“Nor do we find him forward to be sounded, But with a crafty madness keeps aloof When we would bring him on to some confession Of his true state.” speaker: Guildensterntalking to: queen, king, Rosencrantzliterary device: oxymoron (crafty madness)tone: contemplative?explanation: every time we ask him what’s wrong he peaces so we basically have no info
“With all my heart, and it doth much content me To hear him so inclin’d. Good gentlemen, give him a further edge, And drive his purpose into these delights.” speaker: Claudiustalking to: Rose, Guild, and queenliterary device: dramatic ironytone: hopeful? explanation: he’s psyched for the play but we know that it’s a trap muah ha ha
“I shall obey you. And for your part, Ophelia, I do wish That your good beauties be the happy cause Of Hamlet’s wildness. So shall I hope your virtues Will bring him to his wonted way again, To both your honors.” speaker: queentalking to: Ophelia & kingtone: hopeful?explanation: whoa whoa whoa she ships them!?!?
“Ophelia, walk you here.–Gracious, so please you, We will bestow ourselves. Read on this book, That show of such an exercise may color your loneliness. We are oft to blame in this–‘Tis too much prov’d–that with devotion’s visage And pious action we do sugar o’er The devil himself.” speaker: Poloniustalking to: Ophelia & King (but mostly O)tone: instructive?explanation: we can mask evil with piety; but Ham’s pretty suspicious tbh
“O, ’tis too true! How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience! The harlot’s cheek, beautied with plast’ring art, Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it Than is my deed to my most painted word. O heavy burthen!” speaker: Claudiustalking to: [aside] but Polonius/Ophelia are thereliterary device: analogy (the harlot’s cheek-his deed), personificationtone: reflective?explanation: I totally killed my brother but if I’m hiding it beneath my sophisticated and flowery language so it’s all good right?
“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, 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 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?” speaker: Hamtalking to: kind of a soliloquy (king/Polonius are hiding, and he doesn’t see Ophelia at first)literary device: metaphor (sleep=death), enjambment (to die, to sleep–No…)tone: dejected & confused?explanation: should Ham kill himself to escape the burdens of his life? is it better to suffer or fight? and if he does kill himself will he even find peace?
“Thus conscience does not 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 pitch 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.” speaker: Hamtalking to: kind of a soliloquy (king/Polonius are hiding, and he doesn’t see Ophelia at first, but now he does)tone: contemplative & confused?explanation: really wanna kill Claudius but dang I feel bad about it for some reason????…..oh hey Ophelia;)
“‘The Mouse-trap.’ Marry, how? tropically: this play is the image of a murther done in Vienna; Gonzago is the duke’s name, his wife, Baptista. You shall see anon. ‘Tis a knavish piece of work, but what of that? Your Majesty, and we that have free souls, it touches us not. Let the gall’d jade winch, our wither are unwrung.” speaker: Hamtalking to: the king (during the play)literary device: metaphor (of horse being ridden conveys his point), prosetone: patronizing, flippant, giddy?explanation: this play won’t affect anybody because no one here is guilty of a crime!!!!!!! …..(ha ha except you)
“So you mistake your husbands. Begin, murtherer, leave thy damnable faces and begin. Come, the croaking raven doth bellow for revenge.” speaker: Hamtalking to: Ophelia, Lucianus, king (during play)literary device: metaphortone: giddyexplanation: he gives away his plan but Claudius doesn’t catch on oh darn
“‘Why, let the strooken deer go weep, The hart ungalled play, For some must watch while some must sleep, Thus runs the world away.’ Would not this, sir, and a forest of feathers–if the rest of my fortunes turn Turk with me–with two Provincial roses on my raz’d shoes, get me fellowship in a cry of players?” speaker: Hamtalking to: pretty much everyone (the play has been interrupted gasp who knew?!)literary device: metaphor (Claudius is the strooken deer)tone: comical?explanation: somebody call Disney channel bc I’m the best actor in town
“Nay, good my lord, this courtesy is not of the right breed. If it shall please you to make me a wholesome answer, I will do your mother’s commandment; if not, your pardon and my return shall be the end of my business.”…”Make you a wholesome answer–my wit’s diseas’d. But, sir, such answer as I can make, you shall command, or rather, as you say, my mother. Therefore no more, but to the matter: my mother, you say–“ speaker: Guild and then Hamtalking to: each other + Roseliterary device: prosetone: Guildenstern–earnest? Ham–condescendingexplanation: Ham’s getting more mad about the whole spying thing and his antagonism starts to become more evident
“It is as easy as lying. Govern these ventages with your fingers and thumbs, give it breath with your mouth, and it will discourse most eloquent music. Look you, these are the stops.” speaker: Hamtalking to: Rose/Guildexplanation: play this pipe it’s easy come on do it do it peer pressure
“Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You would play upon me, you would seem to know my stops, you would pluck out the heart of my mystery, you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass; and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. ‘Sblood, do you think I am easier to be play’d on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you fret me, yet you cannot play upon me.” speaker: Hamtalking to: Rose/Guildliterary devices: conceit (extended metaphor, playing an instrument/playing him), inverted syntax (cannot you make it speak)tone: accusatoryexplanation: you’re playing me like an instrument but you won’t get any music from me (I know you’re spying & I’ll tell you nothing)
