Did you know that you can help us produce ebooks by proof-reading just one page a day? Go to: Distributed Proofreaders. Hamlet, Prince of Denmark. The Oxford Shakespeare. William Shakespeare (1. English literature - poetry (audio files) You may like to listen to audio versions of the poems in the Pre-1914 Poetry Bank. I recorded the mp3 files.Hamlet, Prince of Denmark Act II. Something have you heard. Of Hamlet’s transformation; so I call it,Since nor the exterior nor the inward man. Resembles that it was. What it should be. More than his father’s death, that thus hath put him. So much from the understanding of himself,I cannot dream of: I entreat you both,That, being of so young days brought up with him,And since so neighbour’d to his youth and humour,That you vouchsafe your rest here in our court. Some little time; so by your companies. To draw him on to pleasures, and to gather,So much as from occasion you may glean,Whe’r aught to us unknown afflicts him thus,That, open’d, lies within our remedy. If it will please you. To show us so much gentry and good will. As to expend your time with us awhile,For the supply and profit of our hope,Your visitation shall receive such thanks. As fits a king’s remembrance. French translation the In Flanders Fields poem, by John McCrae. Plus more articles, cartoons, pictures and photo slideshows on the First World War 1914 - 1918. On June 28, 1914, an 18-year-old student named Gavrilo Princip fired a pistol in Sarajevo, Bosnia, and changed the world. Princip, a Serbian nationalist enraged by. Hamlet, Prince of Denmark. The Oxford Shakespeare. Go, some of you,And bring these gentlemen where Hamlet is. Assure you, my good liege,I hold my duty, as I hold my soul,Both to my God and to my gracious king; And I do think—or else this brain of mine. Hunts not the trail of policy so sure. As it hath us’d to do—that I have found. The very cause of Hamlet’s lunacy. Re- enter POLONIUS,with VOLTIMANDand CORNELIUS. Your noble son is mad: Mad call I it; for, to define true madness,What is ’t but to be nothing else but mad? But let that go. Thus: In her excellent white bosom, these, & c.— Queen. I am ill at these numbers: I have not art to reckon my groans; but that I love thee best, O most best! Adieu. Thine evermore, most dear lady, whilstthis machine is to him,This in obedience hath my daughter shown me; And more above, hath his solicitings,As they fell out by time, by means, and place,All given to mine ear. But what might you think,When I had seen this hot love on the wing,—As I perceiv’d it, I must tell you that,Before my daughter told me,—what might you,Or my dear majesty, your queen here, think,If I had play’d the desk or table- book,Or given my heart a winking, mute and dumb,Or look’d upon this love with idle sight; What might you think? No, I went round to work,And my young mistress thus I did bespeak. I do beseech you, both away. I’ll board him presently. Still harping on my daughter: yet he knew me not at first; he said I was a fishmonger: he is far gone, far gone: and truly in my youth I suffered much extremity for love; very near this. I’ll speak to him again. What do you read, my lord? Will you walk out of the air, my lord? I will leave him, and suddenly contrive the means of meeting between him and my daughter. My honourable lord, I will most humbly take my leave of you. Enter ROSENCRANTZand GUILDENSTERN. How dost thou, Guildenstern? Good lads, how do ye both? Let me question more in particular: what have you, my good friends, deserved at the hands of Fortune, that she sends you to prison hither? I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams. Shall we to the court? But, in the beaten way of friendship, what make you at Elsinore? Were you not sent for? Is it your own inclining? Is it a free visitation? Come, come, deal justly with me: come, come; nay, speak. You were sent for; and there is a kind of confession in your looks which your modesties have not craft enough to colour: I know the good king and queen have sent for you. But let me conjure you, by the rights of our fellowship, by the consonancy of our youth, by the obligation of our ever- preserved love, and by what more dear a better proposer could charge you withal, be even and direct with me, whether you were sent for or no! If you love me, hold not off. I have of late,—but wherefore I know not,—lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o’erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me but a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? What players are they? Will they pursue the quality no longer than they can sing? Your hands, come then; the appurtenance of welcome is fashion and ceremony: let me comply with you in this garb, lest my extent to the players—which, I tell you, must show fairly outward—should more appear like entertainment than yours. You are welcome; but my uncle- father and aunt- mother are deceived. You say right, sir; o’ Monday morning; ’twas so indeed. When Roscius was an actor in Rome,— Pol. For the law of writ and the liberty, these are the only men. Enter four or five Players. You are welcome, masters; welcome, all. I am glad to see thee well: welcome, good friends. Thy face is valanced since I saw thee last: comest thou to beard me in Denmark? 