pentameter
blank verse
type of poetry, distinguished by having a regular meter, but no rhyme.