who's there? |
|
bernardo |
francisco |
1,1 |
1 |
|
stand and unfold yourself bernardo guard |
|
francisco |
|
1,1 |
2 |
|
'tis bitter cold and I am sick at heart bernardo |
|
francisco |
|
1,1 |
8 |
|
A piece of him horatio Bernardo |
|
horatio |
|
1,1 |
19 |
|
evt ghost appears 2 two times twice |
|
ghost |
|
1,1 |
41 |
& 128 |
daily cast of cannon massively importing [armaments] impress shipwrights |
|
marcellus |
|
1,1 |
75 |
|
sweaty haste Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day Marcellus |
|
marcellus |
|
1,1 |
79 |
|
mind's eye officers 2-petal lotus |
|
horatio |
|
1,1 |
117 |
|
graves stood tenantless ghost officers |
|
horatio |
|
1,1 |
120 |
|
ambitious Norway combated smote the sledded Polacks on the ice ghost officers Eden |
|
Horatio |
|
1,1 |
63 |
|
Who is’t that can inform me? is it That can I; officers |
|
Horatio |
|
1,1 |
81 |
|
moon sick doomsday eclipse precurse feared events harbingers preceding fates prologue omen coming heaven earth demonstrate fire trial |
|
horatio |
|
1,1 |
124 |
|
evt cock crows ghost vanishes |
|
ghost |
|
1,1 |
143 |
|
his warning sea fire, earth air, water all four elements extravagant erring spirit hies confine all heed him risen savior |
|
Horatio |
cock |
1,1 |
155 |
|
ever 'gainst that season comes Wherein our savior risen against Saviour's birth is celebrated, This bird of dawning singeth all night long cock |
|
marcellus |
cock |
1,1 |
162 |
|
morn in russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill sun |
|
horatio |
|
1,1 |
170 |
|
Hamlet dear brother's death memory be green it would befit us our whole kingdom To be contracted in one brow of woe Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature we with wisest sorrow think on him Together with remembrance of ourselves. remember front forehead |
|
claudius |
King Hamlet |
1,2 |
1 |
ff |
mirth in funeral |
|
claudius |
|
1,2 |
11 |
|
The head is not more native to the heart, The hand more instrumental to the mouth, Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father |
|
claudius |
laertes re: polonius |
1,2 |
47 |
|
she would hang on him As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on Niobe all tears a beast |
|
Hamlet |
Gertrude |
1,2 |
142 |
..149 |
A double blessing is a double grace |
|
Laertes |
Polonius |
1,3 |
54 |
|
The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail, |
|
Polonius |
Laertes |
1,3 |
57 |
|
green girl |
|
Polonius |
Ophelia |
1,3 |
102 |
|
At his head a grass-green turf |
|
Ophelia |
Polonius |
4,5 |
28 |
|
sepulchre Hath op'd opened his ponderous and marble jaws cast thee up again |
|
Hamlet |
Ghost |
1,4 |
48 |
|
dread pleasures Claudius Gertrude |
|
Rosencrantz |
Majesties |
2,2 |
28 |
|
you are a fishmonger |
|
Hamlet |
Polonius |
2,2 |
174 |
|
dreaded sight Marcellus |
|
Marcellus |
Ghost |
1,1 |
25 |
|
dread lord |
|
Laertes |
claudius |
1,2 |
49 |
|
dreadful secrecy |
|
Horatio |
Hamlet |
1,2 |
207 |
|
morning cock crew loud |
|
Horatio |
Hamlet |
1,2 |
217 |
|
What if it tempt you toward the flood, dreadful summit cliff beetles o'er his base into sea over hanging out there assume some other horrible form
Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason
And draw you into madness? The very place puts toys of desperation,
Without more motive, into every brain
That looks so many fathoms to the sea
And hears it roar beneath. air water trial eee |
|
Horatio |
Hamlet
Ghost |
1,4 |
69 |
air
water |
O all you host of heaven! O earth! What else? And shall I couple hell? O fie, hold, hold, my heart, couple: mate with And you, my sinews, grow not instant old, But bear me stiffly up. fire trial |
|
Hamlet |
|
1,5 |
91 |
fire |
the time is out of joint O cursed spite That ever I was born to set it right! trial fire |
|
Hamlet |
|
1,5 |
188 |
|
dread command |
|
Hamlet |
Ghost |
3,4 |
108 |
|
dread of something after death |
|
Hamlet |
|
3,1 |
78 |
|
For Hamlet, and the trifling of his favor, Hold it a fashion and a toy in blood, A violet in the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting, The perfume and suppliance of a minute, No more. nature crescent The chariest maid is prodigal enough If she unmask her beauty to the moon. in the morn and liquid dew of youth Contagious blastments are most imminent. Be wary then, best safety lies in fear: water
