"I am your dead father's soul." "I am your father's soul." "If ever you loved me..." "Revenge my murder!" "Goodbye." "Remember me!" "I began with the task to remind me the horrid, horrid, horrid event, to exalt my filial piety, to wring again from my father his last bloodied cry, to warm over my plate of vengeance." "And then instead" "I began to take a liking to my work." "Little by little" "I forgot that it concerned my murdered father, my prostitute mother, my throne," "I went merrily along arm in arm with the fictions of a lovely subject for this subject... is lovely." "Kate, what's the matter?" "I may be nothing but a poor wretch but my soul is a noble one." "God knows how many sublime heroines I wore down on stage but when I read my scenes, you wrote so in that peculiar play of yours it's just alike our poor destiny, pitiful and pitiless." "How unique and misunderstood you must be, and not mad as people say." "This is nothing..." "I'll read you everything." "We'll go and live in Paris." "I love you, love you..." "love you." "Get dressed!" "On stage you are like an angel." "A legend." "We'll be a hit." "Get dressed." "I don't give a damn about my throne." "The dead are dead We'll see the world, Paris." "My life:" "En garde!" " Horatio!" "Or I do forget myself." " Hail to your lordship!" " Horatio!" "Or I do forget myself." " Yes." "Your Lordship." "And what make you from Wittenberg?" "A truant disposition, good my lord." "I know you are no truant." "But what is your affair here?" "My lord, I came to see your father's funeral." "I think it was to see my mother's wedding." " Indeed, my lord, it followed hard upon." " Thrift, thrift, Horatio!" "The funeral baked meats did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables." "Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven or ever I had seen that day!" "My father- methinks I see my father." "Where, my lord?" "In my mind's eye, Horatio." "I saw him once." "He was a goodly king." "He was a man, take him for all in all." "I shall not look upon his like again." "I think I saw him yester night." "Saw who?" " The King, your father." " The King, my father?" "Two nights together Bernardo and Marcellus on their watch in the dead vast and middle of the night been thus encounter'd." "a figure like your father, armed at point exactly, cap-a-pe, appears before them" "This to me in dreadful secrecy impart they did;" "and I with them the third night kept the watch." "Where, as they had deliver'd, both in time, form of the thing the apparition comes." "Each word made true and good." "I knew your father." "These hands are not more like." "But where was this?" " Upon the platform where we watched." " Did you not speak to it?" "My lord, I did;" "But answer made it none." "Yet once methought it lifted up its head like as it would speak;" "but even then the morning cock crew loud, and at the sound it vanish'd from our sight." " 'Tis very strange." " 'tis true;" "This troubles me..." " Arm'd, say you?" " Arm'd, my lord." " From top to toe?" " From head to foot." " Then saw you not his face?" " O, yes, my lord; he wore his beaver up." " What, look'd he frowningly?" " More in sorrow than in anger." " Pale or red?" " Nay, very pale." " And fix'd his eyes upon you?" " Constantly." " I would I had been there." " It would have much amazed you." "Very like, very like." "Was his beard... his beard..." "His beard was grizzled?" "A sable silver'd." "It was, as in his life." "Tonight." "I will watch to-night;" "Perchance 'twill walk again." "I warrant it will." "If it assume my noble father's person," "I'll speak to it, though hell itself should stop me." "Horatio, Horatio." "I pray you, Horatio." "Let it be tenable in your silence still." "Hail to your majesty!" "Affection..." "Goodbye!" "Remember me!" "..." "Forgive me..." "forgive me !" "Will you forgive me, father?" "Won't you?" "After all..." "you know me." " Although yet be green the memory..." " Disgust, disgust, disgust..." " of our dear brother's death, Hamlet..." " Just dead..." "We can think on him together with remembrance of ourselves" "Therefore our sometime sister, now our queen," "Have we, as 'twere... with a defeated joy," " Frailty, thy name is woman." "That is with an auspicious and a dropping eye," " With mirth in funeral" " Just the same the dead king, just the same!" " and with dirge in marriage," " Just alike!" " In equal scale weighing delight and dole - ...jelly with the act of fear..." "We have, I was saying, taken to wife." "Nor have we herein barr'd your better wisdoms, which have freely gone with this affair along." "Therefore our thanks for all." "And now, Laertes, what's the news with you?" "You told us of some suit;" "what is't, Laertes?" "To return to