literature series → ophelia
and will he not come again?
no, no, he is dead;
go to thy deathbed;
he will never come again.
his beard was as white as snow,
all flaxen was his poll.
he is gone, he is gone,
and we cast away moan.
god ‘a’mercy on his soul!
and of all christian souls, i pray god.
god b’ wi’ you.
pabloandyoda replied to your post: BTW my old obsession with Hamlet has come back…
What’s your favorite movie adaptation?
Well, I have seen just some parts from the Mel Gibson version and the Kenneth Branagh’s. I know I should watch the Lawrence Olivier’s too. Of the ones I have seen I choose Kenneth Branagh’s. It’s the only one complete cinematographic version of Hamlet. And the cast is the best I have ever seen together in a movie. But the way I have always enjoyed Hamlet the most is reading it. I was commanded to read it in the high school and I just loved it. I have my bilingual edition well keeped. With my favourites parts marked.
O all you host of heaven! O earth! what else?
And shall I couple hell? O, fie! Hold, hold, my heart;
And you, my sinews, grow not instant old,
But bear me stiffly up. Remember thee!
Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat
In this distracted globe. Remember thee!
Yea, from the table of my memory
I’ll wipe away all trivial fond records,
All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past,
That youth and observation copied there;
And thy commandment all alone shall live
Within the book and volume of my brain,
Unmix’d with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
O most pernicious woman!
O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!
My tables,—meet it is I set it down,
That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain;
At least I’m sure it may be so in Denmark:
So, uncle, there you are. Now to my word;
It is ‘Adieu, adieu! remember me.’
I have sworn ‘t.
Hamlet. Act 1. Scene V.
How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable
Seem to me all the uses of this world.
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
Hamlet, Act I, Scene V
Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night, sweet prince;
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.
Hamlet, Act V, Scene II