Hamlet, Act 5, Scene 2

Good night sweet prince,

And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.

           - Horatio

Hamlet, Act 5, Scene 2

Set me the stoops of wine upon that table.

If Hamlet give the first or second hit,

Or quit in answer of the third exchange,

Let all the battlements their ordnance fire.

          - Claudius

I think this will end in tears.

Hamlet, Act 5, Scene 1

Sweets to the sweet, Farewell.

Gertrude at Ophelia's grave.

Hamlet, Act 5, Scene 1

Alas, Poor Yorick.

You will need to click to enlarge to get a good look at the sexton in the background.

Hamlet, Act 4, Scene 7

One woe doth tread upon another's heel.

So fast they follow: your sister's drowned,

Laertes.

    - Gertrude

Hamlet, Act 4, Scene 5

How now, Ophelia?

   - Gertrude

Hamlet, Act 3, Scene 4

Look here upon this picture, and on this,

The counterfeit presentment of two brothers.

See what a grace was seated on this brow,

Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself,

An eye like Mars, to threaten and command...

Here is your husband like a mildewed ear...

Claudius was one fugly dude.

Hamlet, Act 3, Scene 4

O what a rash and bloody deed is this!

Hamlet, Act 3, Scene 2

Give me some light - away!

                       Claudius to servants

The third season of the current Doctor Who has a very nice episode concerning a race of witches using a Shakespeare play as an incantation to revive their lost race, based on the power of Shakespeare's language. It was partly shot in the reconstructed Globe Theatre in London.

Hamlet , Act 3, Scene 1

Get the to a nunnery, why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners?

Hamlet, Act 3, Scene 1

Who would fardels bear,

To grunt and sweat under a weary life...

Hamlet, Act 3, Scene 1

To be, or not to be, that is the question--

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...

Hamlet, Act 3, Scene1

Enter Hamlet

[Ophelia is about to witness the famous monologue, which will commence on Monday, before she approaches Hamlet and he acts all squirelly with her]

Hamlet, Act 2, Scene 2

You are welcome masters, welcome all, I am glad to see thee well. 

Hamlet to the players, the only characters he seems to have a cheerful word for, and we know why.

Hamlet, Act 2, Scene 2

I am but mad north-north-west*; when the wind** is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw.

* This is where the film got its title, as I noted here

* The foehn wind is thought to increase incidents of migraine and psychosis in the alpine European countries, and is taken into account as a mitigating circumstance in criminal trials in Switzerland - possibly in Germany (Eva?) also.

Hamlet, Act 2, Scene 2

O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell,

and count myself a king of inifinite space,

were it not that I have bad dreams

Hamlet, Act 2, Scene 2

Thanks Guildenstern, and gentle Rosencrantz

And I beseech you instantly to visit

My too much changed son.

Gertrude to Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. 

Note: Hamlet comments several times in the course of the play on how unattractive Claudius is compared to Hamlet Sr. Typecasting...

Hamlet, Act 1, Scene 5

The time is out of joint -- O cursed spite,

That ever I was born to set it right!

I will be interspersing Hamlet this week with other scenes from around the web.

Hamlet, Act 1, Scene 5

I could a tale to the unfold whose lightest word

Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,

Make thy two eyes like stars start from their spheres,

Thy knotted and combined locks to part,

And each particular hair to stand on end,

Like quills upon the fretful porpentine...

Hamlet's father's ghost to Hamlet.

Hamlet resumes next Monday with the contemplation of time out of joint. The rest of the week will be devoted to News of the Tiny - my email is to the right if you have any for me.

Hamlet, Act 1, Scene 2

O that this too too solid flesh would melt,

Thaw and resolve itself into a dew,

...That it should come to this--

But two months dead, nay not so much, not two --

So exellent a King, that was to his

Hyperion to a satyr...