France!" "What says Polonius?" "I do beseech you, give him leave to go." "Take thy fair hour, Laertes;" "time be thine, and thy best graces spend it at thy will!" "And you, Hamlet dear cousin, and son" "A little more than kin, and less than kind." "How is it that the clouds still hang on you?" "I am too much in the sun." "'Tis sweet and commendable in nature," "Hamlet, to give these mourning duties to your father, but you must know, your father lost a father;" "That father lost, lost his." "Now!" "Being the survivor for some term bound in filial obligation to do obsequious sorrow... is noble!" "But to persevere in obstinate condolement is a course of impious stubbornness;" "'tis unmanly grief;" "it shows a will most incorrect to heaven, a heart unfortified, a mind impatient, an understanding simple and unschool'd:" "For what we know must be and is as common as any the most vulgar thing to sense, why should we in our peevish opposition take it to heart?" "Fie!" "'tis a fault to heaven, a fault against the dead, a fault to nature, to reason most absurd:" "whose common theme is death of fathers, and who still hath cried, from the first corse till he that died to-day," ""This must be so."" "Therefore we pray you, throw to earth this unprevailing woe, and think of us as of a father:" "for..." "let the world take note, you are the most immediate to our throne." " Let not thy mother lose her prayers." " I shall in all my best obey you." "This is a loving and a fair reply..." "Be as ourself in Denmark." "Come, madam." "This gentle and unforced accord of Hamlet sits smiling to my heart." "In grace whereof, no jocund health that Denmark drinks to-day," " but the great cannon" " The time is out of joint." " to the clouds shall tell, - but maybe I was born to set it right!" "and the king's rouse the heavens shall bruit again, respeaking earthly thunder." "Come away." ""The spirit that I have seen may be the devil and the devil hath power to assume a pleasing shape and as he is very potent out of my spleen and my melancholy, abuses me to damn me" "I'll have grounds more relative than this to my aim."" "[FREUD] According to my already extensive experience, parents play a leading part in the infantile psychology of all persons who subsequently become psychoneurotics." "Falling in love with one parent and hating the other forms part of the permanent stock of the psychic impulses which arise in early childhood, and are of such importance as the material of the subsequent neurosis." "I am referring to the legend of King Oedipus and the Oedipus Rex of Sophocles." "Oedipus, the son of Laius and Jocasta, is exposed as a suckling, because an oracle had informed the father that his son would be his murderer." "Oedipus is rescued, and grows up as a king's son at a foreign court, until, being uncertain of his origin, he, too, consults the oracle, and is warned to avoid his native place," "for he is destined to become the murderer of his father and the husband of his mother." " Thanks Rosencrantz and Guildenstern!" " Thanks Guildenstern and Rosencrantz!" "On the road leading away from his supposed home he meets King Laius, and in a sudden quarrel strikes him dead." "He comes to Thebes, where he solves the riddle of the Sphinx, who is barring the way, whereupon he is elected king by the grateful Thebans, and is rewarded with the hand of Jocasta." "He reigns for many years in peace and honour, and begets two sons and two daughters upon his unknown mother, until at last a plague breaks out which causes the Thebans to consult the oracle anew." "Here Sophocles' tragedy begins." "The plague will stop as soon as the murderer of Laius is driven from the country." "But where is he?" ""Where shall be found, Faint, and hard to be known the trace of the ancient guilt?"" "Oedipus himself is the murderer of Laius, but he is also the son of the murdered man and Jocasta." "Shocked by the abominable crime which he has unwittingly committed," "Oedipus blinds himself, and departs from his native city." "The oracle's prophecy has been fulfilled." "Forgive me, forgive me!" "I didn't mean to do it!" "Order me to make any expiation." "But I'm so good, I have a heart of gold of the sort you rarely find anywhere today" "You do understand me, don't you?" "Is your father ill, by chance?" "Too bad!" "I don't ask anything from anyone." "I am without a single friend." "I have not a friend to tell my story;" "a friend who precedes me everywhere and spares me the explanations that murder me." "I haven't a single girl to appreciate me." "Ah, yes, a nurse!" "A nurse devoted to her art, offering kisses only to dying men, men 'in extremis'," "who would not live to boast of them afterwards." "But as soon as they get back home men