Hamlet 3.2

Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it toyou, trippingly on the tongue: but if you mouth it,as many of your players do, I had as lief thetown-crier spoke my lines. HamletHamlet wants the actors to say the speech the way he would. Please act naturally otherwise don’t act at all.
Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretionbe your tutor: suit the action to the word, HamletDon’t be too subtle, we want to see emotion.
for any thing so overdone isfrom the purpose of playing, whose end, both at thefirst and now, was and is, to hold, as ’twere, themirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature,scorn her own image, and the very age and body ofthe time his form and pressure. HamletIf you overdue your acting its against theater. It’s the job of art to show us what is good and bad about us.
And let those that playyour clowns speak no more than is set down for them;for there be of them that will themselves laugh, toset on some quantity of barren spectators to laughtoo; HamletDon’t speak more illness than you are supposed to. (Don’t want actors to add lines like fools/hog the stage.)
that’s villanous, and shows a most pitiful ambitionin the fool that uses it. HamletA fool that takes to many lines is a bad person.
Horatio, thou art e’en as just a manAs e’er my conversation coped withal. HamletHoratio, your the most fair person I have ever talked to.
Nay, do not think I flatter;For what advancement may I hope from theeThat no revenue hast but thy good spirits,To feed and clothe thee? HamletThe reason I couldn’t be flattering you is because you don’t have anything I want.
Since my dear soul was mistress of her choiceAnd could of men distinguish, her electionHath seal’d thee for herself; HamletSince I was old enough to choose between good and bad people, I chose you.
for thou hast beenAs one, in suffering all, that suffers nothing,A man that fortune’s buffets and rewardsHast ta’en with equal thanks: HamletHe appreciates that Horatio takes all things in strides (even tempered, rational).
and blest are thoseWhose blood and judgment are so well commingled,That they are not a pipe for fortune’s fingerTo sound what stop she please. HamletBlood is your emotions and judgment is your reason. If your emotion and reason are mixed together, fortune/fate can’t control you.
Give me that manThat is not passion’s slave, and I will wear himIn my heart’s core, ay, in my heart of heart,As I do thee HamletIf you give me a man that isn’t a slave to his emotions, I will make him my best friend like you.
There is a play to-night before the king;One scene of it comes near the circumstanceWhich I have told thee of my father’s death: HamletIn the play tonight, one of the scene’s is very similar to my father’s death.
I prithee, when thou seest that act afoot,Even with the very comment of thy soulObserve mine uncle: HamletObserve Claudius
if his occulted guiltDo not itself unkennel in one speech, HamletIf his guilty secret does not reveal itself…
. It is a damned ghost that we have seen,And my imaginations are as foulAs Vulcan’s stithy. HamletThen the ghost is here to hurt us and my imagination is dirty if Claudius is innocent.
Give him heedful note;For I mine eyes will rivet to his face,And after we will both our judgments joinIn censure of his seeming. HamletWatch Claudius closely, I will also and we will discuss after.
I did enact Julius Caesar: I was killed i’ theCapitol; Brutus killed me. Lord PoloniusI acted in Julius Caesar and was killed.
Come hither, my dear Hamlet, sit by me. Queen GertrudeSit next to me Hamlet.
No, good mother, here’s metal more attractive. HamletNo mom, I’d rather sit next to my girlfriend sorry mom.
Lady, shall I lie in your lap? HamletCan I lie in your lap?
No, my lord. OpheliaNo
I mean, my head upon your lap? HamletI mean with my head in your lap?
Do you think I meant country matters? HamletDid you think I was talking about doing something else in your lap (sex)?
I think nothing, my lord. OpheliaI don’t know what to say.
That’s a fair thought to lie between maids’ legs. HamletIt’s nice thinking about being between a pretty girls lap.
What should a man dobut be merry? for, look you, how cheerfully mymother looks, and my father died within these two hours. HamletWhat can you do to be happy? Look how cheerful my mother is, only 2 hours (sarcastic) after my fathers death,
Then there’shope a great man’s memory may outlive his life halfa year: but, by’r lady, he must build churches,then; or else shall he suffer not thinking on, Hamlet(Sarcastic) Wow someone great can be rememberd for a whole 6 months. (Angry people are ready to forget his dad so quickly)
Enter a King and a Queen very lovingly; the Queen embracing him, and he her. She kneels, and makes show of protestation unto him. He takes her up, and declines his head upon her neck: lays him down upon a bank of flowers: she, seeing him asleep, leaves him. Anon comes in a fellow, takes off his crown, kisses it, and pours poison in the King’s ears, and exit. The Queen returns; finds the King dead, and makes passionate action. The Poisoner, with some two or three Mutes, comes in again, seeming to lament with her. The dead body is carried away. The Poisoner wooes the Queen with gifts: she seems loath and unwilling awhile, but in the end accepts his love It was tradition to act out a mini version of a play in silence to show the audience what would be happening. This way King Claudius will see the acted death twice.
Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring? HamletCalling attention to the prologue. Is this a prologue of a play or a sweat heart ring. (Hamlet being crazy)
‘Tis brief, my lord. OpheliaIt’s short.
As woman’s love. HamletWoman’s love is short.
Hymen did our handsUnite commutual in most sacred bands. Player KingGoddess of marriage put us together and we have been together a long time.
So many journeys may the sun and moonMake us again count o’er ere love be done! Player QueenI hope we are together for many more years.
But, woe is me, you are so sick of late,So far from cheer and from your former state,That I distrust you. Player QueenYou’ve (Player King) been so sick, I’m afraid you might die soon.
Yet, though I distrust,Discomfort you, my lord, it nothing must:For women’s fear and love holds quantity;In neither aught, or in extremity. Player QueenYou shouldn’t worry about me worrying a it doesn’t mean you ********
And as my love is sized, my fear is so: Player QueenI worry because I love you so much.
‘Faith, I must leave thee, love, and shortly too;My operant powers their functions leave to do:And thou shalt live in this fair world behind,Honour’d, beloved; and haply one as kindFor husband shalt thou— Player KingI am going to die soon. You need to go on living while I’m gone. Hopefully someone as nice as me will come along and be your husband.
Such love must needs be treason in my breast:In second husband let me be accurst!None wed the second but who kill’d the first. Player QueenThat’s crazy! I’m not going to marry someone else and if I do put a curse on me. No one marries a second husband unless they killed him.
The instances that second marriage moveAre base respects of thrift, but none of love:A second time I kill my husband dead,When second husband kisses me in bed. Player QueenPeople only marry a 2nd time for money not love. If I allow a 2nd husband to marry me it’s like I’m killing my first all over again.
I do believe you think what now you speak;But what we do determine oft we break. Player KingI think you mean what your saying but I don’t think it’s going to last.
The passion ending, doth the purpose lose.The violence of either grief or joyTheir own enactures with themselves destroy: Player KingOnce the passion is gone (because 1st Dad is dead) there is no point in being married. Once you grieve you are not going to be able to keep that love going.
The great man down, you mark his favourite flies;The poor advanced makes friends of enemies. Player KingOnce the King is dead the closest man to him will leave. Then somebody else will step up and make himself the new great man.
So think thou wilt no second husband wed;But die thy thoughts when thy first lord is dead. Player KingI don’t think you’ll marry another man but all your passion will die when I’m gone.
Both here and hence pursue me lasting strife,If, once a widow, ever I be wife! Player QueenIf I remarry, my life should be filled with strife and problems. I wouldn’t desire to be happy.
Sleep rock thy brain,And never come mischance between us twain! Player QueenGo to sleep. Let’s hope nothing gets between the two of us.
Madam, how like you this play? HamletMom, what do you think of the play?
The lady protests too much, methinks. Queen GertrudeThe Queen doesn’t really mean it, that’s ridiculous.
What do you call the play?– The Mouse-trap King ClaudiusWhat’s the play called?–Hamlet (trying to catch a mouse (Claudius)
You are as good as a chorus, my lord. OpheliaYou’re an excellent commentator, aren’t you? (Sarcastic)
I could interpret between you and your love, if Icould see the puppets dallying. HamletI could tell you what’s going on between us if I could see behind the scenes. (He knows people are spying on them)
You are keen, my lord, you are keen. OheliaWow, your observant.
It would cost you a groaning to take off my edge. HamletYou would have to have sex with me to make me less observant.
Thou mixture rank, of midnight weeds collected,With Hecate’s ban thrice blasted, thrice infected,Thy natural magic and dire property,On wholesome life usurp immediately.Pours the poison into the sleeper’s ears LucianusTalking about the poison he put together. this is going to take life away.
