Act 1 Main Event ghost, monologue on father’s death and mother’s marriage, hamlet decides to act mad
Act 2 Main Event Ophelia tells polonius hamlet is crazy, R&G sent to spy, thinks hamlet is crazy because of love, hamlet plans to the play
Act 3 Main Event to be or not to be, tells ophelia to go to a nunnery, the play and sees claudius praying, tells gertrude she was sinful and unruly, ghost tells him not to hurt his mother and he accidentally kills polonius
Act 4 Main Event Hamlet says polonius body under the stairs R&G get it, devises to send hamlet to england to be killed, R&G die instead, decides to kill claudius, plan to kill hamlet with laertes, ophelia drowns
Act 5 Main Event gravediggers, the sword fight,all die and hamlet tells fortinbras to be king and horatio to tell his story
themes in the play revenge, complexity of action and uncertainty, nation as a deceased body
Main Conflict avenge fathers murder, hamlet struggles with trusting the ghost
Fortinbras Subplot want to invade denmark, made king in the end (ironic because only one that didnt act on revenge and he wins)
Play within the play “mousetrap” “murderof gonzago” resembles the murder of old hamlet
Hamlet’s change in his soliloquy goes from witty and determined to mad and then again determined for his revenge
Ghost and the plot sets the the revenge into action
Shakespeare’s use of humor clever words, puns, idiocracy, and irony
Speaking in Prose when lower class, comedic relief, instability, when hamlet speaks in prose he is telling the truth
Speaking in Verse nobles speaking in iambic pentameter
Hamlet’s advise to the players wants it to be realistic, look in the mirror, shakespeare uses this to talk about his pet peeves of actors
O, that this too too solid flesh would meltThaw and resolve itself into a dew!Or that the Everlasting had not fix’dHis 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 naturePossess 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 motherThat he might not beteem the winds of heavenVisit her face too roughly. Act 1 Scene 2 SOLHappens when claudius and gertrude tell him to stop hurting over dads death Distressed over mother’s marriage, shows us the emotional Hamlet, grieving over father, but is bound by law to not act, betrayal, cant commit suicide because it is forbidden by religion
O all you host of heaven! O earth! what else?And shall I couple hell? O, fie! 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 seatIn this distracted globe. Remember thee!Yea, from the table of my memoryI’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 liveWithin 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’m sure it may be so in Denmark:WritingSo, uncle, there you are. Now to my word;It is ‘Adieu, adieu! remember me.’I have sworn ‘t. Act 1 Scene 5 SOLRight after he sees his fathers ghostclaudius is the murderer and hamlet will avenge the deatha Hamlet cleansed, he has a new vow
Now I am alone.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 conceitThat from her working all his visage wann’d,Tears in his eyes, distraction in’s aspect,A broken voice, and his whole function suitingWith 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 passionThat I have? Act 2 Scene 2 SOLafter R&G leaveAm I a coward, i cannot commit, he is a failure, wonders if the ghost is the devil, decides to put on the playends with rhyming couplet
To be, or not to be: that is the question:Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to sufferThe 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 endThe heart-ache and the thousand natural shocksThat flesh is heir to, ’tis a consummationDevoutly 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 comeWhen we have shuffled off this mortal coil,Must give us pause: there’s the respectThat makes calamity of so long life; Act 3 Scene 1 SOLContemplating suicide, philisophical, detached looking at pros and cons, balanced argument, dont know what will happen when you die, more reasonable
Tis now the very witching time of night,When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes outContagion to this world: now could I drink hot blood,And do such bitter business as the dayWould quake to look on. Soft! now to my mother.O heart, lose not thy nature; let not everThe 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 soever she be shent,To give them seals never, my soul, consent! Act 3 Scene 2 SOLbefore mothers chamberremind not to be cruel and not to hurt his mother (speak daggers) his move to action and is confident, composes himself before confronting mother, decides to avenge the death
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 revenged. That would be scann’d:A villain kills my father; and for that,I, his sole son, do this same villain sendTo heaven.O, 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 revenged,To take him in the purging of his soul,When he is fit and season’d for his passage?No! Act 3 Scene 3 SOLclaudius praying he reveals he killed him and is guilty and confused, can not have salvation, passion to be king overpowers his sorryness, parallel between hamlets suicide to be or not to be