and Women jointly may well admire my scruples about existence," "but they will not imitate them at all nor will they be ashamed, once alone." "From a loved man to a loved woman, in a family." "Later on, I shall be accused of having started a school." "How lonely am I!" "And this age has nothing whatsoever to do with it." "And I don't want any more to be me." "No more the cold aesthete, the sophist;" "but live in your native village;" "but live for small conquests;" "marketing placidly, in oblivion like your father, like the pharmacist." "And I don't want any more to be me." "I cannot bear the sight of a young lady's tears." "Because to make a young lady cry is more irreparable than to marry her." "Because tears belong to children." "Because shedding tears simply shows a grief so deep that all years of social and rational hardening break through and are drowned in that spring that gushes forth from childhood, from the primitive creature incapable of evil." "But it's late now." "Kisses and theories must wait until tomorrow." "[FREUD] It may be that we were all destined to direct our first sexual impulses toward our mothers, and our first impulses of hatred toward our fathers;" "our dreams convince us that we were." "King Oedipus, who slew his father Laius and wedded his mother Jocasta, is nothing more than a wish-fulfillment of a wish of our childhood." "Hold me for your friend" "I swear on my head and by the honour of the Table Round," "I will be loyal to thee and work thy work," "And tame thy jailing princess to thine hand." "Lend me thine horse and arms, and I will say that I have slain thee." "Will I chant thy praise till she long to have thee back in lusty life again." "Betray me not, but help." "Art thou not he whom men call light-of-love?" "For women be so light..." "And so, leave given, straight on through open door rode Gawain, whom she greeted courteously." "I have slain this Pelleas whom ye hate" "Dead, is it so?" "Ay, and oft in dying cried upon your name." "Pity on him, a good knight... but never let me bide one hour at peace." "Love, love." "Dishonoured, covered with shame." "All for trial of true love!" "Love, Love?" "We be all alike!" "Only the King hath made us fools and liars." "False!" "And I held thee pure as Guinevere." "I am but false as Guinevere is pure..." "Or art thou mazed with dreams?" "Is the Queen false?" "Or being one of our free-spoken Table hast not heard that Lancelot..." "The King!" "The King?" "Art thou mad?" "From Arthur's castle issued Sir Lancelot, riding airily, warm with a gracious parting from the Queen." "Peace in his heart, gazing at a star and marveling at what it was." "What name hast thou that ridest here so blindly?" "I have no name..." "Yes, but thy name?" "I am wrath and shame and hate and evil fame and like a poisonous wind I pass to blast the crime of Lancelot and the Queen." "First over me, shalt thou pass." "Thou art false as Hell: slay me!" "I have no sword." "Slay then!" "My will is to be slain." "Rise!" "Weakling!" "Have ye fought?" "Ay, my Queen." " And thou hast overthrown him?" " Ay, my Queen." "O young knight, hath the great heart of knighthood in thee failed so far thou canst not bide, unfrowardly, a fall from him?" "Or hast thou other griefs?" "If I, the Queen, may help..." "I have no sword!" "That's enough!" "That's enough!" "It was you who began!" "Go away!" "The smell of your furs is not the same anymore." "Sentences, trinkets clots of memories..." "Alas..." "How thin has she become!" "What will be of me?" "Well." "Then." "I may be nothing but a poor wretch but my soul is a noble one." "God knows how many sublime heroines I wore down on stage and how you must have made others suffer, too!" "If you only knew the vastness of my heart!" "Ah, I have had enough of this cynical and empty existence." "Tomorrow I will leave everything!" "I'll go away." "I'll go back to Calais." "I'll enter a convent and devote my life to the poor wounded veterans of the Hundred Years War." ""I have heard that guilty creatures sitting at a play have by the very cunning of the scene been struck so to the soul that presently they have proclaim'd their malefactions;" "I'll have these players play something like the murder of my father before mine uncle" "I'll observe his looks;" "if he but blench, I know my course." "The play 's the thing wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king."" ""Nymph, in thy orisons be all my sins remember'd."" "Could..." "No!" "Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty?" ""Ay, truly."" ""Much better"." ""To be, or not to be that is the question"." "To have, or not to have:" "this is the question!" "And can you, by no drift of circumstance, get from him why he puts on this