Act I, Scene 2
Elsinore. A room of state in the castle., The next day
Claudius1 - 39
Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother’s death
Jul 9, 2019 ZyzigusHamlet Senior Jul 9, 2019 ZyzigusAs king, Claudius uses the “royal we” (the first person plural pronouns, “we” “our” “us,” in place of the first person singular, “I” “my” “me.”)
The memory be green, and that it us befitted
Jul 9, 2019 Zyzigusfresh
- To bear our hearts in grief, and our whole kingdom
- To be contracted in one brow of woe,
- Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature
- That we with wisest sorrow think on him
- Together with remembrance of ourselves.
Therefore our sometime sister, now our queen,
Jul 9, 2019 Zyzigusprevious sister-in-law
- Th’ imperial jointress to this warlike state,
- Have we, as ’twere with a defeated joy,
- With an auspicious, and a dropping eye,
- With mirth in funeral, and with dirge in marriage,
- In equal scale weighing delight and dole,
- Taken to wife; nor have we herein barr’d
- Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone
With this affair along. For all, our thanks.
Jul 9, 2019 ZyzigusClaudius thanks the council for approving his marriage to Gertrude.
- Now follows that you know young Fortinbras,
- Holding a weak supposal of our worth,
- Or thinking by our late dear brother’s death
- Our state to be disjoint and out of frame,
- Co-leagued with this dream of his advantage,
- He hath not fail’d to pester us with message
- Importing the surrender of those lands
- Lost by his father, with all bands of law,
- To our most valiant brother. So much for him.
- Now for ourself, and for this time of meeting,
- Thus much the business is: we have here writ
To Norway, uncle of young Fortinbras—
Jul 9, 2019 ZyzigusKing of Norway Jul 9, 2019 ZyzigusKing of Norway
- Who, impotent and bedrid, scarcely hears
- Of this his nephew’s purpose—to suppress
His further gait herein, in that the levies,
Jul 9, 2019 Zyzigusto curtail young Fortinbras' plans to attack Denmark
- The lists, and full proportions are all made
- Out of his subject; and we here dispatch
- You, good Cornelius, and you, Voltemand,
- For bearers of this greeting to old Norway,
- Giving to you no further personal power
- To business with the King, more than the scope
- Of these delated articles allow.
- Giving a paper.
- Farewell, and let your haste commend your duty.
Both Cornelius and Voltemand40
- In that, and all things, will we show our duty.
Claudius41 - 50
- We doubt it nothing; heartily farewell.
- Exeunt Voltemand and Cornelius.
And now, Laertes, what’s the news with you?
Jul 9, 2019 ZyzigusNotice Claudius uses a connecting conjunction here.
- You told us of some suit, what is’t, Laertes?
- You cannot speak of reason to the Dane
- And lose your voice. What wouldst thou beg, Laertes,
- That shall not be my offer, not thy asking?
- The head is not more native to the heart,
- The hand more instrumental to the mouth,
- Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father.
What wouldst thou have, Laertes?
Jul 9, 2019 ZyzigusIn his book “How to Win Friends and Influence People,” Dale Carnegie said, “Remember that a person’s name is to that person, the sweetest and most important sound in any language."
Laertes51 - 57
- My dread lord,
- Your leave and favor to return to France,
- From whence though willingly I came to Denmark
- To show my duty in your coronation,
- Yet now I must confess, that duty done,
- My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France,
- And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon.
- Have you your father’s leave? What says Polonius?
Polonius59 - 62
- H’ath, my lord, wrung from me my slow leave
- By laborsome petition, and at last
- Upon his will I seal’d my hard consent.
- I do beseech you give him leave to go.
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- Take thy fair hour, Laertes, time be thine,
- And thy best graces spend it at thy will!
But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son—
Jul 9, 2019 ZyzigusNotice Claudius uses a contrasting conjunction here.
Jul 9, 2019 ZyzigusNo one but the audience hears this.
- A little more than kin, and less than kind.
- How is it that the clouds still hang on you?
Not so, my lord, I am too much in the sun.
Jul 10, 2019 ZyzigusDo you see the pun?
Gertrude69 - 74
Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted color off,
Jul 10, 2019 ZyzigusHamlet is dressed in black.
And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark.
