| metaphor / personification | mad as the sea and wind when both contendwhich is the mightier |
| anaphora / personification | his liberty is full of threats to all –to you yourself, to us, to everyone |
| metaphor | whose whisper o’er the world’s diameteras level as the cannon to his blanktransports his poisoned shot, may miss our nameand hit the woundless air |
| metaphor | besides, to be demanded of a sponge! what replication should be made by the son of a king? |
| simile | like an ape, in the corner of his jaw, first mouthed to be last swallowed |
| synecdoche | a knavish speech sleeps in a foolish ear |
| chiasmus | the body is with the king, but the king is not with the body. the king is a thing |
| metaphor | not where he eats, but where ‘a is eaten. a certain convocation of politic worms are e’en at him |
| metonymy | do it, england |
| metaphor, apostrophe, couplet | for like the hectic in my blood he rages,and thou must cure me. till i know’ tis donehowe’er my haps, my joys will ne’er begin |
| metonymy | the nephew to old Norway |
| couplet | oh from this time forth,my thoughts be bloody or be nothing worth |
| apostrophe | to my sick soul |
| metaphor | so full of artless jealousy is guilt,it spills itself in fearing to be spilt |
| metaphor | and wants not buzzers to infect his earwith pestilent speeches of his father’s death |
| hyperbole | like to a murdering piece, in many placesgives me superfluous death |
| stichomythia | L: where is my fatherK: deadQ: but not by himK: let him demand his fill |
| simile | like a good child and a true gentleman |
| simile | it shall as level to your judgment ‘pearas day does to your eye |
| epithet | is’t possible a young maid’s witsshould be as mortal as a poor man’s life? |
| metaphor | convert his gyves to graces, so that my arrows, too slightly timbered for so loud a windwould have reverted to my bow again,but not where i have aimed them |
| rhetorical questions | what should this mean? are all the rest come back? or is it some abuse, and no such thing? |
| simile | or are you like the painting of a sorrow,a face without a heart |
| inverted syntax | why ask you this |
| litotes | not that i think you did not love your father |
| metaphor | time qualifies the spark and fire of it |
| epithet | but good laertes |
| metaphor | and mermaid-like awhile they bore her up |
| simile | like a creature native and endured |
hamlet act 4 literary devices
July 30, 2019