confusion, grating so harshly all his days of quiet with turbulent and dangerous lunacy?" "He is distressed!" "But from what cause he will by no means speak." "With a crafty madness, keeps aloof." ""To die:" "to sleep; no more." "And by a sleep to say we end the heartache and the thousand natural shocks."" "Crazy things..." "How does your honour for this many a day?" "I humbly thank you; well, well." "Well!" "My lord, I have remembrances of yours, that I have longed long to re-deliver;" "Now..." "No, no no.." "I never gave you aught." ""I never gave you aught"..." "Yes, my lord." "Yes, my lord." "You know right well..." "You know right well you did." "Are you honest?" "Are you fair?" "You are honest, you are fair... if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no discourse to your beauty." "Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty?" "God!" "Truly...for the power of beauty will sooner transform honesty to a bawd than the force of honesty can translate beauty into his..." " likeness." " ..."likeness"." " ... a paradox!" " "this was sometime..."" " "I did love you once"" " I did love you... once." ""You made me believe so"..." ""You should not have believed me"..." "You should not have believed me!" " "I loved you not"..." " I loved you not!" "I was the more deceived." " Get thee..." " "Get thee to a nunnery"..." " to a nunnery..." " "Wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners?"" "Wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners?" " I am myself indifferent honest." " "I am myself indifferent honest"..." " See?" " ... "such things"..." "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?" "The rehearsals are going on." "And this play, will be done or not?" "It will, it will." "And he beseech'd me to entreat your majesties to come." "With all my heart and it doth much content me to hear him so inclined." "Good gentlemen, give him a further edge, and drive his purpose on to these delights." " "believe none of us"..." " We are all sons of a bitch." " "Go thy ways to a nunnery"..." " Believe none of us!" " "your father"... "Where's your father?"" " Go thy ways to a nunnery." "Where's your father?" "At home, my lord." " "Let the doors be shut"... "Farewell"." " Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool nowhere but in's own house." "Farewell." " "If thou dost marry"" " If thou dost marry ..."thy dowry"... "this plague"..."ice" ..."snow"" " I'll give thee for thy dowry... this plague;" "be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny." " "Get thee to a nunnery: farewell."" " Get thee... to a nunnery" " "If thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool"" " Farewell!" " "For wise men know well enough"..." " Or, if thou wilt needs marry, marry..." " ..."to a nunnery." "Farewell"." " A fool!" "For wise men know well enough what monsters you make of them." "To a nunnery, go." "Farewell." ""I have heard of your paintings."" " I have heard of your paintings." " "you lisp... you jig"" "God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another and you lisp, you jig, and nick-name God's creatures, and your wantonness" " ...renamed candour." " Go to, I'll no more on't." ""Go to, I'll no more on't;" "it hath made me mad."" " "I say"" " Go to." "I'll no more on't." "Go to." "It hath made me mad." "I say..." "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." "Farewell." "What for did you go to the Madelaine?" "For God's sake!" "My other half." "What for did you go to the Madelaine?" "I went to pray for a son to come to us." "Oh God!" "My dear." "I went to pray for a son to come to us." "You were in a corner, standing!" "For God's sake!" "My half." "You were in a corner, standing!" "Without a seat, you spare three pennies." "Oh God!" "My dear." "Without a seat, you spare three pennies." "I saw the outline of an officer." "For God's sake!" "My half." "I saw the outline of an officer." "It was that Christ, life size." "Oh God!" "My dear." "It was that Christ, life size." "Christs don't have the Cross of Honor." "For God's sake!" "My half." "Christs don't have the Cross of Honor." "It was the wound He carries on his chest." "Oh God!" "My dear." "It was the wound He carries on his chest." "The wound on the Christs is just on their ribs." "For God's sake!" "My half." "The wound on the Christs is just on their ribs." "It was a drop that squirted over there." "Oh God!" "My dear." "It was a drop that squirted over there." "To crucifixes it's not custom to speak." "For God's sake!" "My half." "To crucifixes it's not custom to speak." "It was the love in excess, up from my heart." "Oh God!" "My dear." "It was the love in excess, up from my heart." "And I will dash your brain out of your head." "For God's