Act 2: Scene 6 Flashcards
we were two days old at sea, a pirate of very warlike appointment gave us chase.
Horatio to Himself? or Sailor
in the grapple I boarded them. On the instant, they got clear of our ship, so I alone became their prisoner
Horatio to Himself? Sailor
Let the king have the letters I have sent
Horatio to Himself? Sailor
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern hold their course for England.
Horatio to Himself? Sailor
tell me
Why you proceeded not against these feats
Laertes to Claudius
The queen his mother
Lives almost by his looks
Claudius to Laertes
Why to a public count I might not go,
Is the great love the general gender bear him
Claudius to Laertes
And so have I a noble father lost,
A sister driven into desperate terms
Laertes to Claudius
You shortly shall hear more
Claudius to Laertes
“High and mighty,
You shall know I am set naked on your kingdom. Tomorrow shall I beg leave to see your kingly eyes,
Claudius (Hamlet) to Laertes (Claudius)
when I shall, first asking your pardon thereunto, recount the occasion of my sudden and more strange return
Claudius (Hamlet) to Laertes (Claudius)
What should this mean? Are all the rest come back? Or is it some abuse, and no such thing?
Claudius to Laertes
Will you be ruled by me
Claudius to Laertes
But even his mother shall uncharge the practice
And call it accident.
Claudius to Laertes
He made confession of you,
And gave you such a masterly report
For art and exercise in your defense,
And for your rapier most especially
Claudius to Laertes
was your father dear to you?
Or are you like the painting of a sorrow
Claudius to Laertes
We should do when we would, for this “would” changes
Claudius to Laertes
What would you undertake
To show yourself in deed your father’s son
More than in words?
Claudius to Laertes
Revenge should have no bounds. But, good
Will you do this, keep close within your chamber
Claudius to Laertes
We’ll put on those shall praise your excellence
Claudius to Laertes
And wager on your heads. He, being remiss,
Most generous and free from all contriving,
Will not peruse the foils
Claudius to Laertes
And for that purpose I’ll anoint my sword.
I bought an unction of a mountebank
Laertes to Claudies
I’ll have prepared him
A chalice for the nonce, whereon but sipping
Claudius to Laertes
There is a willow grows aslant a brook
That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream.
There with fantastic garlands did she come
Gertrude to Laertes
But our cold maids do “dead men’s fingers” call them.
There, on the pendant boughs her coronet weeds
Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke,
170When down her weedy trophies and herself
Fell in the weeping brook.
Gertrude to Laertes
Pulled the poor wretch from her melodious lay
To muddy death.
Gertrude to Laertes
