Act Three
Act
Three Scene Five
Sub
Scene Two
The mother and son
“Save
me and hover o’er me with your wings, you heavenly guards!—What would your
gracious
figure for me now?” Hamlet saw the ghost appearing to him after a lapse of days/
“Who
else is …what is that you speak about?” Gertrusde still cradling rhe dead
Chamberlain.
“A
king of shreds and patches…the ghost of thy King,” Hamlet replied.
“Alas,
am I mad like you? Do I see a ghost before me? I only held a dead man here. And
heaven protect me, I am not his killer.” Gertrude tried to make sense of what
was on Hamlet’s mind.
“Do
you not come to your tardy son to chide, that lapsed in time and passion, let’s
go by the important acting of your dread command? O, say thou the truth.”
Hamlet ignored the mother while he continued his talk with the ghost.
“Do
not forget. This visitation Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose.” The
Ghost lament the delay by Hamlet to act for him. “But look, amazement on thy
mother sits there.”
“Step
between her and her fighting soul she holds conceit in her. The weakest body's
strongest works, you are to do. Speak to her, Hamlet. Don’t be coy in the
words.”
“I
am not coy with her.” Hamlet looked at the mother. “Am I?”
“Alas,
how is ’t with you, that you do bend your eye on the vacancy and with th’
incorporeal air do hold discourse?” Gertrude looked at her son. She fears his
madness had made her hear or see others yet not physically present.
“Focus
your eyes while your spirits wildly peep, and, as the sleeping soldiers in the
alarm, their insolence will be dealt like excrements.” Hamlet was asked to not
raise false alarms.
“Start
up and stand an end. O gentle sons, upon the heat and flame of thy distemper,
sprinkle cool patience! Whereon do you look?” Gertrude tried to ask her son
what does he sees or had seen. Or what his madness made him see.
“Do
you see nothing there? He stands there.” Hamlet asked.
“Nothing
at all; yet all that is I see,” Gertrude replied.
“Nor
did you nothing hear?” Hamlet was unconvinced.
“No,
nothing but ourselves.” Gertrude shook her head.
“Why,
look you there, look how it steals away!” The ghost was seen leaving. “My
father, in his habit as he lived! Look where he goes even now out at the
portal!”
“This
is the very coinage of your brain,” Gertrude said to Hamlet. “This bodiless
creation ecstasy is very cunning indeed.”
Gertrude
believes her son has become mad. A murderous madman.”
“Ecstasy? Me
going mad.” Hamlet disbelieves his mother. “My pulse as yours doth temperately
keep time And makes as healthful music. It is not madness that I have uttered.
Bring me to the test, and I the matter will reword, which madness would gambol
from.”
“Mother,
for love of grace, lay not that flattering unction to your soul that not your
trespass but my madness speaks. It will but skin and film the ulcerous place, Whiles
rank corruption, mining all within infects the unseen. Confess yourself to
heaven.”
“Repent
what’s past, avoid what is to come, and do not spread the compost on the weeds
To make them ranker. Forgive me this my virtue, for, in the fatness of these
pursy times”.
“O
Hamlet, thou hast cleft my heart in twain!”
“O,
throw away the worser part of it, and live the purer with the other half!”
Hamlet looked at his mother. “My last wish is a good night. But go not to my
uncle’s bed.”
“Assume
a virtue if you have it not, that monster, custom, who all sense doth eat, of
habits devil, is angel yet in this. That aptly is put on. Refrain tonight, and
that shall lend a kind of easiness to the next abstinence, the next easier; For
use almost can change the stamp of nature and either … the devil or throw him
out with wondrous potency.”
“Once
more, good night, and, when you are desirous to be blest, I’ll be blessing beg
of you. For this same lord”
Pointing
to Polonius.
“I
do repent; but heaven hath pleased it so to punish me with this and this with
me, that I must be their scourge and minister. I will bestow him and will
answer well. The death I gave him.”Hamlet will take the punishment for the
death he has caused.
“So,
again, good night. I must be cruel only to be kind. This bad begins, and worse
remains behind. One word more, good lady.
“What
shall I do?” Gertrude asked,
“Not
this by no means that I bid you do:” In fact, Hamlet was telli8mg his mother
not to do this.
“Let
the bloat king tempt you again to bed, pinch wanton on your cheek, call you his
mouse, and let him, for a pair of reechy kisses or paddling in your neck
with his damned fingers” As most of us who are familiar with the needed coaxing
needed of our partner.
“It
will make you ravel all this matter out, like for matter of concern, that I
essentially am not in madness, But mad in craft.” Hamlet looked at his mother.
“There
good you let him know, for who that’s but a queen, fair, sober, wise; would
from a paddock, from a bat, a gib, Such dear concernings hide? Who would do so?”
Hamlet bemoans the lady may be persuaded then to tell.
“No,
in despite of sense and secrecy, unpeg the basket on the house’s top, let
the birds fly, and like the famous ape, try conclusions, in the basket creep, and
break your neck down.” It was a spoken tale of an ape trying to imitate the
flight of the birds and had a basket of young fledglings to be released at the
tower. On seeing the young fledglings take to the skies, the ape climbed into
the basket to take flight but landed with a broken neck.
It’s
the tale of saying not everything is as it seems and at times, misleading, and
injuries may happen.
In
other words, speak with caution or none at all.
“Be
thou assured, if words are made of breath, and breath is the sign of life, I
have no life to breathe what thou hast said to me.” Madness or a genius, he
hates Claudius whom he accuses to murder the King. What can she do to act, to
say, to ask, or to remain silent; she was uncertain. Gertrude found no words to
describe her son anymore.
“I
must to England, you know that.” Hamlet moved the subject matter.
“Alack,
I had forgotten! ’Tis so concluded on?” The discussion with Claudius mentioned
it, but she felt there was no conclusion.
“There
are letters sealed; I read it just now. My two schoolfellows, whom I will
trust as I will adders fanged, they bear the mandate; they must sweep my way
and marshall to knavery.”
“Oh
my God!” Gertrude fears for her son. If he said it was true, he was to be led
to a trap.
“Ah,
let it work, for ’tis the sport to have the engineer hoist with his own petard
( a bomb); and ’t shall go hard (Be blown by it) but I will delve one yard
below their mines and blow them at the moon.” Hamlet planned to undermine that
trap. “O, ’tis most sweet.”
“I’ll
lug the guts into the neighbor's room.” Hamlet offered his hands to his mother.
He raised her and then bid her a better night.
“Good
night indeed. This counselor is now most still, most secret, and most grave,
Who was in life a foolish prating knave.— Come, sir, to draw toward an end with
you.” Hamlet smiled. “Your death recalled to my mind; the words of Brutus after
he killed Caesar.”
“Romans,
countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause, and be silent, that you
may hear: believe me for mine honor, and have respect to mine
honor, that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom, and awake your senses, that you may the better judge.” Hamlet bowed to
his mother. “Good night, mother. Clean thyself of my crime. You will let
the others be the judge of the act.”
Hamlet
then dragged the dead Chamberlian out.
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