HAMLET Farewell, dear mother. CLAUDIUS Thy loving father, Hamlet. HAMLET My mother. Father and mother is man and wife. Man and wife is one flesh. So – my mother. Come, for England! (Exit.) CLAUDIUS Follow him at foot. Tempt him with speed aboard. Delay it not – I’ll have him hence tonight. Away, for everything is sealed and done That else leans […]
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Claudius: you’re going to England; Hamlet: amazing! (4.3.39-47) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
CLAUDIUS Hamlet, this deed for thine especial safety – Which we do tender, as we dearly grieve For that which thou hast done – must send thee hence. Therefore prepare thyself: The bark is ready and the wind at help, Th’associates tend and everything is bent For England. HAMLET For England? CLAUDIUS Ay, Hamlet. HAMLET Good. CLAUDIUS So is it if thou knewst our purposes. HAMLET I see a […]
Continue ReadingHamlet: go to hell! and you’ll find Polonius on the stairs, OK? (4.3.26-38) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
HAMLET A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm. CLAUDIUS What dost thou mean by this? HAMLET Nothing but to show you how a king may go a progress through the guts of a beggar. CLAUDIUS Where is Polonius? […]
Continue ReadingHamlet: Polonius is being eaten by WORMS! (4.3.16-25) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
[Enter HAMLET and Attendants.] CLAUDIUS Now, Hamlet, where’s Polonius? HAMLET At supper. CLAUDIUS At supper! Where? HAMLET Not where he eats but where ’a is eaten. A certain convocation of politic worms are e’en at him. Your worm is your only emperor for diet. We fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat […]
Continue ReadingClaudius: you had ONE job; Rosencrantz: no, Hamlet’s just outside! (4.3.11-15) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
Enter ROSENCRANTZ [and GUILDENSTERN] and all the rest. CLAUDIUS How now, what hath befallen? ROSENCRANTZ Where the dead body is bestowed, my lord, We cannot get from him. CLAUDIUS But where is he? ROSENCRANTZ Without, my lord, guarded, to know your pleasure. CLAUDIUS Bring him before us. ROSENCRANTZ Ho! Bring in the lord! (4.3.11-15) How now, what hath befallen? They had ONE job […]
Continue ReadingClaudius: so unfortunately Hamlet is the People’s Prince (4.3.1-11) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
Enter CLAUDIUS and two or three. CLAUDIUS I have sent to seek him and to find the body. How dangerous is it that this man goes loose! Yet must not we put the strong law on him: He’s loved of the distracted multitude, Who like not in their judgement but their eyes, And where ’tis so th’offender’s scourge is weighed But never the […]
Continue ReadingHamlet: the King is a THING; Guildenstern: what? (4.2.23-28) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
ROSENCRANTZ My lord, you must tell us where the body is, and go with us to the King. HAMLET The body is with the King, but the King is not with the body. The King is a thing. GUILDENSTERN A thing, my lord? HAMLET Of nothing. Bring me to him. (Exeunt.) (4.2.23-28) Rosencrantz tries […]
Continue ReadingHamlet to Rosencrantz: you are a SPONGE. SPoNGe sPonGE SPONGE (4.2.11-22) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
HAMLET Besides, to be demanded of a sponge! What replication should be made by the son of a king? ROSENCRANTZ Take you me for a sponge, my lord? HAMLET Ay, sir – that soaks up the King’s countenance, his rewards, his authorities. But such officers do the King best service in the end: he keeps […]
Continue ReadingRosencrantz: um, where’s the body? (4.2.1-10) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
Enter Hamlet. HAMLET Safely stowed! But soft, what noise? Who calls on Hamlet? O, here they come! [Enter Rosencrantz, Guildenstern and others] ROSENCRANTZ What have you done, my lord, with the dead body? HAMLET Compound it with dust, whereto ’tis kin. ROSENCRANTZ Tell us where ’tis, that we may take it thence and bear it […]
Continue ReadingClaudius: this is a PR DISASTER but we might get away with it (4.1.38-45) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare
CLAUDIUS Come, Gertrude, we’ll call up our wisest friends And let them know both what we mean to do And what’s untimely done. [ ] Whose whisper o’er the world’s diameter, As level as the cannon to his blank, Transports his poisoned shot, may miss our name And hit the woundless air. O come away, My soul is full of discord and dismay. (Exeunt.) (4.1.38-45) Claudius […]
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