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Speaker To whom Paraphrase LiteraryDevices Context

I am more an antique Roman than a Dane.

Horatio

Why, as a woodcock to mine own springe, Osric: I am justly kill’d

with mine own treachery.

Laertes

O, yet defend me, friends: I am but hurt.

Claudius

O, what a noble mind is here o’erthrown!

Ophelia

Lady, shall I lie in your lap?

Hamlet

Do not as some ungracious pastors do, / Show me the steep

and thorny way to heaven / Whiles like a puff’d and reckless libertine / Himself the primrose

path of dalliance tread.

Laertes

This above all: to thine own self be true.

Laertes

What art thou that usurp’st this time of night…?

Ghost

These words like daggers enter mine ears. / No more,….

Hamlet

A pestilence on him for a mad rogue! A poured a flagon of Rhenish on my head once.

Hamlet

Haste me to know’t, that I with wings as swift / As meditation or the thoughts of love / May sweep

to my revenge.

Let me know it quickly so that I, with wings as quick as thinking or thoughts of love, can quickly

take revenge.

What art thou that usurp’st this time of night, / Together with that fair and warlike form / In which the majesty of buried Denmark /

Did somethimes march?

What are you that come in the night dressed the way the dead King of Denmark was dressed

when marching in battle?

I will speak daggers to her, but use none; / My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites; / How in

my words soever she be shent, / To give them seals never, my

soul, consent.

I will speak cruelly to her, but I will not harm her physically. I

will not express all of the horrible bitterness of my soul.

However she may be shamed by my words, I will never act on my

words.

But I have that within which passeth show; / These but the trappings and the suits of woe.

The feelings I have inside me are beyond what you see on the

outside; “these” are merely my outer mourning clothes.

How absolute the knave is! We must speak by the card, or equivocation will undo us.

How exact with words the gravedigger is. We must speak

very precisely or ambiguity will get us nowhere.

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; / And thus the

native hue of resolution / Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of

thought, …

Metaphor and personification.

Forty thousand brothers / Could not, with all their quantity of

love, / Make up my sum.

Hyperbole and metaphor.

So excellent a king; that was, to this, / Hyperion to a satyr.

Allusion and metaphor

Think yourself a baby, / That you have ta’en these tenders for true

pay, / which are not sterling. Tender yourself more dearly.

Metaphor and pun

You would play me; you would seem to know my stops; you

would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me

from my lowest note to the top of my compass: and there is much music, excellent voice, in this

little organ; yet cannot you make it speak. ‘Sblood, do you think that I am easier to be played on

than a pipe?

Extended metaphor or analogy.

Rashly, / And praised be rashness for it, let us know, / Our

indiscretion sometimes serves us well, / When our dear plots do pall: and that should teach us /

There’s a divinity that shapes our ends, / Rough-hew them how we

will.

Hamlet is about to tell Horatio about how he changed the letter for the English King and feels he was guided by the hand of God.

What is the reason that you use me thus? / I loved you ever: but it

is no matter; / Let Hercules himself do what he may, / The cat will mew, and dog will have his

day.

Hamlet has just fought with Laertes in Ophelia’s grave and

Laertes tried to kill him. Hamlet is upset that he was treated so

badly.

O… that the Everlasting had not fixed / His cannon ‘gainst self-slaughter! O God! God! / How weary, stale, and unprofitable / Seem to me all the uses of this

world!”

Hamlet’s father is dead; Claudius has just been crowned king and

has just married Hamlet’s mother; Hamlet is so depressed that he wants to commit suicide.

Why, man, they did make love to this employment; / They are not

near my conscience.

Hamlet has just told Horatio about switching the letters and that R and G are going to be

killed in England.

I shall win at the odds. But thou wouldst not think how ill all’s

here about my heart: but it is no matter.

Hamlet is about to duel with Laertes, but he is admitting to

Horatio that he has a bad feeling about this duel.