|
|
Laertes |
Ophelia |
1,3 |
7 |
ff |
'Tis in my memory lock'd locked |
|
Ophelia |
Laertes |
1,3 |
85 |
|
Give thy thoughts no tongue Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them unto thy soul with hoops of steel time invests you, go [to France]: |
|
Polonius |
Laertes |
1,3 |
60 |
ff |
he hath importun’d importuned me with love In honorable fashion. hath given countenance to his speech, my lord, With almost all the holy vows of heaven. |
|
Ophelia |
Polonius
Hamlet |
1,3 |
111 |
ff |
My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France polonius |
|
Laertes |
|
1,2 |
54 |
|
Polonius feigns reluctance, but in fact heartily approves of his son's pursuits in France, land of Thoughtful Soul H'ath, my lord, wrung from me my slow leave
By laborsome petition, and at last Upon his will I seal'd my hard consent |
|
Polonius |
claudius |
1,2 |
57 |
|
more than kin, and less than kind |
|
hamlet |
claudius |
1,2 |
64 |
|
I am too much in the Sun fire trial |
|
hamlet |
claudius |
1,2 |
66 |
|
vailed veiled lids Seek thy noble father in the dust |
|
Gertrude |
hamlet |
1,2 |
69 |
|
inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black melancholic earth trial |
|
hamlet |
Gertrude |
1,2 |
76 |
|
I have that within which passes show |
|
hamlet |
Gertrude |
1,2 |
84 |
|
going back to school in Wittenberg It is most retrograde to our desire |
|
Claudius |
Hamlet |
1,2 |
114 |
|
No jocund health that Denmark drinks today alcoholism |
|
Claudius |
|
1,2 |
125 |
|
O, that this too, too sullied flesh would melt,
Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew, Or that the Everlasting had not fixed His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God, God, How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on 't, ah fie! 'Tis an unweeded garden That grows to seed. Things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this: But two months dead – nay, not so much, not two. So excellent a king, that was to this Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and Earth, Must I remember? fire eee |
|
Hamlet |
|
1,2 |
130 |
ff earth fire water |
King Hamlet] Hyperion . . [Claudius] a satyr |
|
hamlet |
claudius |
1,2 |
139 |
|
Horatio – or I do forget myself. |
|
hamlet |
Horatio |
1,2 |
161 |
|
Horatio . . fellow student . . from Wittenberg |
|
hamlet |
Horatio |
1,2 |
161 |
ff |
We'll teach you to drink deep alcoholism eee |
|
hamlet |
Horatio |
1,2 |
175 |
|
My father – methinks I see my father. In my mind's eye 2-petal lotus |
|
hamlet |
Horatio |
1,2 |
184 |
|
upon the platform threshold where we watch mercury guardian |
|
Horatio |
Ghost |
1,2 |
213 |
|
countenance more In sorrow than in anger |
|
Horatio |
Ghost |
1,2 |
232 |
|
Hamlet laments hereditary tendency alcoholism dram evil resulting much scandal Ghost appears affirmation evt |
|
hamlet |
|
1,4 |
7 |
-36 |
My fate cries out, makes each petty artere artery body hardy Nemean lion's nerve. |
|
hamlet |
|
1,4 |
82 |
|
He waxes desperate with Imagination |
|
Horatio |
Hamlet |
1,4 |
88 |
|
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark. Heaven will direct it.
|
|
Horatio |
|
1,4 |
91 |
|
I am thy father’s spirit,
Doom’d for a certain term to walk the night,
And for the day confin’d to fast in fires,
Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature
Are burnt and purg’d away. But that I am forbid
To tell the secrets of my prison-house,
I could a tale unfold whose lightest word
Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,
Make thy two eyes like stars start from their spheres,
But this eternal blazon must not be
To ears of flesh and blood. confined purged trial |
|
Ghost |
Hamlet |
1,5 |
9 |
fire |
I find thee apt… |
|
Ghost |
Hamlet |
1,5 |
31 |
|
’Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard, A serpent stung me… . . but know, thou noble youth, The serpent that did sting thy father's life Now wears his crown.
