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The Revenge Tis not been Given

By: kagra15

Page 1, ITs about hamlet for my english project

Chelsea Pelkey
English 11
The Revenge Tis not been Given
Hamlet is a play by William Shakespeare, This play is about a young man who's father is the king of Denmark who was murdered by his jealous brother. In this play there is countious murder, suicide, insanity, revenge, poision, and many many other evilous things. Focus on the main plot with me, Revenge. Revenge is defined as Inflict hurt or harm on someone for an injury or wrong done to oneself by the other person.
 Revenge in Hamlet is described in many places and translated into different things, such as Hamlet Jr. plotting to take revenge on his Uncle Claudius, who killed his brother (also hamlet's father), to marry his brother's wife to become king. The death of the king is done in a horrable way, causing the dead king's ghost to return to the castle to seek out revenge from Claudius. Eventually when Hamlet returns to Denmark, he mets his father's ghost who tells him to take revenge on Claudius to free him from the twilight (Quote 1 at bottom).
 Revenge is the plot on which the play is built, from the beginning when Hamlet finds out Gertrude (Hamlet's mother the queen) married Claudius not even a year after her husband dies, (Quote 2 at bottom) to when he seeks out proof that what King Hamlet's ghost told him about Claudius murdering him was true. Even with the non-main character Fortinbras (Prince of Norway) who seeks out to take back the land that King hamlet had fight Fortinbras's father for. And to the very end when Laertes fights Hamlet, taking his REVENGE Hamlet for killing his father Polonius.
 Like many things dealing with revenge, the inncent will get hurts. For examgle : (Quote 3 at bottom). When Hamlet's mother Queen Gertrude is killed by drinking from a poisined goblet of wine that Claudius had gotten specificly for Hamlet to drink during his fight with Laertes. Or when Ophelia commets suicide after going insane when her father is accidently killed by Hamlet (Quote 4 at bottom).
 In the world or in a play, revenge is everywhere, and with anyone. But revenge may seem the best course of action, but even in Hamlet, it only leads to the desctruction of everyone involved. Either in pain of some kind, or just wanting more power, it leads to the death of the characters of all.
Quote 1"
Ghost               If thou has nature in thee, bear it not,
                         Let not the royal bed of Denmark be
                        A couch for luxury and damned incest.
                        But howsomever thou pursuest this act,
                        Taint not thy mind nor let thy soul contrive
                        Against thy mother aught. Leave her to heaven,
                        And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge
                        To prick and sting her. Fare thee well at once:
                        The glow-worm shows the matin to be near
                        And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire.
                       Adieu, adieu, adieu. Remember me"  Hamlet            Oh all you host of heaven! Oh earth! What else?
                        And shall I couple hell? Oh 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,
                        Unmixed with baser matter. Yes, by heaven!
                        Oh most pernicious woman!
                        Oh 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 may be sure it may be so in Denmark. " Act 1, Scene 5
Quote 2"
O, that this too too solid flesh would melt, 
  Thaw and resolve itself into a dew! 
  Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd 
 His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God! 
 How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable, 
 Seem to me all the uses of this world! 
  Fie on't! ah fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, 
   That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature 
  Possess it merely. That it should come to this! 
  But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two:
 So excellent a king; that was, to this, 
  Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother 
 That he might not beteem the winds of heaven
  Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! 
 Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, 
  As if increase of appetite had grown 
 By what it fed on: and yet, within a month— 
  Let me not think on't—Frailty, thy name is woman!— 
  A little month, or ere those shoes were old 
 With which she follow'd my poor father's body,
  Like Niobe, all tears:—why she, even she— 
 O, God! a beast, that wants discourse of reason, 
 Would have mourn'd longer—married with my uncle, 
 My father's brother, but no more like my father
Than I to Hercules: within a month:
  Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears 
  Had left the flushing in her galled eyes, 
  She married. O, most wicked speed, to post 
 With such dexterity to incestuous sheets! 
 It is not nor it cannot come to good: 
  But break, my heart; for I must hold my tongue. " Act 1 Scene 2
Quote 3"
  Good madam!
             Gertrude, do not drink.
 I will, my lord; I pray you, pardon me.
      KING [Aside.]
 It is the poison'd cup: it is too late.
   I dare not drink yet, madam; by and by.
 Come, let me wipe thy face.
  My lord, I'll hit him now.
                   I do not think't.
      LAERTES [Aside.]
 And yet 'tis almost 'gainst my conscience.
Come, for the third, Laertes: you but dally;
 I pray you, pass with your best violence;
 I am afeard you make a wanton of me.
 Say you so? come on.
           [They play to a draw.]       OSRIC
Nothing, neither way.
           [Hamlet turns back to his mother.]       LAERTES
 Have at you now!
           [Laertes wounds Hamlet; Hamlet
           knocks Laertes' rapier from his hand
           and picks it up.]       KING
                              Part them; they are incensed.
 Nay, come, again.
           [Hamlet wounds Laertes. The Queen falls.]       OSRIC
                              Look to the queen there, ho!
  They bleed on both sides. How is it, my lord?
 How is't, Laertes?
  Why, as a woodcock to mine own springe, Osric;
  I am justly kill'd with mine own treachery.
 How does the queen?
                                   She swoons to see them bleed.
 No, no, the drink, the drink—O my dear Hamlet—
 The drink, the drink! I am poison'd.
           [Dies.] Act 5 Section 2

Quote 4"QUEEN
  One woe doth tread upon another's heel,
 So fast they follow; your sister's drown'd, Laertes.
 Drown'd! O, where?
   There is a willow grows aslant a brook,
  That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream;
  Therewith fantastic garlands did she make
  Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples
  That liberal shepherds give a grosser name,
  But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them:
  There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds
 Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke;
  When down her weedy trophies and herself
  Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide;
  And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up:
  Which time she chanted snatches of old lauds;
  As one incapable of her own distress,
   Or like a creature native and indued
  Unto that element: but long it could not be
   Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,
  Pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay
  To muddy death.
              Alas, then, she is drown'd?
  Drown'd, drown'd.
  Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia,
 And therefore I forbid my tears: but yet
 It is our trick; nature her custom holds,
 Let shame say what it will: when these are gone,
 The woman will be out. Adieu, my lord:
  I have a speech of fire, that fain would blaze,
 But that this folly drowns it.
           Exit.       KING
                                           Let's follow, Gertrude:
 How much I had to do to calm his rage!
  Now fear I this will give it start again;
  Therefore let's follow. " Act 4, Scene 7

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