O, vengeance! Why, what an ass am I! This is most brave, A scullion! Fie upon 't! foh! About, my brain!-I've heard, HAMLET ON IMMORTALITY -ID., ACT III, SCENE I. Hamlet's pining has so wrought his soul to desperation that he contemplates self-destruction, but the thought of immortality dispels such illusion. 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, To sleep, perchance to dream!-ay, there's the rub; 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, Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, HAMLET'S ADVICE TO HIS PLAYERS -ID., ACT III, SCENE 2. Hamlet has engaged players to play something like the murder of his father before his uncle, whose looks he will observe. Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue; but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus;-but use all gently; for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness. O, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings; who, for the most part, are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb-shows and noise. I would have such a fellow whipped for o'er-doing Termagant; it outherods Herod: pray you, avoid it. 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 o'erstep 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 her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure. Now, this overdone, or come tardy off, though it make the unskillful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve; the censure of which one must, in your allowance, o'erweigh a whole theatre of others. O, there be players, that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly,—not to speak it profanely, that, neither having the accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed, that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably. HAMLET TO HORATIO -ID., ACT III, SCENE 2. Horatio is Hamlet's bosom friend and confidant. This beautiful speech evinces Hamlet's sound philosophy. Nay, do not think I flatter; For what advancement may I hope from thee, To feed and clothe thee? Why should the poor be flatter'd? No; let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, Where thrift may follow fawning. Dost thou hear? Hath ta'en with equal thanks: and bless'd are those, To sound what stop she please. Give me that man One scene of it comes near the circumstance, As Vulcan's stithy. Give him heedful note; THE KING'S DESPAIR -ID., ACT III, SCENE 3. The king is Hamlet's uncle, the same that slew Hamlet's father to marry Hamlet's mother. O! my offense is rank, it smells to heaven; And what's in prayer, but this two-fold force,— Or pardon'd, being down? Then, I'll look up: |