sake!" "My half." "And he will take my undying soul!" "He poisons him in the garden for his estate." "The victim's name is Gonzago, the story is filed in the Vienna archives and written in choice Italian." "You shall see anon how the murderer gets the love of the murdered's wife." "The passion ending, doth the purpose lost." "The violence of either grief or joy their own enactures with themselves destroy where joy most revels, grief doth most lament." "Grief joys, joy grieves, on slender accident." "This world is not for aye nor 'tis not strange that even our loves should with our fortunes change." "For 'tis a question left us yet to prove, whether love lead fortune, or else fortune love." "But, orderly to end where I begun, our wills and fates do so contrary run," "That our devices still are overthrown, our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own." "God bless you, sir!" "The queen would speak with you, presently." "Cloud... yonder." "Isn't it in the shape of a camel?" " By the mass, and 'tis like a camel." " It is like a weasel, a weasel..." "Yes indeed, a weasel." " It's a whale." "A whale." " Just alike, a whale." ""Just alike"..." "Then I will come to my mother." "[FREUD, quoting Sophocles] "For many a man hath seen himself in dreams his mother's mate, but he who gives no heed to suchlike matters bears the easier life."" "[FREUD] Then, as it is today, the dream of having sexual intercourse with one's mother was as common with many people, who tell it with indignation and astonishment." "As may well be imagined, it is the key to the tragedy and the complement to the dream of the death of the father." "In Oedipus Rex the basic wish-fantasy of the child is brought to light and realised as it is in dreams;" "in Hamlet it remains repressed, and we learn of its existence only through the inhibitory effects which proceed from it." "The play is based upon Hamlet's hesitation in accomplishing the task of revenge assigned to him." "The text does not give the cause or the motive of this hesitation, nor have succeeded in doing so the manifold attempts at interpretation." "According to another conception, it's about a morbid, irresolute character on the verge of neurasthenia." "What is it, then, that inhibits him in accomplishing the task which his father's ghost has laid upon him?" "Here the explanation is clear:" "Hamlet is able to do anything but take vengeance upon the man who did away with his father and has taken his place with his mother." "So, I have here translated into consciousness what, in the mind of the hero, had to remain unconscious." "What then?" "What rests?" "Repentance." "Try what repentance can." "What can it not?" "Yet what can it when one cannot repent?" "I will have only to act, and sign my name in the blood." "Act!" "Kill!" "Murder him!" "Make him disgorge his life!" "Kill!" "I got in some practice by killing Polonius." "He was spying on me, hidden behind the arras representing the Massacre of the Innocents." "Ah, they are all against me." "And tomorrow Laertes, and the day after tomorrow old Fortinbras across the way." "Act!" "I must murder, Kate." "Or I must escape from here." "Oh, to escape, escape, escape!" "Liberty!" "Liberty!" "To love, to live, to dream, to be famous, far from here." "Dear 'aurea mediocritas'." "But Art is so great." "And Life... so short." "There's matter in these sighs, these profound heaves:" "You must translate:" "'tis fit we understand them." "Where is your son?" "What have I seen to-night!" "How does Hamlet?" "Behind the arras hearing something stir, whips out his rapier, cries, 'A rat, a rat!" "'" "And, in this brainish apprehension, kills the unseen good old man." "O heavy deed!" "It had been so with us, had we been there." "Where is he gone?" "Where did you hide the dead body?" "Where is it?" "The body is with the king, but the king is not with the body." "The king is a thing..." "The king is a thing... of nothing." "Of nothing, nothing." "Now, to bear all smooth and even, this sudden sending him away." "This tour." "So, where is Polonius?" "At supper." "At supper?" "Where?" "Not where he eats, but where he is eaten." "A convocation of politic worms are e'en at him just now." "Your worm is your only emperor for diet." "We fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots." "Your fat king and your lean beggar is but two dishes but to one table: that's the end." "It's over!" "God!" "Oh my God!" "A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and cat of the fish that hath fed of that worm." "Where is Polonius?" "In heaven!" "Send hither to see." "If your messenger find him not there seek him in the other place yourself." "But indeed, if you find him not within this month, you shall nose him as