|
|
Ghost |
Hamlet |
1,5 |
35 |
|
Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast,
With witchcraft of his wits, with traitorous gifts – O wicked wit and gifts that have the power So to seduce!—won to his shameful lust The will of my most seeming virtuous queen. O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there From me, whose love was of that dignity to decline Upon a wretch whose natural gifts were poor To those of mine! But virtue, as it never will be moved, Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven,
So lust, though to a radiant angel link’d, Will sate itself in a celestial bed celestial bed: Garden of Eden And prey on garbage. claudius gertrude eee Claudius Gertrude |
|
Ghost |
|
1,5 |
42 |
ff |
ebony Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole, With juice of cursed hebona in a vial And in the porches of my ears did pour The leprous distillment, whose effect Holds such an enmity with blood of man That swift as quicksilver it courses through The natural gates and alleys of the body, And with a sudden vigor it doth posset And curd, like eager droppings into milk, The thin and wholesome blood. So did it mine, And a most instant tetter barked about, Most lazar-like, with vile and loathsome crust All my smooth body. Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's hand Of life, of crown, of queen at once dispatched… |
|
Ghost |
Hamlet |
1,5 |
61 |
|
remember me |
|
Ghost |
Hamlet |
1,5 |
90 |
|
Remember thee! Remember thee? thy commandment all alone shall live
Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmixed with baser matter. Yes, by heaven! |
|
Hamlet |
Ghost |
1,5 |
96 |
|
O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!
My tables – meet it is I set it down That one may smile and smile and be a villain. joker clown
|
|
Hamlet |
Claudius |
1,5 |
105 |
|
Art thou there, truepenny? |
|
Hamlet |
Ghost |
1,5 |
152 |
|
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
|
|
Hamlet |
Horatio |
1,5 |
168 |
|
O, my lord, my lord, I have been so affrighted!
P. With what, I’ the name of God?
O. My lord, as I was sewing in my chamber,
Lord Hamlet, with his doublet all unbraced;
No hat upon his head; his stockings foul’d, Ungarter’d, and down-gyved to his ankle;
Pale as his shirt; his knees knocking each other; And with a look so piteous in purport
As if he had been loosed out of hell
To speak of horrors,– he comes before me.
P. [surprised, excited] Mad for thy love?
O. [taken aback, more upset] But truly, I do fear it. ungartered fire trial |
|
Ophelia |
Polonius
Hamlet |
2,1 |
76 |
|
truly, I do fear it he's Mad for [my] thy love |
|
Ophelia |
Hamlet |
2,1 |
87 |
|
He took me by the wrist and held me hard;
Then goes he to the length of all his arm; And, with his other hand thus o’er his brow, He falls to such perusal of my face
As ’a would draw it. Long stay’d he so;
At last, a little shaking of mine arm
And thrice his head thus waving up and down, He rais’d a sigh so piteous and profound As it did seem to shatter all his bulk
And end his being: that done, he lets me go: And, with his head over his shoulder turn’d, He seem’d to find his way without his eyes; For out o’ doors he went without their helps, And, to the last, bended their light on me. back backward trial |
|
Ophelia |
Polonius
Hamlet |
2,1 |
88 |
|
He seem'd to find his way without his eyes seemed back backward |
|
Ophelia |
Hamlet |
2,1 |
99 |
|
This is the very ecstasy of love |
|
Polonius |
Ophelia |
2,1 |
104 |
|
it is as proper to our age To cast beyond ourselves in our opinions |
|
Polonius |
Ophelia |
2,1 |
116 |
|
For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog, being a good kissing carrion – Have you a daughter? Let her not walk i' th' sun: Conception is a blessing, but as your daughter may conceive, friend, look to't. Ophelia fire earth trial |
|
Hamlet |
Polonius |
2,2 |
181 |
|
for yourself, sir, shall grow old as I am, if like a crab you could go backward. |
|
Hamlet |
Polonius |
2,2 |
196 |
|
These tedious old fools! |
|
hamlet |
Polonius |
2,2 |
208 |
|
What have you, my good friends, deserved at the hands of Fortune that she sends you to prison hither? Denmark’s a prison. O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams earth trial |
|
Hamlet |
Guildenstern Rosencrantz |
2,2 |
226 |
|
clown shall make those laugh whose lungs are tickle o' th' sear melancholic |
|
Hamlet |
Guildenstern Rosencrantz |
2,2 |
283 |
earth |
