She lies, "At home, my lord. He calls her two-faced and accuses her and all women of painting a false face. His accusations leave her aghast and certain that his madness is complete and completely destructive. Ophelia's response to Hamlet's question serves as the force that propels Hamlet's story to its tragic ends. If Ophelia had answered truthfully, if she had disclosed her father's whereabouts, if she had allied herself with Hamlet rather than with Claudius, if she had truly believed in her love for Hamlet, Ophelia might have saved Hamlet from his burden.
The play could have been a romance rather than a tragedy. However, by confirming his belief in women's basic dishonesty — "frailty thy name is woman" — Ophelia seals her fate and Hamlet's at the same time.
Claudius and Polonius emerge from hiding, astounded. Claudius still finds Polonius' case for Hamlet's love of Ophelia dubious. Furthermore, Claudius questions Hamlet's madness. A master of deception, Claudius suspects that Hamlet is not as he seems and, as such, is a danger.
Without an oath I'll make an end on't. By Gis and by Saint Charity,. Alack, and fie for shame! Young men will do't if they come to't;. By Cock, they are to blame. Quoth she, "Before you tumbled me,. You promised me to wed. An thou hadst not come to my bed. How long hath she been thus? I hope all will be well. We must be patient. But I. My brother shall know of it. And so I thank. Come, my coach! Good night,. Sweet ladies, good night, good night. Give her good watch, I pray you.
Oh, this is the poison of deep grief! It springs. All from her father's death. Oh, Gertrude, Gertrude,. When sorrows come, they come not single spies,. But in battalions. First, her father slain;. Next, your son gone — and he most violent author. Of his own just remove. The people muddied ,. Thick and unwholesome in thoughts and whispers. And we have done but greenly. In hugger-mugger to inter him.
Poor Ophelia,. Divided from herself and her fair judgment ,. Without the which we are pictures, or mere beasts. Last — and as much containing as all these —. Her brother is in secret come from France,. Feeds on this wonder , keeps himself in clouds ,.
And wants not buzzers to infect his ear. With pestilent speeches of his father's death. Wherein, necessity, of matter beggared ,.
Will nothing stick our persons to arraign. In ear and ear. Oh, my dear Gertrude, this,. Like to a murdering piece , in many places. Gives me superfluous death. Alack, what noise is this? Where are my Switzers?
Let them guard the door. What is the matter? Save yourself, my lord! The ocean, overpeering of his list ,. Eats not the flats with more impiteous haste. Than young Laertes, in a riotous head ,. O'erbears your officers. The rabble call him Lord. And as the world were now but to begin ,. Antiquity forgot, custom not known —.
The ratifiers and props of every word. They cry, "Choose we! Laertes shall be king! Caps, hands, and tongues applaud it to the clouds. How cheerfully on the false trail they cry! Oh, this is counter , you false Danish dogs! The doors are broke. Where is this king? I pray you, give me leave. We will, we will. I thank you.
Keep the door. Give me my father! Calmly, good Laertes. That drop of blood that's calm proclaims me bastard,. Cries "Cuckold! Of my true mother. What is the cause, Laertes,. That thy rebellion looks so giant-like? Let him go, Gertrude. Do not fear our person. There's such divinity doth hedge a king,.
That Treason can but peep to what it would ,. Acts little of his will. Tell me, Laertes,. Why thou art thus incensed? Speak, man. 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 sickled 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. Performance: "To be, or not to be". Digging Deeper: Conscience and Cowardice. Why It's Cool. What the Critics Say. Soft you now,. The fair Ophelia! Be all my sins remembered.
Good my lord,. How does your honor for this many a day? I humbly thank you, well, well. My lord, I have remembrances of yours. I pray you now receive them. No, no, I never gave you aught. My honored lord, you know right well you did,. And with them words of so sweet breath composed. As made these things more rich. Then, perfume left ,. Take these again, for to the noble mind,. Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind,. There, my lord. Ha, ha! Are you honest?
My lord? Are you fair? What means your lordship? That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should. Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than. Ay, truly, for the power of beauty will sooner. This was sometime a paradox, but now the time gives.
I did love you once. Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so. You should not have believed me, for virtue cannot. I loved you not. I was the more deceived. Get thee to a nunnery. Why wouldst thou be a. I am myself indifferent honest, but yet. I could accuse me of such things that it were better my. I am very proud, revengeful,. What should such fellows as I do. We are arrant. Believe none of us.
Go thy ways to a nunnery. Where's your father? At home, my lord. Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play. Oh, help him, you sweet heavens! If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy. Get thee to a nunnery, go,.
Or if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool; for. To a nunnery go, and quickly too. Oh heavenly powers, restore him! I have heard of your paintings too well enough. God has given you one face, and you make yourself. You jig , you amble , and you lisp, and. Go to, I'll no more on't; it hath made me. I say we will have no more marriages. Those that are. The rest shall. To a nunnery, go. Oh, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown!
The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword;. Th' expectancy and rose of the fair state,. The glass of fashion and the mold of form ,. Th' observed of all observers — quite, quite down! And I — of ladies most deject and wretched.
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