<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471706</id><updated>2011-09-05T04:42:44.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shakespeak</title><subtitle type='html'>famous quotes from The Bard</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vibeshake.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12471706/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vibeshake.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sumandatta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12471706.post-111460397143470906</id><published>2005-04-27T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T05:12:51.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To be or not to be ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;To be, or not to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;: that is the question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;No more; and by a sleep to say we end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;For in that sleep of death what dreams may come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When we have shuffled off this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;mortal coil&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Must give us pause: there's the respect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;That makes calamity of so long life;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The insolence of office and the spurns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;That patient merit of the unworthy takes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When he himself might his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;quietus make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;With a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; bare bodkin&lt;/span&gt;? who would &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;fardels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;bear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;To grunt and sweat under a weary life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But that the dread of something after death,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The undiscover'd country from whose &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;bourn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;No traveller returns&lt;/span&gt;, puzzles the will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And makes us rather bear those ills we have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Than fly to others that we know not of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And thus the native hue of resolution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And enterprises of great pith and moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;With this regard their currents turn awry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And lose the name of action. - Soft you now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;orisons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Be all my sins remember'd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;--- From Hamlet (III, i, 56-61) Second Quarto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;orisons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;=prayers, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;bourn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;=Limit or boundary, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;fardels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;=Burdens, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;his quietus make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;=Settle his own account, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bare bodkin&lt;/span&gt;=A "mere dagger",&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mortal coil&lt;/span&gt;=body,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No traveller returns&lt;/span&gt;= Since Hamlet has already encountered his father's ghost, and thus proof of the afterlife, this line has raised much debate. There are four major current theories regarding this line:&lt;br /&gt;1) Shakespeare made an egregious error and simply failed to reconcile the appearance of the ghost and Hamlet's belief that human beings do not return;&lt;br /&gt;2) Hamlet has earlier revealed that he doubts the authenticity of the ghost and, therefore, he does not believe his father has truly returned;&lt;br /&gt;3) Hamlet is referring only to human beings returning in the flesh and not as mere shadows of their former selves;&lt;br /&gt;4) the entire soliloquy is misplaced and rightfully belongs before Hamlet has met his father's ghost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Unlike Hamlet's first two major soliloquies, the third and most famous speech seems to be governed by reason and not frenzied emotion. Unable to do little but wait for completion of his plan to "catch the conscience of the king", Hamlet sparks an internal philosophical debate on the advantages and disadvantages of existence, and whether it is one's right to end his or her own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some scholars limit Hamlet's discussion to a deliberation of whether he should take his own life. "Yet nothing anywhere in the speech relates it to Hamlet's individual case. He uses the pronouns 'we' and 'us', the indefinite 'who', the impersonal infinitive. He speaks explicitly of 'us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all', of what 'flesh' is heir to, of what 'we' suffer at the hands of 'time' or 'fortune' - which serves incidentally to indicate what for Hamlet is meant by 'to be'" (Jenkins 489). Hamlet asks the question for all dejected souls -- is it nobler to live miserably or to end one's sorrows with a single stroke? He knows that the answer would be undoubtedly "yes" if death were like a dreamless sleep. The "rub" or obstacle Hamlet faces is the fear of "what dreams may come" (74), i.e. the "dread of something after death" (86). Hamlet is well aware that suicide is condemned by the church as a mortal sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hamlet's soliloquy is interrupted by Ophelia who is saying her prayers. Hamlet addresses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her as "Nymph", a courtly salutation common in the Renaissance. Some critics argue that Hamlet's greeting is strained and coolly polite, and his request that she remembers him in her prayers is sarcastic. However, others claim that Hamlet, emerging from his moment of intense personal reflection, genuinely implores the gentle and innocent Ophelia to pray for him.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;Second Quarto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; has come to be known as the good quarto – in contrast to the so-called bad quarto, the first known printed version of Shakespeare's play, published in 1603. This &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;First Quarto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;, regarded by most scholars as a highly suspect text, is little more than half the length of the play we now read and even in what it includes contains many striking differences. Here's the soliloquy from the less refined First Quarto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamlet Soliloquy, Quarto One:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To be or not to be&lt;/span&gt;; ay, there's the point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;To die, to sleep: is that all? Ay, all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;No, to sleep, to dream; ay, marry, there it goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;For in that dream of death, when we awake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And borne before an everlasting judge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;From whence no passenger ever returned,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The undiscovered country at whose sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The happy smile and the accursed damned--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But for this, the joyful hope of this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Who'd bear the scorns and flattery of the world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Scorned by the right rich, the rich cursed of the poor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The widow being oppressed, the orphan wronged,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The taste of hunger or a tyrant's reign,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And thosand more calamaties besides,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;To grunt and sweat under this weary life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When that he may his full quietus make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;With a bare bodkin? Who would this endure,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But for a hope of something after death,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Which puzzles the brain and doth confound the sense,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Which makes us rather bear those evils we have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Than fly to otherw that we know not of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ay, that. 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