hamlet act 4 literary devices

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