my uncle-father and aunt-mother are deceived. I am but mad north-northwest. When the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw. |
|
Hamlet |
Guildenstern Rosencrantz |
2,2 |
312 |
|
Roscius was an actor in Rome |
|
hamlet |
Polonius |
2,2 |
322 |
|
great baby you see there is not yet out of his swaddling clouts clothes |
|
hamlet |
Polonius |
2,2 |
316 |
|
O Jephthah, judge of Israel, what a treasure hadst thou! “One fair daughter, and no more, The which he loved passing well.” Am I not i' th' right, old Jephthah? |
|
Hamlet |
Polonius |
2,2 |
332 |
ff |
puts on this confusion Grating so harshly all his days of quiet
With turbulent and dangerous lunacy claudius knows hamlet sane air trial earth moon |
|
Claudius |
Hamlet |
3,1 |
2 |
|
He does confess he feels himself distracted, But from what cause ’a will by no means speak. with a crafty madness keeps aloof When we would bring him on to some confession Of his true state. fire air trial initiate secrecy occult |
|
RosencrantzM |
Claudius
Hamlet |
3,1 |
5 |
ff |
Ophelia, I do wish That your good beauties be the happy cause Of Hamlet's wildness. fire air trial |
|
Gertrude |
Ophelia |
3,1 |
38 |
ff |
with devotion's visage And pious action we do sugar o'er The devil himself. |
|
Polonius |
|
3,1 |
47 |
|
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,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And, by opposing, end them? To die, to sleep –
No more – and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to – 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep –
To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there’s the rub, For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil
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, Th’ oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law’s delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th’ unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would these fardels
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country from whose bourn
No traveler returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action. |
|
Hamlet |
|
3,1 |
56 |
ff |
eee To bEE or not to bEE Or to take arms against a sEE of troubles To die, to slEEp a consummation devoutlEE to be wished perchance to drEEm When he himself might his quiEEtus make the respect that makes calamitEE |
|
Hamlet |
|
3,1 |
56 |
ff |
To be or not to be – ay, there's the point q1 |
|
hamlet |
|
3,1 |
65 |
|
Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins remembered |
|
Hamlet |
Ophelia |
3,1 |
88 |
|
I have remembrances of yours That I have longed long to re-deliver |
|
Ophelia |
Hamlet |
3,1 |
92 |
|
What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven? |
|
Hamlet |
Ophelia |
3,1 |
143 |
|
what he spake sane spoke Was not like madness. |
|
Claudius |
Hamlet |
3,1 |
154 |
|
Haply the seas, and countries different, With variable objects, shall expel This something-settled matter in his heart, |
|
Claudius |
Hamlet |
3,1 |
162 |
|
out-of-touch, anachronistic Polonius misjudges Hamlet: I believe The origin and commencement of his grief Sprung from neglected love |
|
Polonius |
claudius |
3,1 |
167 |
|
Horatio, thou art e’en even as just a man As e’er ever my conversation coped withal. thee no revenue hast but thy good spirits Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice And could of men distinguish, her election Hath S’Hath sealed thee for herself For thou hast been As one in suffering all that suffers nothing, A man that Fortune's buffets and rewards Hast ta'en with equal thanks 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. eee |
|
Hamlet |
Horatio |
3,2 |
32 |
|
his occulted guilt |
|
hamlet |
claudius |
3,2 |
59 |
|
I eat the air, promise-crammed. trial |
|
hamlet |
claudius |
3,2 |
72 |
|
I did enact Julius Caesar. I was killed Capitol Brutus killed me. Hamlet It was a brute part of him to kill so capital a calf there. |
|
Polonius
hamlet |
|
3,2 |
77 |
|
let the stroocken deer go weep The hart ungalled play For some must watch, while some must sleep: Thus runs the world away. |
|
Hamlet |
claudius |
3,2 |
227 |
|
O Damon dear |
|
hamlet |
Horatio |
3,2 |
233 |
|
this realm dismantled was Of Jove himself now reigns here pajock peacock air trial ghost |
|
Hamlet |
King Hamlet Claudius |
3,2 |
234 |
|
The King, sir – Gl. Is in his retirement marvelous distempered with choler. |
|
Guildenstern |
Hamlet |
3,2 |
247 |
|
Good my lord, what is your cause of distemper? |
|
Rosencrantz |
hamlet |
3,2 |
275 |
|
I lack advancement.
