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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 21:13:27 GMT
QUEEN GERTRUDE
Be thou assured, if words be made of breath,
And breath of life, I have no life to breathe
What thou hast said to me.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 21:13:38 GMT
HAMLET
I must to England; you know that?
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 21:13:49 GMT
QUEEN GERTRUDE
Alack,
I had forgot: 'tis so concluded on.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 21:14:02 GMT
HAMLET
There's letters seal'd: and my two schoolfellows,
Whom I will trust as I will adders fang'd,
They bear the mandate; they must sweep my way,
And marshal me to knavery. Let it work;
For 'tis the sport to have the engineer
Hoist with his own petard: and 't shall go hard
But 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.
This man shall set me packing:
I'll lug the guts into the neighbour room.
Mother, good night. Indeed this counsellor
Is now most still, most secret and most grave,
Who was in life a foolish prating knave.
Come, sir, to draw toward an end with you.
Good night, mother.
Exeunt severally; HAMLET dragging in POLONIUS
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 21:14:20 GMT
(END OF ACT III)
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 21:14:40 GMT
(BREAK-TIME 3-D: GAME OVER)
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:03:51 GMT
(ACT IV)
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:04:06 GMT
SCENE I. A room in the castle.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:04:21 GMT
Enter KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, ROSENCRANTZ, and GUILDENSTERN
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:04:32 GMT
KING CLAUDIUS
There's matter in these sighs, these profound heaves:
You must translate: 'tis fit we understand them.
Where is your son?
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:04:49 GMT
QUEEN GERTRUDE
Bestow this place on us a little while.
Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN
Ah, my good lord, what have I seen to-night!
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:05:00 GMT
KING CLAUDIUS
What, Gertrude? How does Hamlet?
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:05:15 GMT
QUEEN GERTRUDE
Mad as the sea and wind, when both contend
Which is the mightier: in his lawless fit,
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.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:05:35 GMT
KING CLAUDIUS
O heavy deed!
It had been so with us, had we been there:
His liberty is full of threats to all;
To you yourself, to us, to every one.
Alas, how shall this bloody deed be answer'd?
It will be laid to us, whose providence
Should have kept short, restrain'd and out of haunt,
This mad young man: but so much was our love,
We would not understand what was most fit;
But, like the owner of a foul disease,
To keep it from divulging, let it feed
Even on the pith of Life. Where is he gone?
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:05:45 GMT
QUEEN GERTRUDE
To draw apart the body he hath kill'd:
O'er whom his very madness, like some ore
Among a mineral of metals base,
Shows itself pure; he weeps for what is done.
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