Act 2: Scene 2 Flashcards
Something have you heard
Of Hamlet’s “transformation”—so call it
Claudius to Guildenstern
Since nor th’ exterior nor the inward man
Resembles that it was.
Claudius to Guildenstern
What it should be, More than his father’s death, that thus hath put him So much from th’ understanding of himself,
I cannot dream
Claudius to Guildenstern
And I beseech you instantly to visit
My too much changèd son.
Gertrude to Guildenstern
I have found
The very cause of Hamlet’s lunacy.
Polonius to Claudius
His father’s death and our o’erhasty marriage.
Gertrude to Claudius
Makes vow before his uncle never more
To give th’ assay of arms against your majesty
Voltemand to Claudius
to employ those soldiers,
So levied as before, against the Polack,
Voltemand to Claudius
That it might please you to give quiet pass
Through your dominions for this enterprise,
Voltemand to Claudius
since brevity is the soul of wit
And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes,
I will be brief:
Polonius to Claudius
More matter, with less art.
Gertrude to Polonius
Came this from Hamlet to her?
Gertrude to Polonius
And my young mistress thus I did bespeak:
“Lord Hamlet is a prince out of thy star.
This must not be.”
Polonius to Claudius
she took the fruits of my advice;
And he, repelled
Polonius to Claudius
this declension,
Into the madness wherein now he raves
And all we mourn for.
Polonius to Claudius
Do you think ’tis this?
Claudius to Gertrude
How may we try it further?
Claudius to Polonius
At such a time I’ll loose my daughter to him
Polonius to Claudius
Be you and I behind an arras then,
Mark the encounter. If he love her not
And be not from his reason fall’n thereon,
Polonius to Claudius
You are a fishmonger.
Hamlet to Polonius
be one man picked out of ten thousand.
Hamlet to Polonius
Still harping on my daughter. Yet he knew me not at first.
Polonius to Himself
What do you read, my lord?
Polonius to Hamlet
a plentiful lack of wit,
Hamlet to Polonius
Though this be madness, yet there is method in ’t.
Polonius to Himself
How pregnant sometimes his replies are
Polonius to Hamlet
You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I will more willingly part withal—except my life,
Hamlet to Polonius
Denmark’s a prison.
Hamlet to Guildenstern
thinking makes it so. To me it is a prison.
Hamlet to Guildenstern
Why then, your ambition makes it one.
Rosencrantz to Hamley
what make you at Elsinore?
Hamlet to Guildenstern
To visit you, my lord
Rosencrantz to Hamlet
Were you not sent for? Is it your own inclining? Is it a free visitation?
Hamlet to Guildenstern
My lord, we were sent for.
Guildenstern to Hamlet
why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapors.
Hamlet to Guildenstern
I heard thee speak me a speech once, but it was never acted.
Hamlet to First Player
Dost thou hear me, old friend? Can you play The Murder of Gonzago?
Hamlet to First Player
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?
Hamlet to First Player
Oh, what a rogue and peasant slave am I!
Hamlet to Himself
That from her working all his visage wanned,
Tears in his eyes, distraction in his aspect,
515A broken voice, and his whole function suiting
With forms to his conceit? And all for nothing
Hamlet to Himself
What’s Hecuba to him or he to Hecuba
That he should weep for her?
Hamlet to Himself
What would he do
Had he the motive and the cue for passion
Hamlet to Himself
A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak
Like John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause,
Hamlet to Himself
Am I a coward?
Who calls me “villain”?
Hamlet to Himself
Who does me this?
Ha!
‘Swounds, I should take it, for it cannot be
But I am pigeon-livered
Hamlet to Himself
I should have fatted all the region kites
With this slave’s offal.
Hamlet to Himself
Bloody, bawdy villain!
Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain!
Hamlet to Himself
Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell,
Must, like a whore, unpack my heart with words
Hamlet to Himself
I have heard
That guilty creatures sitting at a play
Have, by the very cunning of the scene,
Hamlet to Himself
The spirit that I have seen May be the devil, and the devil hath power
T’ assume a pleasing shape
Hamlet to Himself
I’ll have grounds
More relative than this. The play’s the thing
Wherein I’ll catch the conscience of the king.
Hamlet to Himself