He poisons him i’ the garden for’s estate. Hisname’s Gonzago: the story is extant, and writ inchoice Italian: you shall see anon how the murderergets the love of Gonzago’s wife. HamletThis guy was poisoned in his garden at his house. (Points out how similar it is to what he thinks happened to his father).
The king rises. OpheliaThe King got up. (Causes a scene and everyone else has to leave when he goes)
What, frighted with false fire! HamletWhat, is he scared of a gun that only fired a blank?
How fares my lord? Queen GertrudeWhat’s wrong/how are you feeling?
Give o’er the play. Lord PoloniusStop the play!
Give me some light: away! King ClaudiusGet me out of here. Turn on the lights.
Why, let the stricken deer go weep,The hart ungalled play; HamletThe arrow (play) hit home to Claudius and now he is running away.
O good Horatio, I’ll take the ghost’s word for athousand pound. Didst perceive? HamletThe ghost is right. Did you see what I saw?
Very well, my lord. HoratioYea, I saw it too.
The king, sir,– GuildensternThe King sir,
Is in his retirement marvellous distempered. GuildensternWhen Claudius left ht play he was very upset.
Your wisdom should show itself more richer tosignify this to his doctor; for, for me to put himto his purgation would perhaps plunge him into farmore choler. HamletYou’d be smarter to tell his Doctor because if I make Claudius vomit out what’s bother him he will be in worse shape.
The queen, your mother, in most great affliction ofspirit, hath sent me to you. GuildensternThe Queen is very upset and has sen me to see you.
Then thus she says; your behavior hath struck herinto amazement and admiration. RosencrantzMom is shocked at your behavior and wants to talk to you.
O wonderful son, that can so astonish a mother! Butis there no sequel at the heels of this mother’sadmiration? Impart. Hamlet(Sarcastic) I must be great to shock my mother. Isn’t there something else my mom said?
We shall obey, were she ten times our mother. Haveyou any further trade with us? HamletI’m going to go see her. Do you want anything else?
My lord, you once did love me. RosencrantzYou and I used to be friends.
Good my lord, what is your cause of distemper? youdo, surely, bar the door upon your own liberty, ifyou deny your griefs to your friend. RosencrantzWhy don’t you tell us what is bother you. Your hurting yourself by not telling your friends.
Sir, I lack advancement. HamletI lack a job in the future.
How can that be, when you have the voice of the kinghimself for your succession in Denmark? RosencrantzHow can that be? Claudius said your next for the throne.
‘Tis as easy as lying: govern these ventages withyour fingers and thumb, give it breath with yourmouth, and it will discourse most eloquent music.Look you, these are the stops. HamletIt’s as easy as lying. Just put your fingers and thumb over the holes and blow into it. Then it will produce the most moving music. Here, the holes are here.
Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make ofme! You would play upon me; you would seem to knowmy stops; you would pluck out the heart of mymystery; you would sound me from my lowest note tothe top of my compass: HamletWell, look how you play me – as if you knew exactly where to put your fingers. To blow the mystery out of me, playing all the octaves out of my range.
. and there is much music,excellent voice, in this little organ; yet cannotyou make it speak. ‘Sblood, do you think I ameasier to be played on than a pipe? Call me whatinstrument you will, HamletAnd yet you can’t even produce music from this little instrument. Do you think I’m easier to play then a flute?
though you can fret me, yet youcannot play upon me. HamletYou can push my buttons but you can’t play me for a fool.
Do you see yonder cloud that’s almost in shape of a camel? HamletDo you see that cloud that looks like a camel?
By the mass, and ’tis like a camel, indeed. PoloniusIt does look like a camel.
Methinks it is like a weasel. HamletIt looks like a weasel to me.
It is backed like a weasel. HamletIt does have a back like a weasel.
They foolme to the top of my bent. HamletThey are trying as hard as they can to mess with me.
. Tis now the very witching time of night,When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes outContagion to this world: now could I drink hot blood,And do such bitter business as the dayWould quake to look on. HamletThis is the time of the night when witches come out, when grave yards open and the smell of hell seeps out. I could not drink hot blood and do terrible deeds that would scare people even in the daylight.
Soft! now to my mother.O heart, lose not thy nature; let not everThe soul of Nero enter this firm bosom:Let me be cruel, not unnatural:I will speak daggers to her, but use none HamletI’ve got to go see my mother. Oh heart, don’t grow weak (like Nero). Let me be cruel, but not inhuman. I’ll speak as sharp as a dagger to her but I won’t use one.