Jul 10, 2019 ZyzigusClaudius
- Do not forever with thy vailed lids
- Seek for thy noble father in the dust.
- Thou know’st ’tis common, all that lives must die,
- Passing through nature to eternity.
- Ay, madam, it is common.
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- If it be,
- Why seems it so particular with thee?
Hamlet78 - 88
- Seems, madam? Nay, it is, I know not “seems.”
- ’Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,
- Nor customary suits of solemn black,
- Nor windy suspiration of forc’d breath,
- No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,
- Nor the dejected havior of the visage,
- Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief,
- That can denote me truly. These indeed seem,
- For they are actions that a man might play,
- But I have that within which passes show,
- These but the trappings and the suits of woe.
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- ’Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Hamlet,
- To give these mourning duties to your father.
- But you must know your father lost a father,
- That father lost, lost his, and the survivor bound
- In filial obligation for some term
- To do obsequious sorrow. But to persever
- In obstinate condolement is a course
- Of impious stubbornness, ’tis unmanly grief,
- It shows a will most incorrect to heaven,
- A heart unfortified, or mind impatient,
- An understanding simple and unschool’d:
- For what we know must be, and is as common
- As any the most vulgar thing to sense,
- Why should we in our peevish opposition
- Take it to heart? Fie, ’tis a fault to heaven,
- A fault against the dead, a fault to nature,
- To reason most absurd, whose common theme
- Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried,
From the first corse till he that died today,
Jul 10, 2019 ZyzigusThe first corpse was Abel killed by his brother Cain.
- “This must be so.” We pray you throw to earth
- This unprevailing woe, and think of us
- As of a father, for let the world take note
You are the most immediate to our throne,
Jul 10, 2019 ZyzigusClaudius names Hamlet as his successor, but shouldn't Hamlet already be wearing the crown, being the son of the previous king?
- And with no less nobility of love
- Than that which dearest father bears his son
- Do I impart toward you. For your intent
- In going back to school in Wittenberg,
- It is most retrograde to our desire,
- And we beseech you bend you to remain
- Here in the cheer and comfort of our eye,
- Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son.
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- Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet,
- I pray thee stay with us, go not to Wittenberg.
- I shall in all my best obey you, madam.
Claudius123 - 130
- Why, ’tis a loving and a fair reply.
- Be as ourself in Denmark. Madam, come.
- This gentle and unforc’d accord of Hamlet
- Sits smiling to my heart, in grace whereof,
- No jocund health that Denmark drinks today,
- But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell,
- And the King’s rouse the heaven shall bruit again,
Respeaking earthly thunder. Come away.
Jul 10, 2019 ZyzigusWhen the king takes a drink, trumpets blare and cannons are shot off, and the sound bounces off the clouds so that every one who hears it will know that the king is taking a drink.
- Flourish. Exeunt all but Hamlet.
Hamlet131 - 161
- O that this too too solid flesh would melt,
- Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew!
Or that the Everlasting had not fix’d
Jul 10, 2019 ZyzigusGod
His canon ’gainst self-slaughter! O God, God,
Jul 10, 2019 Zyziguslaw
- 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
Jul 10, 2019 Zyzigusa mythological Greek god Jul 10, 2019 Zyzigusa lascivious, mythological Greek creature
- That he might not beteem the winds of heaven
- Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth,
- Must I remember? Why, she should 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—
Jul 12, 2019 ZyzigusMother in Greek mythology noted for the tears she shed over the death of her many children.
O God, a beast that wants discourse of reason
Jul 12, 2019 Zyziguslacks
- 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.
- Enter Horatio, Marcellus, and Barnardo.
- Hail to your lordship!
Hamlet163 - 164
- I am glad to see you well.
- Horatio—or I do forget myself.
- The same, my lord, and your poor servant ever.
Hamlet166 - 168
- Sir, my good friend—I’ll change that name with you.
- And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio?
- My good lord.
Hamlet170 - 172
- I am very glad to see you.
- To Barnardo.
- Good even, sir.—
- But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg?
- A truant disposition, good my lord.
Hamlet174 - 179
- I would not hear your enemy say so,
- Nor shall you do my ear that violence
- To make it truster of your own report
- Against yourself. I know you are no truant.
- But what is your affair in Elsinore?
- We’ll teach you to drink deep ere you depart.