“‘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!” speaker: Hamtalking to: soliloquyliterary devices: personification (of churchyards), allusion (Nero is an emperor who supposedly tried to burn down Rome and killed his parents)tone: conflictedexplanation: why is it so hard for me to act out my revenge? fine I won’t kill my mom I’ll just talk mean to her
“I like him not, nor stands it safe with us To let his madness range. Therefore prepare you. I your commission will forthwith dispatch, And he to England shall along with you. The terms of our estate may not endure Hazard so near ‘s as doth hourly grow Out of his brows.” speaker: Claudiustalking to: Rose/Guildtone: dramatic?explanation: Ham’s madness is threatening our entire nation omg gotta stop him! go with him to England and make sure he doesn’t go nuts over there
“Arm you, I pray you, to this speedy viage, For we will fetters put about this fear, Which now goes too free-footed.” speaker: Claudiustalking to: Rose/Guildliterary device: personification (of fear)tone: warningexplanation: Ham can’t be tamed
“Such an act That blurs the grace and blush of modesty, Calls virtue hypocrite, takes off the rose From the fair forehead of an innocent love And sets a blister there, makes marriage vows As false as dicers’ oaths, O, such a deed As from the body of contraction plucks The very soul, and sweet religion makes A rhapsody of words. Heaven’s face does not glow O’er this solidity and compound mass With heated visage, as against the doom; Is thought0sick at the act.” speaker: Hamtalking to: queenliterary device: personification (of heaven, modesty, virtue, innocent love)tone: hateful, condemnatory, furiousexplanation: she cheapened her marriage vows & made them equivalent to gamblers’ oaths; you shouldn’t have married him when you’d already married such a stud muffin as my dad
“O, my offense is rank, it smells to heaven, it hath the primal eldest curse upon it, a brother’s murder. Pray can I not, though inclination be as sharp as will. My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent, and, like a man to double business bound, I stand in pause where I shall first begin, and both neglect. What if this cursed hand were thicker than itself with brother’s blood, is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens to wash it white as snow? Whereto serves mercy but to confront the visage of offenses? And what’s in prayer but this twofold force, to be forestalled before we come to fall, or pardoned being down? then I’ll look up. My fault is past, but, O, what form of prayer can serve my turn? ‘Forgive me my foul murder’? That cannot be, since I am still possessed of those effects for which I did the murder: my crown, mine own ambition, and my queen. May one be pardoned and retain the offense? In the corrupted currents of this world offense’s gilded hand may shove by justice, and oft ’tis seen the wicked prize itself buys out the law, but ’tis not so above: there is no shuffling, there the action lies in his true nature, and we ourselves compelled, even to the teeth and forehead of our faults, to give in evidence. What then? What rests? Try what repentance can. What can it not? Yet what can it, when one can not repent? O wretched state! O bosom black as death! O limed soul, that struggling to be free art more engaged! Help, angel! Make assay, bow, stubborn knees, and heart, with strings of steel, be soft as sinews of the new born babe! All may be well.” speaker: Claudiustalking to: soliloquyliterary devices: allusion (Cain & Abel–eldest curse), inverted syntax (pray can I not), rhetorical questionstone: confused, conflictedexplanation: like I guess I’m kinda sorry for killing my brother but does that even count can I be forgiven since I’m still married to his wife and wearing his crown ughhhhhh life is hard when you have a ton of money and power isn’t it
“Now might I do it pat, now he is praying; and now I’ll do it–and so he goes to heaven, and so am I revenged. That would be scanned: 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 revenged, 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 the incestious pleasure of his bed, at game a swearing, or about some act that as no relish of salvation in it–then trap him, that his heels may kick at heaven, and that his soul may be as damned and black as hell, whereto it goes. My mother stays, this physic but prolongs thy sickly days.” speaker: Hamlettalking to: soliloquy (king is there kneeling but can’t hear him)literary devices: apostrophe (to sword), metaphor (kick at heaven), dramatic irony (we know he’s not praying)tone: conflictedexplanation: wow I really wanna kill Claudius right now but he’s praying so if I kill him now he’ll go to heaven and I don’t want that so I’ll wait to catch him in another bad deed so he doesn’t have time to repent
“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 mildewed 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 heydey in the blood is tame, it’s humble, and waits upon the what judgment would step from this to this? Sense sure you have, else could you not have motion, but sure that sense is apoplexed, for madness would not err, nor sense to ecstasy was ne’er so thrall’d but it reserv’d some quantity of choice to serve in such a difference.” speaker: Hamtalking to: queenliterary devices: allusions to gods, alliteration, rhetorical questionstone: criticalexplanation: dad was a superhero how can you like Claudius after him
“What devil was’t that thus hath cozened 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 ardure gives the charge, since frost itself as actively doth burn, and reason panders will.” speaker: Hamtalking to: queenliterary devices: rhetorical questions, chiasmus (eyes…mope) apostrophe (shame & hell), juxtaposition (frost/burn)tone: accusatoryexplanation: shame on u mom