How all occasions do inform against me,And spur my dull revenge! What is a man,If his chief good and market of his timeBe but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more.Sure, he that made us with such large discourse,Looking before and after, gave us notThat capability and god-like reasonTo fust in us unused. Now, whether it beBestial oblivion, or some craven scrupleOf thinking too precisely on the event,A thought which, quarter’d, hath but one part wisdomAnd ever three parts coward, I do not knowWhy yet I live to say ‘This thing’s to do;’Sith I have cause and will and strength and meansTo do’t. Act 4 Scene 4 SOLghost urges him to avenge but hamlet is raged because he cant, sees fortinbras army and finally decides to do it
Think it no more;For nature, crescent, does not grow aloneIn thews and bulk, but, as this temple waxes,The inward service of the mind and soulGrows wide withal. Perhaps he loves you now,And now no soil nor cautel doth besmirchThe virtue of his will: but you must fear,His greatness weigh’d, his will is not his own; Act 1 Scene 3Laertes telling sister to be wary of hamlet
Neither a borrower nor a lender be;For loan oft loses both itself and friend,And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.This above all: to thine ownself be true, Act 1 Scene 3Polonius advises his son on how to behave in france
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. But come;Here, as before, never, so help you mercy,How strange or odd soe’er I bear myself,As I perchance hereafter shall think meetTo put an antic disposition on,That you, at such times seeing me, never shall,With arms encumber’d thus, or this headshake,Or by pronouncing of some doubtful phrase,As ‘Well, well, we know,’ or ‘We could, an if we would,’Or ‘If we list to speak,’ or ‘There be, an if they might,’Or such ambiguous giving out, to noteThat you know aught of me: this not to do,So grace and mercy at your most need help you, Swear.Ghost[Beneath] Swear.HAMLET Rest, rest, perturbed spirit!They swearSo, gentlemen, Act 1 Scene 5Hamlet with the ghost begins the conflict, makes horatio and marcellus swear, dont tell anyone of the ghost or my madness, ghost is unhappy also makes swear
My lord, as I was sewing in my closet,Lord Hamlet, with his doublet all unbraced;No hat upon his head; his stockings foul’d,Ungarter’d, and down-gyved to his ancle;Pale as his shirt; his knees knocking each other;And with a look so piteous in purportAs if he had been loosed out of hellTo speak of horrors,–he comes before me. Act 2 Scene 1ophelia describes hamlets behavior to her father and this tells us that hamlet is ACTING mad
What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason!how infinite in faculty! in form and moving howexpress and admirable! in action how like an angel!in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of theworld! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me,what is this quintessence of dust? man delights notme: no, nor woman neither, though by your smilingyou seem to say so. Act 2 Scene 2Hamlets conversation with R&G – proseexpresses the loss of joy he feels
O, what a noble mind is here o’erthrown!The courtier’s, soldier’s, scholar’s, eye, tongue, sword;The expectancy and rose of the fair state,The glass of fashion and the mould of form,The observed of all observers, quite, quite down!And I, of ladies most deject and wretched,That suck’d the honey of his music vows,Now see that noble and most sovereign reason,Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh;That unmatch’d form and feature of blown youthBlasted with ecstasy: O, woe is me,To have seen what I have seen, see what I see! Act 3 Scene 1ophelia describing how hamlet use to be (old hamlet)…. hamlet was talking in prose to ophelia
O, this is the poison of deep grief; it springsAll from her father’s death. O Gertrude, Gertrude,When sorrows come, they come not single spiesBut in battalions. First, her father slain:Next, your son gone; and he most violent authorOf his own just remove: the people muddied,Thick and unwholesome in their thoughts and whispers,For good Polonius’ death; and we have done but greenly,In hugger-mugger to inter him: poor OpheliaDivided from herself and her fair judgment,Without the which we are pictures, or mere beasts:Last, and as much containing as all these,Her brother is in secret come from France;Feeds on his wonder, keeps himself in clouds,And wants not buzzers to infect his earWith pestilent speeches of his father’s death;Wherein necessity, of matter beggar’d,Will nothing stick our person to arraignIn ear and ear. O my dear Gertrude, this,Like to a murdering-piece, in many placesGives me superfluous death. Act 4 Scene 5Hamlet has left with R&G ophelia has gone mad and claudius says its becuase polonius dead hamlet leaves and laertes back for a swift funeral
humor in the play sarcastic with claudiusplayful with poloniusdark with grave diggermocking with osric
Prose in the play madness with H and Ophelialetters and documentscomedic effect with grave digger

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