you go up the stairs into the lobby." "Hamlet, after this deed, for thine especial safety which we do tender, as we dearly grieve for that which thou hast done" "I must send thee hence with fiery quickness." "For England." " For England!" " Ay." "Farewell." "Mother... dear!" "Father, Hamlet." " Father!" " Mother..." "Mother." "Father." "Father." "Mother." "Mother." "Father and mother is man and wife, man and wife is one flesh; and so farewell!" "Mother!" "Come... for England!" "For 'tis the sport to have the engineer hoist with his own petard." "Is it not monstrous that this player here, but in a fiction, could force his soul so to his own conceit," "That all his visage wanned, tears in his eyes, a broken voice." "And who for all this?" "For Hecuba!" "What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, that he should weep for her?" "Yet I, a dull and muddy-mettled rascal peak, like John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause," "Incapable, incapable to say anything;" "for a poet, for a precious man, for a precious man." "Am I a coward?" "Who calls me villain?" "Who gives me the lie in the throat, as deep as to the lungs?" "Who does me this?" "Come on, don't be discouraged Kate." "In Paris it will be better, you'll see." "Uncle Claudius won't object just to get me out of the way." "Come on, come on." "Don't be discouraged." "Oh Kate, if you only knew..." "this tragedy is nothing!" "It was conceived and executed during the most repulsive domestic difficulties." "But I have other plays." "Sure, we will love each other." "We'll set out this same evening." "I will read you everything, we'll live in Paris." "And yet she was not so heavy." "Well yes, she must be swollen like a goatskin bag." "Dirty little thing, fished up by the sewer." "How else could she end after she'd rummaged so aimlessly in my library?" "Poor, poor young lady!" "So thin and heroic." "So inviolate and so humble." "Well... too bad." "What a mess..." "Tomorrow that boor of Fortinbras would have added her to his harem." "He is a Turk in such matters and she would have died of shame." "I know her, since I trained her, she would have died leaving only a scandalous Fair Helen's bad reputation after her while so... thanks to me..." "Poor Ophelia!" "Poor Lilì!" "But art is so great and life so short." "And so the pain I could not avoid causing her kept her so thin, so thin... that the engagement ring which once I had slipped to her finger was constantly falling off, a proof from heaven that..." "She looked much too perishable!" "I should have put out her eyes, and washed my hands with them." "I have to take care of myself..." "What a shame for her to grow old and as Fortinbras' lover moreover." "Ah Ophelia," "Ophelia!" "Why weren't you born to be my companion?" "Why haven't you been unknown to me, as much as to be enough." "I helped her to wither and fate did the rest." "She had an angelic torso." "What can I do about all that now?" "Ten years of my life to bring her back." "God doesn't answer?" "Going, going, gone!" "Either there is no God or else I haven't got ten years left to live." "The first hypothesis seems to me the more vital, no doubt." "Lilì, Lilì... forgive me." "Don't cry... like that!" "Sorrows, they come not single spies, but all together, always in battalions." "Where are my Switzers?" "Let them guard the doors." "Go for Republic!" "O thou vile King" "Give me my father." "And your sister!" "And my sister!" "My father and my sister." "What is the cause, Laertes, that thy rebellion looks so giant-like?" "Tell me, Laertes, why thou art thus incensed." "Where is my father?" "Dead!" "How came he dead?" "I'll not be juggled with!" "It's enough now with faithfulness." "To hell allegiance!" "I don't care anymore with this world." "I dare damnation." "Only I'll be revenged most thoroughly for my father!" "Who shall stay you?" "My will, not all the world." "And for my means, I'll husband them so well, they shall go far with little." "They shall go far with little." "Very far!" "Good Laertes, if you desire to know the certainty of your dear father's death, is't writ in your revenge, that, swoopstake, you will draw both friend and foe, winner and loser?" "None but his enemies." "Now you speak like a good child and a true gentleman." "Lend your patience to us, and we shall jointly labour with your soul to give it due content." "Let this be so." "And where the offence is, let the great axe fall." "Go, go with me." "Now must your conscience my acquaintance seal, and you must put me in your heart for friend," "Sith you have heard, and with a knowing ear," "That he which hath, your noble father slain, pursued my life." "It well appears." "But why you proceeded not against these feats?" "The