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Themes
Revenge
- 'sweep to my revenge'; with 'wings as soft as meditation'
- 'leave her to heaven' - the Ghost
- 'now i could drink hot blood', perform 'bitter business'
- 'let me be cruel, not unnatural'
- ' i will speak daggers to her but use none'
- 'why, this is hire and salary, not revenge'
- 'a little patch of ground'
- 'a fantasy and trick of fame'
- 'bestial oblivion', 'craven scruple'; 'too precisely' about 'the imminent death of twenty thousand men'
- 'a fantasy and trick of fame'
- 'a little patch of ground'
- 'why, this is hire and salary, not revenge'
- ' i will speak daggers to her but use none'
- 'let me be cruel, not unnatural'
- 'now i could drink hot blood', perform 'bitter business'
- 'leave her to heaven' - the Ghost
- 'there is a divinity that shapes our ends'
- 'ever i was born to set it right'
- 'catch the conscience of the King'
- his soul 'be as damned and black as hell whereto it goes'
- Laertes: 'let come what comes only i'll be revenged'
- 'revenge his foul and most unnatural murder'
- 'my thoughts be bloody'
- 'what would he do, had he the motive and cue of passion that i have'
- 'what's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba'
- 'what would he do, had he the motive and cue of passion that i have'
- 'my thoughts be bloody'
- 'revenge his foul and most unnatural murder'
- Laertes: 'let come what comes only i'll be revenged'
- his soul 'be as damned and black as hell whereto it goes'
- 'catch the conscience of the King'
- 'ever i was born to set it right'
- he wants to avenge for his mother, the complexity f his task is not touching Gertrude; his fear to make everything properly; moral in nature - not the Martial society; cannot bare seeing such explotation of his mother and Ophelia; kills Polonius with a stimulator; agrees to England
- 'sweep to my revenge'; with 'wings as soft as meditation'
women and sex
- 'frailty, thy name is woman'
- 'ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast...with witchcraft of his wit, with traitorous gifts'
- Laertes: 'your chaste treasure open'
- 'Polonius: 'give every man thy ear, but few thy voice'
- 'think yourself a baby'; 'true pay', 'not a sterling', 'tender yourself more dearly'
- the Ghost: 'most-seeming virtuous Queen'; his 'shameful lust'
- men's love 'sweet, not lasting', 'a perfume' damaging 'honour'
- 'unmask her beauty to the moon'
- ' a green girl'
- 'o that this too too solid flesh would melt' --> affected
- 'get thee to a nunnery, why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners?'
- 'god hath given you one face, and you make yourself another'
- 'here is metal more attractive'
- 'lie between maid's legs'
- 'the inmost part of you', 'as kill a king'
- 'in the rank sweat of enseamed bed stewed in corruption'
- 'live the purer' and 'go not to my uncle's bed'
- 'i must be cruel only to be kind'
- 'live the purer' and 'go not to my uncle's bed'
- 'in the rank sweat of enseamed bed stewed in corruption'
- 'the inmost part of you', 'as kill a king'
- 'lie between maid's legs'
- 'here is metal more attractive'
- 'god hath given you one face, and you make yourself another'
- 'overhasty marriage'
- 'more matter with less art'
- 'get thee to a nunnery, why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners?'
- 'o that this too too solid flesh would melt' --> affected
- ' a green girl'
- 'unmask her beauty to the moon'
- men's love 'sweet, not lasting', 'a perfume' damaging 'honour'
- the Ghost: 'most-seeming virtuous Queen'; his 'shameful lust'
- 'think yourself a baby'; 'true pay', 'not a sterling', 'tender yourself more dearly'
- 'Polonius: 'give every man thy ear, but few thy voice'
- Laertes: 'your chaste treasure open'
- 'ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast...with witchcraft of his wit, with traitorous gifts'
- 'i shall in all my best obey you madam'
- 'now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come'
- 'i loved Ophelia, forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up mu sum'
- Ophelia: 'before you tumbled me, you promised me to wed'
- 'o hamlet speak no more, thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul'
- act 4 s1: 'where is your son?' lie to each other
- 'o hamlet speak no more, thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul'
- Ophelia: 'before you tumbled me, you promised me to wed'
- 'i loved Ophelia, forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up mu sum'
- 'now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come'
- women were expected to be virtuous - lust kills virtue - Gertrude is the reflection of the corrupt society and the lust of men; erotic object; Hamlet's despair at the lack of self-respect in women
- concern rather than misogyny; reality of a human being - we delay all the time until we see the consequences
- 'frailty, thy name is woman'
Appearance & Reality
- 'a spirit of health' or 'goblin damned'
- 'something is rotten in the state of Denmark' - Marcellus
- 'tis bitter cold and i am sick at heart'
- 'they are actions that a man might play'
- 'this bodes some strange eruption to our state'
- Claudius: 'our whole kingdom... contracted in one brow of woe';
- 'with mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage'
- 'smiling, damned villain!'
- 'antic disposition'
- Polonius is to 'dishonour' his son with 'slight sullies'; 'inquire', 'gaming'
- 'this is the very ectasy of love'
- Polonius is to 'dishonour' his son with 'slight sullies'; 'inquire', 'gaming'
- 'antic disposition'
- 'smiling, damned villain!'
