Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Thursday 12/13

Journal:  Hamlet's emotions wreak havoc on him when he realizes that the actors are more passionate about their fiction than he is about his life: "Am I a coward...But I am pigeon-liver'd and lack gall..."  Describe a time when you doubted yourself and were disgusted by your "inaction." 


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Directions:  With a partner, read the most important soliloquy in all of Shakespearean literarure.   Analyze existential themes generated.  Explain Hamlet’s quandary regarding existence.

HAMLET
To be, or not to be: that is the question:                                                **To be what?
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;                            
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks         **1000 natural shocks?
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;                   
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come **What dreams may come?
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect                         **Respect for life?
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,               **Pangs of despised love?
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will                        **Undiscovered country?
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution                     **We are cowards?  Why?
Is sicklied 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.

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