queen..." "lives almost by his looks." "The other motive, why to a public count I might not go," "Is the great love the general gender bear him." "And so, have I a noble father lost;" "I have lost a sister perfect in every respect." "But my revenge will come." "Break not your sleeps for that" "I loved your father, and we love ourself;" "I don't know." "I'm eager to tell him to his teeth, "Thus didest thou."" "If it be so, Laertes will you be ruled by me?" "Ay, my lord;" "So you will not o'errule me to a peace." "To thine own peace." "Which one?" "Two months since, here was a gentleman of Normandy" "I've seen myself, and served against, the French, and they can well on horseback, but this gallant had witchcraft in't." "He grew unto his seat and to such wondrous doing brought his horse, as he had been incorpsed and demi-natured with the brave beast." " A Norman was't?" " A Norman." " Lamond?" " The very same." "I know him well: he is the brooch indeed and gem of all the nation." "He made confession of you, and gave you such a masterly report for art and exercise in your defence and for your rapier most especially," "The scrimers of their nation, he swore, had had neither motion, guard, nor eye, if you opposed them." "Laertes, this report of his did Hamlet so envenom with his envy that he could nothing do but wish and beg your sudden coming o'er, to play with you." "Now, out of this..." " What out of this?" " Was your father dear to you, Laertes?" "Or are you like the painting of a sorrow?" "Not that I think you did not love your father;" "but that I know love is begun by time;" "Let's engrave the swelling." "Laertes... what would you undertake, when you'll meet Hamlet?" "I'll cut his throat in the church." "Indeed...no place should murder sanctuarize;" "Revenge should have no bounds." "You may choose a sword unbated, and in a pass of practise requite him for your father." "I will do't." "When in your motion you are hot and dry as make your bouts more violent to that end and that Hamlet calls for drink" "I'll have prepared him a chalice for the nonce." "If he by chance escape your venom'd stuck, our purpose may hold there." ""Alas, poor Yorick!"" "He was a fellow of infinite jest," "My brother, the same mother for nine months." "He was someone." "How stuck up he was with his twisted and cunning little ego." "And now... nothing." "Not even his sleepwalking." "Once there was a tongue and it would burr:" "'Good night lady', 'Good night, sweet lady'." "He would sing!" "He foresaw..." "He remembered..." "He spoke, he blushed, he yawned..." "Horrid, horrid... horrid!" "I may have 20 or 30 years to live and then it will come my turn, like it came for the others, like all things." "What a misfortune not to be." "Ah, I'd like to start out tomorrow and look... everywhere on earth for the most adamantine embalming processes." "Ah, All's well that..." "never ends." "How am I bored, superiorly." "So, what am I waiting for here?" "Death?" "Me?" "Dying?" "Come on..." "Dying..." "Yes, ok... people die" "But not to be, no to be here anymore..." "Words, words, words." "But what is it that I lack if all this leaves me cold." "Stop it!" "When I'm hungry, I'm hungry." "When I'm thirsty, I'm thirsty." "When I want it, I want it." "Then if the idea of death is so far from me it must be because I'm overflowing with life it must be because life is claiming me and then..." "My life:" "En garde!" "My brother Yorick I'm taking your skull home with me." "I'll give it a place of honor on the shelf of my 'ex voto'." "Among one of Ophelia's gloves and my first tooth." "Ah, I'll have much work this winter with all what happened." "I have infinity on my playbill." "Kate, wait here one minute." "It's for the tomb of my father who has been murdered, you know... poor man." "I'll tell you all about it later." "Just a moment..." "the time to pick up a flower." "Who knows... we may use it as a bookmark when we'll read again my play and we'll have to interrupt to kiss each other." "Ah, it's you!" "Cursed Hamlet!" "What are you doing here?" "It's you, my dear Laertes, by what happy chance?" "..." "Yes, it is!" "And if you weren't a poor demented creature who is irresponsible according to the newest scientific discoveries you would pay right now for the dead of my honorable father, and that accomplished young lady, my sister." "Here, on their bones!" "Dear Laertes, for me it's the same." "But you can be sure that I will take into consideration your point of view." "Good heavens..." "what an absence of moral sense!" "So?" "Let it be so!" "Away!" "Out of here!" "Mad!" "Or I'll lose control!" "Out!" "When a man goes mad it's because he began acting it." "And your sister!" "Qualis... artifex... pereo!" "Companion."