hamlet’s worldview of family life

Hamlet’s Worldview of

Family Life

“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.” (I. ii. 139-142)

“Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,Nor customary suits of solemn black,

Nor windy suspiration of forced breath,No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,

Nor the dejected 'havior of the visage,Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief,

That can denote me truly.” (I. ii. 77-84)

“O my prophetic soul! My uncle?” (I. v. 41)

“Why, she would hang on himAs 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!”

(I. ii. 43-46)

“Tis an unweeded gardenThat grows to seed. Things rank and gross in nature

Possess it merely. That it should come to this.” (I. ii. 135-137)

“Heaven make thee free of it. I follow thee.—I am dead, Horatio.—Wretched queen, adieu!—”

(V. ii. 327-328)

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