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Question #21
Were there any events that weren't clear to you?
Question #8
Why are the players becoming less popular in the city?
Act 3, page 0
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ACT III SCENE I� Setting: A room in the castle.
[Enter�KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, POLONIUS, OPHELIA, ROSENCRANTZ, and GUILDENSTERN ]
[Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN]
| KING CLAUDIUS | Sweet Gertrude, leave us too; | |
| For we have closely sent for Hamlet hither, | ||
| That he, as 'twere by accident, may here | 30 | |
| Affront Ophelia: | ||
| Her father and myself, lawful espials, | ||
| Will so bestow ourselves that, seeing, unseen, | ||
| We may of their encounter frankly judge, | ||
| And gather by him, as he is behaved, | ||
| If 't be the affliction of his love or no | ||
| That thus he suffers for. | ||
| QUEEN GERTRUDE | I shall obey you. | |
| And for your part, Ophelia, I do wish | ||
| That your good beauties be the happy cause | ||
| Of Hamlet's wildness: so shall I hope your virtues | 40 | |
| Will bring him to his wonted way again, | ||
| To both your honours. | ||
| OPHELIA | Madam, I wish it may. | |
| [Exit QUEEN GERTRUDE] | ||
| LORD POLONIUS | Ophelia, walk you here. Gracious, so please you, | |
| We will bestow ourselves. | ||
| [To OPHELIA] | ||
| Read on this book; | ||
| That show of such an exercise may colour | ||
| Your loneliness. We are oft to blame in this,–– | ||
| Tis too much proved––that with devotion's visage | ||
| And pious action we do sugar o'er | ||
| The devil himself. | ||
| KING CLAUDIUS | [Aside]�O, 'tis too true! | |
| How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience! | 50 | |
| The harlot's cheek, beautied with plastering art, | ||
| Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it | ||
| Than is my deed to my most painted word: | ||
| O heavy burthen! | ||
| LORD POLONIUS | I hear him coming: let's withdraw, my lord. |
[Exeunt KING CLAUDIUS and POLONIUS][Enter HAMLET]
| HAMLET | 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; | 60 | |
| 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, | 70 | |
| The 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 the unworthy takes, | ||
| When he himself might his quietus make | ||
| With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear, | ||
| To grunt and sweat under a weary life, | ||
| But that the dread of something after death, | ||
| The undiscover'd country from whose bourn | ||
| No traveller returns, puzzles the will | 80 | |
| 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 pith and moment | ||
| With this regard their currents turn awry, | ||
| And lose the name of action.––Soft you now! | ||
| The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons | ||
| Be all my sins remember'd. | ||
| OPHELIA | Good my lord, | 90 |
| How does your honour for this many a day? | ||
| HAMLET | I humbly thank you; well, well, well. | |
| OPHELIA | My lord, I have remembrances of yours, | |
| That I have longed long to re–deliver; | ||
| I pray you, now receive them. | ||
| HAMLET | No, not I; | |
| I never gave you aught. | ||
| OPHELIA | My honour'd lord, you know right well you did; | |
| And, with them, words of so sweet breath composed | ||
| As made the things more rich: their perfume lost, | ||
| Take these again; for to the noble mind | 100 | |
| Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. | ||
| There, my lord. | ||
| HAMLET | Ha, ha! are you honest? | |
| OPHELIA | My lord? | |
| HAMLET | Are you fair? | |
| OPHELIA | What means your lordship? | |
| HAMLET | That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should | |
| admit no discourse to your beauty. | ||
| OPHELIA | Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than | |
| with honesty? | 110 | |
| HAMLET | Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner | |
| transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the | ||
| force of honesty can translate beauty into his | ||
| likeness: this was sometime a paradox, but now the | ||
| time gives it proof. I did love you once. | ||
| OPHELIA | Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so. | |
| HAMLET | You should not have believed me; for virtue cannot | |
| so inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of | ||
| it: I loved you not. | ||
| OPHELIA | I was the more deceived. | 120 |
| 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 offences 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 earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves, | ||
| all; believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery. | ||
| Where's your father? | 130 | |
| OPHELIA | At home, my lord. | |
| HAMLET | Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the | |
| fool no where but in's own house. Farewell. | ||
| OPHELIA | O, help him, you sweet heavens! | |
| HAMLET | If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for | |
| thy dowry: be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as | ||
| snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a | ||
| nunnery, go: farewell. Or, if thou wilt needs | ||
| marry, marry a fool; for wise men know well enough | ||
| what monsters you make of them. To a nunnery, go, | ||
| and quickly too. Farewell. | 140 | |
| OPHELIA | O heavenly powers, restore him! | |
| HAMLET | I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God | |
| has given you one face, and you make yourselves | ||
| another: you jig, you amble, and you lisp, and | ||
| nick–name God's creatures, and make your wantonness | ||
| your ignorance. Go to, I'll no more on't; it hath | ||
| made me mad. I say, we will have no more marriages: | ||
| those that are married already, all but one, shall | ||
| live; the rest shall keep as they are. To a | ||
| nunnery, go. | ||
| [Exit] | ||
| OPHELIA | O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! | 150 |
| The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword; | ||
| The expectancy and rose of the fair state, | ||
| The glass of fashion and the mould of form, | ||
| The observed of all observers, quite, quite down! | ||
| And I, of ladies most deject and wretched, | ||
| That suck'd the honey of his music vows, | ||
| Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, | ||
| Like sweet bells jangled out of tune, and harsh; | ||
| That unmatch'd form and feature of blown youth | ||
| Blasted with ecstasy: O, woe is me, | 160 | |
| To have seen what I have seen, see what I see! |
[Re–enter KING CLAUDIUS and POLONIUS]
| KING CLAUDIUS | Love! his affections do not that way tend; | |
| Nor what he spake, though it lack'd form a little, | ||
| Was not like madness. There's something in his soul, | ||
| O'er which his melancholy sits on brood; | ||
| And I do doubt the hatch and the disclose | ||
| Will be some danger: which for to prevent, | ||
| I have in quick determination | ||
| Thus set it down: he shall with speed to England, | ||
| For the demand of our neglected tribute | 170 | |
| Haply the seas and countries different | ||
| With variable objects shall expel | ||
| This something–settled matter in his heart, | ||
| Whereon his brains still beating puts him thus | ||
| From fashion of himself. What think you on't? | ||
| LORD POLONIUS | It shall do well: but yet do I believe | |
| The origin and commencement of his grief | ||
| Sprung from neglected love. How now, Ophelia! | ||
| You need not tell us what Lord Hamlet said; | ||
| We heard it all. My lord, do as you please; | 180 | |
| But, if you hold it fit, after the play | ||
| Let his queen mother all alone entreat him | ||
| To show his grief: let her be round with him; | ||
| And I'll be placed, so please you, in the ear | ||
| Of all their conference. If she find him not, | ||
| To England send him, or confine him where | ||
| Your wisdom best shall think. | ||
| KING CLAUDIUS | It shall be so: | |
| Madness in great ones must not unwatch'd go. | ||
| [Exeunt] |
Question #13
What does Hamlet mean in the quote below?
"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."
Act 4, page 5
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ACT IV SCENE VI� Setting: Another room in the castle.
Enter HORATIO and a Servant.�
Question #15
What does Hamlet mean in the quote below?
"How all occasions do inform against me
And spur my dull revenge!"
Question #6
What did Hamlet do to Rosencrantz and Guildenstern's letter after reading it?
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