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. 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. I remember one said there were no sallets in the lines to make the matter savoury, nor no matter in the phrase that might indict the author of affectation; but called it an honest method, as wholesome as sweet, and by very much more handsome than fine. One speech in it I chiefly loved; ’twas . If it live in your memory, begin at this line: let me see, let me see: —The rugged Pyrrhus, like the Hyrcanian beast,—’tis not so, it begins with Pyrrhus: —The rugged Pyrrhus, he, whose sable arm,Black as his purpose, did the night resemble. When he lay couched in the ominous horse,Hath now this dread and black complexion smear’d. With heraldry more dismal; head to foot. Now is he total gules; horridly trick’d. With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sons,Bak’d and impasted with the parching streets,That lend a tyrannous and damned light. To their vile murders: roasted in wrath and fire,And thus o’er- sized with coagulate gore,With eyes like carbuncles, the hellish Pyrrhus. Old grandsire Priam seeks. So proceed you. Unequal match’d,Pyrrhus at Priam drives; in rage strikes wide; But with the whiff and wind of his fell sword. The unnerved father falls. Then senseless Ilium,Seeming to feel this blow, with flaming top. Stoops to his base, and with a hideous crash. Takes prisoner Pyrrhus’ ear: for lo! All you gods,In general synod, take away her power; Break all the spokes and fellies from her wheel,And bowl the round nave down the hill of heaven,As low as to the fiends! Prithee, say on: he ’s for a jig or a tale of bawdry, or he sleeps. Say on; come to Hecuba. Good my lord, will you see the players well bestowed? Do you hear, let them be well used; for they are the abstracts and brief chronicles of the time: after your death you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill report while you live. Use them after your own honour and dignity: the less they deserve, the more merit is in your bounty. You could, for a need, study a speech of some dozen or sixteen lines, which I would set down and insert in ’t, could you not? Follow that lord; and look you mock him not. What would he do. Had he the motive and the cue for passion. That I have? He would drown the stage with tears,And cleave the general ear with horrid speech,Make mad the guilty and appal the free,Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed. The very faculties of eyes and ears. Yet I,A dull and muddy- mettled rascal, peak,Like John- a- dreams, unpregnant of my cause,And can say nothing; no, not for a king,Upon whose property and most dear life. A damn’d defeat was made. Am I a coward? Who calls me villain? Who does me this? Ha! Swounds, I should take it, for it cannot be. But I am pigeon- liver’d, and lack gall. To make oppression bitter, or ere this. I should have fatted all the region kites. With this slave’s offal. Bloody, bawdy villain! Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain! O! This is most brave. That I, the son of a dear father murder’d,Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell,Must, like a whore, unpack my heart with words,And fall a- cursing, like a very drab,A scullion! Fie upon ’t! 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; For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak. With most miraculous organ. I’ll have these players. Play something like the murder of my father. Before mine uncle; I’ll observe his looks; I’ll tent him to the quick: if he but blench. I know my course. The spirit that I have seen. May be the devil: and the devil hath power. To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps. Out of my weakness and my melancholy—As he is very potent with such spirits—Abuses me to damn me. I’ll have grounds. More relative than this: the play’s the thing. Wherein I’ll catch the conscience of the king.
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