I'll tent him to the quick: if he but blench, Play something like the murder of my fatherīefore mine uncle: I'll observe his looks Must, like a whore, unpack my heart with words,įie upon't! foh! About, my brain! I have heardīeen struck so to the soul that presentlyįor murder, though it have no tongue, will speak Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell, That I, the son of a dear father murder'd, Why, what an ass am I! This is most brave, Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain! With this slave's offal: bloody, bawdy villain! I should have fatted all the region kites 'Swounds, I should take it: for it cannot be Tweaks me by the nose? gives me the lie i' the throat,Īs deep as to the lungs? who does me this? Plucks off my beard, and blows it in my face? Who calls me villain? breaks my pate across? Like John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause, That I have? He would drown the stage with tearsĪnd cleave the general ear with horrid speech, Had he the motive and the cue for passion That he should weep for her? What would he do, With forms to his conceit? and all for nothing! Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect,Ī broken voice, and his whole function suiting That from her working all his visage wann'd, Is it not monstrous that this player here,Ĭould force his soul so to his own conceit It is obvious that Hamlet cannot stomach seeing Claudius in such a high position of power. While he agrees to 'obey' his mother's wishes, he mocks Claudius's irritating comments.
Hamlet despises being called Claudius's 'son'. Hamlet dislikes Claudius, whom he compares to a 'satyr'. Because she marries her dead husband's brother, Claudius, Hamlet believes that she is committing incest. He is not only shocked and upset by the haste with which his mother has decided to remarry, but he is also disgusted by the husband she has chosen. 'Must I remember?' he asks in desperation, then he says, 'Let me not think on't'. The matter torments him so much that he can hardly bear to consider it. Here, we see that Hamlet feels as though his mother has sullied his father's memory saying, 'Frailty, thy name is woman'. Hamlet's distress and disgust are illustrated in his comment, 'a beast that wants of reason would have mourned longer'. She has celebrated a hasty and unseemly marriage to the old king's brother, Claudius. Second, his mother, who should be sharing his grief, has betrayed his needs and his father's memory. With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!īut break, my heart for I must hold my tongue. Had left the flushing in her galled eyes, My father's brother, but no more like my fatherĮre yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Would have mourn'd longer-married with my uncle, O, God! a beast, that wants discourse of reason, Like Niobe, all tears:-why she, even she. With which she follow'd my poor father's body, Let me not think on't-Frailty, thy name is woman!-Ī little month, or ere those shoes were old Must I remember? why, she would hang on him,īy what it fed on: and yet, within a month. That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Hyperion to a satyr so loving to my mother
That it should come to this!īut two months dead: nay, not so much, not two: That grows to seed things rank and gross in nature His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God!įie on't! ah fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, O, that this too too solid flesh would melt
O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I!.' Scene 2: 'Oh that this too solid flesh would melt.'