…Ay, sir, but “While the grass grows…” – the proverb is something musty.
in full: While the grass grows, the steed starves.
fire air trial Claudius |
|
Hamlet |
Rosencrantz |
3,2 |
279 |
|
O, the recorders! Let me see one. why do you go about to recover the wind of me, as if you would drive me into a toil? fire air trial |
|
Hamlet |
Rosencrantz |
3,2 |
281 |
|
you would pluck out the heart of my mystery, you would sound me
from my lowest note to the top of my compass; ’Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me. fire air trial |
|
Hamlet |
Rosencrantz |
3,2 |
293 |
|
Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a camel? By th' Mass, and 'tis like a camel indeed Methinks it is like a weasel Or like a whale Very like a whale air trial |
|
Hamlet |
Polonius |
3,2 |
299 |
|
he to England shall along with you evt |
|
Claudius |
Guildenstern Rosencrantz |
3,3 |
4 |
|
The terms our estate may not endure Hazard so dangerous as doth hourly grow Out of his brows front forehead |
|
Claudius |
Hamlet |
3,3 |
5 |
|
That spirit upon whose weal depend and rest The lives of many divine right kings |
|
Rosencrantz |
Claudius |
3,3 |
14 |
|
The [cease] of majesty cess Dies not alone; but, like a gulf, doth draw What's near it with it |
|
Rosencrantz |
Claudius |
3,3 |
15 |
|
my offense hath has the primal eldest curse upon’t upon it A brother's murder. King Hamlet Ghost cain |
|
Claudius |
|
3,3 |
36 |
|
to double business bound |
|
Claudius |
|
3,3 |
41 |
|
Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice, And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law: |
|
Claudius |
|
3,3 |
58 |
|
Words without thoughts never to heaven go. |
|
Claudius |
|
3,3 |
97 |
|
Hidden/Occult Spy/Confessor: sends Reynaldo to spy on Laertes; Polonius & Claudius spy while baiting Hamlet with Ophelia; Listens concealed in Queen's “closet” while she tries to correct him bedroom Gertrude counselor councilor 3,4 3,1 |
|
Polonius |
|
2,1
|
30 |
ff |
Hamlet's pranks have been too broad to bear with |
|
Polonius |
Gertrude |
3,4 |
2 |
|
Mother, you have my Father much offended. |
|
hamlet |
Gertrude |
3,4 |
10 |
|
you question with a wicked tongue! |
|
hamlet |
Gertrude |
3,4 |
12 |
|
would it were not so! – you are my mother. |
|
hamlet |
Gertrude |
3,4 |
16 |
|
Almost as bad, good mother, As kill a king, and marry with his brother |
|
hamlet |
Gertrude |
3,4 |
30 |
|
Take thy fortune; Thou find’st to be too busy is some danger |
|
hamlet |
Polonius |
3,4 |
33 |
|
let me wring your heart; for so I shall, If it be made of penetrable stuff, If damned custom have not braz’d it so That it be proof and bulwark against sense. |
|
hamlet |
Gertrude |
3,4 |
35 |
|
Heavens face doth glow O'er this solidity and compound mass With heated visage, as against the doom, Is thought-sick at the act. |
|
hamlet |
Gertrude |
3,4 |
48 |
|
Such an act That blurs the grace and blush of modesty, Calls virtue hypocrite, takes off the rose From the fair forehead of an innocent love And sets a blister there |
|
hamlet |
Gertrude |
3,4 |
40 |
|
See what a grace was seated on this brow Hyperion’s Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself An eye like Mars, to threaten and command station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill A combination and a form indeed Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man This was your husband forehead ghost |
|
hamlet |
King Hamlet |
3,4 |
55 |
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How Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And batten on this moor? |
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hamlet |
King Hamlet |
3,4 |
66 |
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What devil was’t
That thus hath cozen’d you at hoodman-blind? |
|
hamlet |
King Hamlet |
3,4 |
76 |
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Rebellious hell,
If thou canst mutine in a matron’s bones,
To flaming youth let virtue be as wax
And melt in her own fire. Proclaim no shame When the compulsive ardour gives the charge, Since frost itself as actively doth burn
And reason pardons will. |
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hamlet |
King Hamlet |
3,4 |
82 |
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A murderer and a villain, A slave that is not twentieth part the tithe
Of your precedent lord; a vice of kings,
A cutpurse of the empire and the rule, That from a shelf the precious diadem stole And put it in his pocket –
A king of shreds [notices Ghost, trails off ] and patches Claudius |
|
hamlet |
Gertrude
Hamlet |
3,4 |
96 |
|
Save me and hover o’er me with your wings,
You heavenly guards! – What would your gracious figure? Alas, he’s mad!