- 'with mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage'
- Claudius: 'our whole kingdom... contracted in one brow of woe';
- 'this bodes some strange eruption to our state'
- 'they are actions that a man might play'
- 'tis bitter cold and i am sick at heart'
- 'something is rotten in the state of Denmark' - Marcellus
- 'this thing' --> 'it harrows me with fear and wonder'
- Claudius: 'the memory be green', 'disjoint and out of frame'
- 'tis unmanly grief'
- 'my dearest foe in heaven'; 'mind's eye'
- 'i do not set my life at a pin's fee'
- Horatio: 'draw you into madness'
- a 'fishmonger'
- 'method'; 'pregnant his replies are'
- 'these tedious old fools'
- 'prison'; 'i could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that i have bad dreams
- 'you were sent for'
- 'the devil hath power' to turn into a 'pleasing shape...out of my wealness'
- Polonius: 'with devotion's visage and pious action we do sugar over the devil himself'
- Claudius: 'how smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience'
- my 'deed' is covered with 'most painted word' like a 'harlot's cheeck
- the heart is made of 'penetrable stuff' if 'damned custom have not brazed it'
- Hamlet calls R&G a 'sponge' that 'soaks up'; the King keeps them like 'an ape in the corner of his jaw'
- 'a king may go a progress through the guts of a beggar'
- calls Claudius 'dear mother' - 'one flesh'
- 'the hectic in my blood'
- Laertes: 'burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye'
- 'the hectic in my blood'
- calls Claudius 'dear mother' - 'one flesh'
- 'a king may go a progress through the guts of a beggar'
- Hamlet calls R&G a 'sponge' that 'soaks up'; the King keeps them like 'an ape in the corner of his jaw'
- the heart is made of 'penetrable stuff' if 'damned custom have not brazed it'
- my 'deed' is covered with 'most painted word' like a 'harlot's cheeck
- Claudius: 'how smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience'
- Polonius: 'with devotion's visage and pious action we do sugar over the devil himself'
- 'the devil hath power' to turn into a 'pleasing shape...out of my wealness'
- 'you were sent for'
- 'prison'; 'i could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that i have bad dreams
- 'these tedious old fools'
- 'method'; 'pregnant his replies are'
- a 'fishmonger'
- Horatio: 'draw you into madness'
- 'i do not set my life at a pin's fee'
- 'my dearest foe in heaven'; 'mind's eye'
- 'tis unmanly grief'
- Claudius: 'the memory be green', 'disjoint and out of frame'
- 'there are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy'
- Ophelia: 'we know what we are, but know not what we may be'
- 'a spirit of health' or 'goblin damned'
Death/Mortality
- 'the undiscovered country', 'no traveller returns'
- 'sulphurous and tormenting flames'; 'doomed...to walk the night'
- a1s2 Hamlet: 'the everlasting had not fixed his cannon against self-slaughter'
- 'how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable all the uses of this world'
- 'tis an unweeded garden that grows to seed, things rank and gross in nature possess it merely'
- a3s1: 'a sea of troubles', 'to die, to sleep' - 'what dreams may come' in the 'sleep of death'
- 'to what base we may return Horatio...noble dust...stopping a bung-hole'
- 'alas, poor Yorick... he hath borne me on his back a thousand times'
- 'and here hung those lips that i have kissed'
- 'how ill all's about my heart - but it is no matter'
- 'and here hung those lips that i have kissed'
- 'alas, poor Yorick... he hath borne me on his back a thousand times'
- 'to what base we may return Horatio...noble dust...stopping a bung-hole'
- a3s1: 'a sea of troubles', 'to die, to sleep' - 'what dreams may come' in the 'sleep of death'
- 'tis an unweeded garden that grows to seed, things rank and gross in nature possess it merely'
- 'how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable all the uses of this world'
- a1s2 Hamlet: 'the everlasting had not fixed his cannon against self-slaughter'
- 'sulphurous and tormenting flames'; 'doomed...to walk the night'
- 'the graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead, did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets'
- 'immortal' soul
- 'the dread of something after death'
- 'a king may go a progress through the guts of a beggar'
- 'tell my story'
- 'a king may go a progress through the guts of a beggar'
- 'the dread of something after death'
- 'immortal' soul
- 'the undiscovered country', 'no traveller returns'
Madness
- 'he had been loosed out of hell'
- 'there is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so'
- 'i could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that i have bad dreams'
- 'this goodly frame, the earth, seems to be a sterile promontory'
- 'what a piece of work is man...how like a god: a beauty of this world, the paragon of animals, and yet to me, what is this quintessence of dust?'
- 'man delights me not'
- 'o what a rogue and peasant slave am i'
- 'drown the stage', 'pigeon-livered', 'coward', 'villain', 'unpack my heart with words' like a 'whore'
- 'to be too busy is some danger'
- 'the very coinage of your brain'
- 'from the table of my memory, i'll wipe away all trivial fond records'
- Horatio: 'he waxes desperate with imagination'
- 'might deprive your sovereignty of reason'
- 'these are but wild and whirling words my lord'
- Ophelia: 'what a noble mind is here o'erthrown'
- 'madness in great one must not unwatched go'
- Ophelia: 'what a noble mind is here o'erthrown'
- 'these are but wild and whirling words my lord'
- 'might deprive your sovereignty of reason'
- Horatio: 'he waxes desperate with imagination'
- 'from the table of my memory, i'll wipe away all trivial fond records'
- 'the very coinage of your brain'
- 'to be too busy is some danger'
- 'drown the stage', 'pigeon-livered', 'coward', 'villain', 'unpack my heart with words' like a 'whore'
- 'o what a rogue and peasant slave am i'
- 'man delights me not'
- 'what a piece of work is man...how like a god: a beauty of this world, the paragon of animals, and yet to me, what is this quintessence of dust?'
- 'this goodly frame, the earth, seems to be a sterile promontory'
- 'i could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that i have bad dreams'
- 'there is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so'
- 'he had been loosed out of hell'
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- A level Hamlet Mapa Mental sobre Themes, creado por Aliese Chydzhan el 29/03/2024.
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