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Next Article We are arrant knaves all. Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are a different matter; they invite punishment, though an indefinite spell in an English gaol would have been sufficient. Hmm, Polonius is using Ophelia for his own purposes and profits from her work.
Lots of undercurrent and ambiguity in this go round. Polonius contrived this encounter to demonstrate to Claud and Gert that Hamlet is mad for love. Not one of his best moments. Enter your email address to subscribe to this site and receive notifications of new posts by email. Email Address. Interesting Literature is a participant in the Amazon EU Associates Programme, an affiliate advertising programme designed to provide a means for sites to earn advertising fees by linking to Amazon.
Share this: Tweet. Like this: Like Loading Brian Burden January 26, at am. Pam Webb January 26, at am. Brian Burden January 25, at pm. And by a sleep, to say we end. The heartache and the thousand natural shocks. Devoutly to be wished. 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 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 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,. And thus the native hue of resolution.
Is sickled 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. Performance: "To be, or not to be".
Digging Deeper: Conscience and Cowardice. Why It's Cool. What the Critics Say. Soft you now,. The fair Ophelia! Be all my sins remembered. Good my lord,. How does your honor for this many a day? I humbly thank you, well, well. My lord, I have remembrances of yours. I pray you now receive them. No, no, I never gave you aught. My honored lord, you know right well you did,. And with them words of so sweet breath composed.
As made these things more rich. Then, perfume left ,. Take these again, for to the noble mind,. Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind,. There, my lord. Ha, ha! Are you honest? My lord? Are you fair? 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. Get yourself to a convent, at once. I have heard of your paintings too, well enough.
God has given you one face and you make yourselves another. It hath made me mad. I say, we will have no more marriages. Those that are married already, all but one, shall live.
The rest shall keep as they are.
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