Ophelia What means this, my lord? Read more about Act 3, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "dumb show"
Hamlet Has ta'en with equal thanks. And blest are those Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled, That they are not a pipe for Fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee — something too much of this. Read more about Act 3, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "heart's core"
Hamlet Get thee to a nunnery. Why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest, but yet I could accuse me of such things that it were better my mother had not borne me. I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offenses at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in. What should such fellows as I do crawling between heaven and earth? We are arrant knaves all. Believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery. – Where's your father? Read more about Act 3, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: "beck"
Claudius How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience! The harlot's cheek, beautied with plast'ring art, Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it Than is my deed to my most painted word. Oh, heavy burden! Read more about Act 3, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: "beautied with plast'ring art"
Hamlet but called it an honest method. One speech in it I chiefly loved: 'twas Aeneas' tale to Dido, and thereabout of it especially where he speaks of Priam's slaughter. If it live in your memory, begin at this line — ‘let me see, let me see.’ The rugged Pyrrhus, like th' Hyrcanian beast — ‘It is not so; it begins with Pyrrhus — The rugged Pyrrhus, he whose sable arms, Black as his purpose, did the night resemble When he lay couched in the ominous horse, Has now this dread and black complexion smeared With heraldry more dismal. Head to foot, Now is he total gules, horridly tricked With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sons, Baked and empasted with the parching streets That lend a tyrannous and damnèd light To their vile murders. Roasted in wrath and fire, And thus o'ersizèd with coagulate gore, With eyes like carbuncles, the hellish Phyrrhus Old grandsire Priam seeks.’ So, proceed you. Read more about Act 2, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "Aeneas' tale to Dido"
Hamlet but called it an honest method. One speech in it I chiefly loved: 'twas Aeneas' tale to Dido, and thereabout of it especially where he speaks of Priam's slaughter. If it live in your memory, begin at this line — ‘let me see, let me see.’ The rugged Pyrrhus, like th' Hyrcanian beast — ‘It is not so; it begins with Pyrrhus — The rugged Pyrrhus, he whose sable arms, Black as his purpose, did the night resemble When he lay couched in the ominous horse, Has now this dread and black complexion smeared With heraldry more dismal. Head to foot, Now is he total gules, horridly tricked With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sons, Baked and empasted with the parching streets That lend a tyrannous and damnèd light To their vile murders. Roasted in wrath and fire, And thus o'ersizèd with coagulate gore, With eyes like carbuncles, the hellish Phyrrhus Old grandsire Priam seeks.’ So, proceed you. Read more about Act 2, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "Hyrcanian beast"
Hamlet I heard thee speak me a speech once, but it was never acted, or if it was, not above once. For the play, I remember, pleased not the million; 'twas caviar to the general. But it was, as I received it (and others whose judgment in such matters cried in the top of mine) an excellent play, well digested in the scenes, set down with as much modesty as cunning. I remember one said there was no sallets in the lines to make the matter savory, nor no matter in the phrase that might indict the author of affectation, Read more about Act 2, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "digested," "sallets," and "savory"
[Enter four or five Players.] Hamlet You are welcome, masters, welcome all. I am glad to see thee well. Welcome, good friends. [To a young actor] Oh, my old friend! Thy face is valanced since I saw thee last. Com'st thou to beard me in Denmark? [To a young boy actor] What, my young lady and mistress! By'r lady, your ladyship is nearer heaven than when I saw you last, by the altitude of a chopine. Pray God your voice, like a piece of uncurrent gold, be not cracked within the ring. [To all] Masters, you are all welcome. We'll e'en to't like French falconers — fly at anything we see. We'll have a speech straight. Come, give us a taste of your quality. Come, a passionate speech. Read more about Act 2, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "French falconers"
[Enter four or five Players.] Hamlet You are welcome, masters, welcome all. I am glad to see thee well. Welcome, good friends. [To a young actor] Oh, my old friend! Thy face is valanced since I saw thee last. Com'st thou to beard me in Denmark? [To a young boy actor] What, my young lady and mistress! By'r lady, your ladyship is nearer heaven than when I saw you last, by the altitude of a chopine. Pray God your voice, like a piece of uncurrent gold, be not cracked within the ring. [To all] Masters, you are all welcome. We'll e'en to't like French falconers — fly at anything we see. We'll have a speech straight. Come, give us a taste of your quality. Come, a passionate speech. Read more about Act 2, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "cracked"
Polonius If you call me Jephthah, my lord, I have a daughter that I love passing well. Hamlet Nay, that follows not. Polonius What follows then, my lord? Hamlet Why, "As by lot, God wot," and then you know, “It came to pass, as most like it was." The first row of the pious chanson will show you more; [Several actors approach] for look where my abridgments come. Read more about Act 2, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "Nay, that follows not"