Do you not come your tardy son to chide,
That, laps’d in time and passion, lets go by
Th’ important acting of your dread command?
O, say! |
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hamlet |
Ghost |
3,4 |
103 |
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Do not forget! This visitation Is but to whet thine almost blunted purpose. But look, amazement on thy mother sits. Ohhhh.. step between her and her fighting soul. Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works. Speak to her, Hamlet. remember me |
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Ghost |
hamlet |
3,4 |
109 |
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His form and cause conjoin’d, conjoined preaching to stones, Luke 19:27: if they are silent, the stones will speak Would make them capable. |
|
hamlet |
King Hamlet ghost |
3,4 |
125 |
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Do not look upon me, all the more loudly. Lest with this piteous action you convert My stern effects. Then what I have to do Will want true color – tears perchance for blood. |
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hamlet |
Ghost |
3,4 |
126 |
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O Hamlet, thou hast cleft my heart in twain!
O, throw away the worser part of it,
And live the purer with the other half! |
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hamlet
Gertrude |
|
3,4 |
155 |
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I must to England |
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hamlet |
Gertrude |
3,4 |
199 |
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my two schoolfellows, Whom I will trust as I will adders fanged |
|
hamlet |
Guildenstern Rosencrantz |
3,4 |
201 |
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I will delve one yard below their mines
And blow them at the moon. O, ’tis most sweet When in one line two crafts directly meet. |
|
hamlet |
Guildenstern Rosencrantz |
3,4 |
207 |
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A certain convocation of politic worms are e'en at him. Your worm is your only emperor for diet |
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hamlet |
Polonius |
4,3 |
20 |
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you shall nose him as you go up the stairs |
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hamlet |
claudius
Polonius |
4,3 |
31 |
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I see a cherub that sees them But come, for England. Initiation Imagination purposes. |
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hamlet |
claudius |
4,3 |
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We go to gain a little patch of ground that hath in it no profit but the name. captain hamlet earth trial |
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|
Hamlet |
4,4 |
18 |
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'Twere good she were spoken with, for she may strew
Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds. |
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Horatio |
Gertrude |
4,5 |
14 |
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How should I your true love know from another one?
By his cockle hat and staff and his sandal shoon. martyr St. James |
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Ophelia |
Hamlet |
4,5 |
23 |
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For good Polonius' death, and we have done but greenly In hugger-mugger to inter him |
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Claudius |
|
4,5 |
73 |
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White his shroud as the mountain snow Larded all with sweet flowers;
Which bewept to the ground did not go With true-love showers. plant water |
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Ophelia |
Polonius |
4,5 |
30 |
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There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance. Pray you, love, remember. And there is pansies, that’s for thoughts. fennel for you, and columbines. violets, but they wither’d withered all when my father died. herb of grace o’ Sundays. You may wear your rue with a difference. daisy plant moon |
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Ophelia |
Polonius |
4,5 |
159 |
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If he be now returned as the King at his voyage [Hamlet] trial |
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Claudius |
Laertes |
4,7 |
58 |
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There is a willow grows askant the brook
That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream.
Therewith fantastic garlands did she make
Of crowflowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples
There on the pendant boughs her crownet weeds Clamb’ring clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke,
When down her weedy trophies and herself
Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide,
And mermaid-like awhile they bore her up,
Which time she chanted snatches of old lauds,
As one incapable of her own distress,
Or like a creature native and indued
Unto that element. But long it could not be
Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,
Pulled the poor wretch from her melodious lay
To muddy death. water plant |
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Gertrude |
Ophelia |
4,7 |
156 |
ff |
Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia |
|
Laertes |
Ophelia |
4,7 |
175 |
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By the Lord, Horatio, this three years I have took note of it: the age is grown so pick’d that the toe of the peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier, he galls his kibe. picked Christ Risen One ghost |
|
Hamlet |
Horatio |
5,1 |
88 |
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eee There's a divinity DivinitEE divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will. |
|
Hamlet |
|
5,2 |
10 |
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Dost know this waterfly? ’tis a vice to know him. He hath much land, and fertile.
Let a beast be lord of beasts and his crib shall stand
at the king’s mess. ’Tis a chough, but, as I say,
spacious in the possession of dirt. |
|
Hamlet |
Osric |
5,2 |
85 |
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