- My lord, I came to see your father’s funeral.
Hamlet181 - 182
- I prithee do not mock me, fellow student,
- I think it was to see my mother’s wedding.
- Indeed, my lord, it followed hard upon.
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- Thrift, thrift, Horatio, the funeral bak’d-meats
- Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.
- Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven
- Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio!
- My father—methinks I see my father.
- Where, my lord?
- In my mind’s eye, Horatio.
- I saw him once, ’a was a goodly king.
Hamlet192 - 193
- ’A was a man, take him for all in all,
- I shall not look upon his like again.
- My lord, I think I saw him yesternight.
- Saw, who?
- My lord, the King your father.
- The King my father?
Horatio198 - 201
- Season your admiration for a while
- With an attent ear, till I may deliver,
- Upon the witness of these gentlemen,
- This marvel to you.
- For God’s love let me hear!
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- Two nights together had these gentlemen,
- Marcellus and Barnardo, on their watch,
- In the dead waste and middle of the night,
- Been thus encount’red: a figure like your father,
Armed at point exactly, cap-a-pe,
Jul 12, 2019 Zyzigushead to foot
- Appears before them, and with solemn march
- Goes slow and stately by them; thrice he walk’d
- By their oppress’d and fear-surprised eyes
Within his truncheon’s length, whilst they, distill’d
Jul 12, 2019 Zyzigusshort stick or shaft of a spear
- Almost to jelly with the act of fear,
- Stand dumb and speak not to him. This to me
- In dreadful secrecy impart they did,
- And I with them the third night kept the watch,
- Where, as they had delivered, both in time,
- Form of the thing, each word made true and good,
- The apparition comes. I knew your father,
- These hands are not more like.
- But where was this?
- My lord, upon the platform where we watch.
- Did you not speak to it?
Horatio223 - 229
- My lord, I did,
- But answer made it none. Yet once methought
- It lifted up it head and did address
- Itself to motion like as it would speak;
- But even then the morning cock crew loud,
- And at the sound it shrunk in haste away
- And vanish’d from our sight.
- ’Tis very strange.
Horatio231 - 233
- As I do live, my honor’d lord, ’tis true,
- And we did think it writ down in our duty
- To let you know of it.
Hamlet234 - 235
- Indeed, indeed, sirs. But this troubles me.
- Hold you the watch tonight?
Both Barnardo and Marcellus236
- We do, my lord.
- Arm’d, say you?
Both Barnardo and Marcellus238
- Arm’d, my lord.
- From top to toe?
Both Barnardo and Marcellus240
- My lord, from head to foot.
- Then saw you not his face.
O yes, my lord, he wore his beaver up.
Jul 12, 2019 Zyzigusface plate on a helmet
- What, look’d he frowningly?
Horatio244 - 245
- A countenance more
- In sorrow than in anger.
- Pale, or red?
- Nay, very pale.
- And fix’d his eyes upon you?
- Most constantly.
- I would I had been there.
- It would have much amaz’d you.
- Very like, very like. Stay’d it long?
While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred.
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Both Barnardo and Marcellus254
- Longer, longer.
- Not when I saw’t.
His beard was grisl’d, no?
Jul 12, 2019 Zyzigusstreaked with grey
Horatio257 - 258
- It was, as I have seen it in his life,
- A sable silver’d.
Hamlet259 - 260
- I will watch tonight,
- Perchance ’twill walk again.
I warr’nt it will.
Jul 12, 2019 Zyziguswager
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- If it assume my noble father’s person,
- I’ll speak to it though hell itself should gape
- And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all,
- If you have hitherto conceal’d this sight,
Let it be tenable in your silence still,
Jul 12, 2019 Zyzigusheld
- And whatsomever else shall hap tonight,
- Give it an understanding but no tongue.
- I will requite your loves. So fare you well.
- Upon the platform ’twixt eleven and twelve
- I’ll visit you.
Horatio, Marcellus, and Barnardo272
- Our duty to your honor.
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- Your loves, as mine to you; farewell.
- Exeunt all but Hamlet.
- My father’s spirit—in arms! All is not well,
- I doubt some foul play. Would the night were come!
- Till then sit still, my soul. Foul deeds will rise,
- Though all the earth o’erwhelm them, to men’s eyes.