“Do not forget! This visitation is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose. But look, amazement on thy mother sits, o, step between her and her fighting soul. Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works, speak to her, Hamlet.” speaker: ghosttalking to: Hamtone: pitifulexplanation: your mom can’t hang go help her
“Mother, for love of grace, lay not that flattering unction to your soul, that not your trespass but my madness speaks; it will but skin and film the ulcerous place, whiles rank corruption, mining all within, infects unseen. Confess yourself to heaven, repent what’s past, avoid what is to come, and do not spread the compost on the weeds to make them ranker. Forgive me this my virtue, for in the fatness of these pursy times virtue itself of vice must pardon beg, yea, curb and woo for leave to do him good.” speaker: Hamlettalking to: queenliterary devices: motif (decay & corruption)tone: instructionalexplanation: don’t make matters worse just pray
“Such dear concernings hide? Who would do so? No, in despite of sense and secrecy, unpeg the basket on the house’s top, let the bird fly, and like the famous ape, to try conclusions in the basket creep, and break your own neck down.” speaker: Hamlettalking to: queenliterary device: metaphor (break neck)tone: instructionalexplanation: he creepily tells his mom to act like everything’s all swag when Claudius tries to get her to tell him what happened tonight
“There’s letters sealed, and my two schoolfellows, whom I will trust as I will adders fanged, they bear the mandate, they must sweep my way and marshal me to knavery. Let it work, for ’tis the sport to have the enginer hoist with his own petar, an’t shall go hard but I will delve one yard below their mines, and blow them at the moon. O, ’tis most sweet when in one line two crafts directly meet. This man shall set me packing; I’ll lug the guts into the neighbor room.” speaker: Hamlettalking to: queenliterary device: metaphor/simile (Rose/Guild are poisonous snakes)tone: contemplativeexplanation: I got this don’t even worry
“My honored lord, you know right well you did, and with them words of so sweet breath composed as made these things more rich. Their perfume lost, take these again, for to the noble mind rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. There, my lord.” speaker: Opheliatalking to: Hamlet (after his soliloquy)tone: sincere??explanation: beauty & goodness are not related; it’s true meaning that counts
“Get thee to a nunnery, why would 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 offenses 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, believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery. Where’s your father?” speaker: Hamlettalking to: Opheliatone: pessimisticexplanation: I have so many flaws but they don’t even compare to what you did to me!! Also you need to be a nun bc you have issues
“O, what a noble mind is here overthrown! The courtier’s, soldier’s, scholar’s, eye, tongue, sword, the expectation 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’ed the honey of his music vows, now see that noble and most sovereign reason like sweet bells jangled out of time, and harsh; that unmatched form and stature of blown youth blasted with ecstasy. O, woe is me to have seen what I have seen, see what I see!” speaker: Opheliatalking to: Hamliterary device: metaphor (musical)tone: dramaticexplanation: poor me I had to watch Ham get crazy
“Love? his affections do not that way tend, nor what he spake, though it lacked form a little, was not like madness. There’s something in his soul over which his melancholy sits on brood, and I do doubt the hatch and the disclose will be some danger; which for to prevent, I have in quick determination thus set it down: he shall with speed to England for the demand of our neglected tribute. Haply the seas,and countries different, with variable objects, shall expel this something-settled matter in his heart, whereon his brains still beating puts him thus from fashion of himself. What think you on it?” speaker: Claudiustalking to: Poloniusliterary device: metaphor (bird–something hatching inside Ham)explanation: he’s not super crazy…he’s still kinda smart?…maybe a vacation will take his mind off things yes send him to England that’s good parenting
“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 overstep not the modesty of nature: for any thing 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 of her feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.” speaker: Hamlettalking to: playerstone: instructionalliterary device: chiasmus (suit…action)explanation: you guys are the actors you do you but like be perfect
“Nay, do not think I flatter, For what advancement may I hope from thee That no revenue hast but thy good spirits To feed and clothe thee? Why should the poor be flattered? No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee Where thrift may follow fawning. Dost thou hear? Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice And could of men distinguish her election, Sh’ hath seal’d thee for herself, for thou hast been As one in suffering 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 co-meddled, 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. There is a play tonight 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.” speaker: Hamlettalking to: Horatioliterary device: personification (of fortune), simile/allusion (Vulcan-roman god of fire)literary device: watch Claudius and see if he’s guilty bc there’s a good chance that what I really saw in the forest or whatever wasn’t actually my dad and so the last 87 pages of this play have been pointless so just ya know let me know

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