I Shall Not Set My Eyes on His Likeness Again Hamlet

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• Human activity 3, Scene 1
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Village: Deed 3, Scene 1 Translation

A side-by-side translation of Human activity 3, Scene 1 of Hamlet from the original Shakespeare into modern English language.

Original Text	Translated Text
Source: Folger Shakespeare Library
Enter King, Queen, Polonius, Ophelia, Rosencrantz, Guildenstern, and Lords. Rex And tin can you by no drift of conference Get from him why he puts on this confusion, Grating so harshly all his days of quiet With turbulent and dangerous lunacy? ROSENCRANTZ He does confess he feels himself distracted, 5 Only from what cause he volition by no means speak. GUILDENSTERN Nor do we discover him forward to exist sounded, But with a crafty madness keeps aristocratic When nosotros would bring him on to some confession Of his true country. 10 QUEEN Did he receive yous well? ROSENCRANTZ Nearly like a gentleman. GUILDENSTERN But with much forcing of his disposition. ROSENCRANTZ Niggard of question, only of our demands Most free in his answer. 15	After, in a room in the palace, Claudius questions Rosencrantz and Guildenstern about whether they've gotten any closer to figuring out why Hamlet "puts on" this madness. The ii friends say that Hamlet admits he's been out of sorts, merely he won't tell them why. If anything, they say, Hamlet's been pretty good at non proverb much.
QUEEN Did y'all analysis him to whatsoever pastime? ROSENCRANTZ Madam, it and then fell out that certain players We o'erraught on the manner. Of these we told him, And at that place did seem in him a kind of joy To hear of it. They are here about the court, 20 And, equally I retrieve, they take already club Tonight to play before him. POLONIUS 'Tis nearly true, And he beseeched me to entreat your Majesties To hear and see the thing. 25 KING With all my heart, and it doth much content me To hear him so inclined. Good gentlemen, give him a further edge And drive his purpose into these delights. ROSENCRANTZ We shall, my lord. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern thirty and Lords get out.	Gertrude wants to know if they managed to convince him to do anything with his fourth dimension other than mope about. Rosencrantz happily informs the King and Queen that Hamlet is pretty excited about the players who've just arrived at the castle. Polonius adds that Hamlet wants to make sure that the Male monarch and Queen come up to the play. Awesome! They'll exist at that place.
Rex Sweetness Gertrude, leave us also, For we have closely sent for Hamlet hither, That he, as 'twere by accident, may here Barb Ophelia. Her father and myself, lawful espials, 35 Will and then bestow ourselves that, seeing unseen, We may of their encounter frankly judge And gather by him, as he is behaved, If 't be th' disease of his honey or no That thus he suffers for. 40 QUEEN I shall obey y'all. And for your part, Ophelia, I exercise wish That your expert beauties be the happy cause Of Hamlet's wildness. So shall I promise your virtues Will bring him to his wonted fashion again, 45 To both your honors. OPHELIA Madam, I wish it may. Queen exits.	As planned, Claudius and Polonius get prepare to set a trap for Hamlet, with Ophelia as the willing bait. The two men will hide and look to see what happens when Hamlet encounters Ophelia, hoping they'll be able to judge from Hamlet's interaction with the daughter whether he's been driven mad past love, or by something else. Gertrude hopes it'due south Ophelia, since her virtues volition bring Hamlet back around to his senses. Ophelia, always pliant, hopes so also.
POLONIUS Ophelia, walk you here.—Gracious, so please you, Nosotros will bestow ourselves. To Ophelia. Read on this volume, l That evidence of such an do may color Your loneliness.—We are oft to blame in this ('Tis too much proved), that with devotion's visage And pious action we practice saccharide o'er The devil himself. 55	Polonius then instructs Ophelia to walk around reading a prayer volume, which volition seem a reasonable excuse for her to be alone. (Also a good manner to fall flat on your face, but whatevs.) Ever ready with a moral lesson, Polonius quips that piety and devotion are ofttimes a practiced cover for wicked deeds.
KING, bated O, 'tis besides true! How smart a lash that spoken communication doth requite my conscience. The harlot's cheek beautied with plast'ring art Is not more ugly to the thing that helps information technology 60 Than is my deed to my most painted discussion. O heavy burden!	In an aside, Claudius reveals that he'due south feeling guilty and Polonius's words have hit him like a whip. He's covered over his wicked deed, simply information technology doesn't brand his deed whatever less ugly. (Guess that ghost wasn't lying, then.)
POLONIUS I hear him coming. Permit's withdraw, my lord. They withdraw. Enter Hamlet. Village To be or not to be—that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to endure 65 The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to have artillery against a sea of troubles And, by opposing, stop them. To die, to sleep— No more than—and by a slumber to say we end The heartache and the thousand natural shocks seventy That flesh is heir to—'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. To dice, to slumber— To sleep, peradventure to dream. Ay, there's the rub, For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, 75 Must give united states break. At that place'south the respect That makes calamity of so long life. For who would conduct the whips and scorns of time, Th' oppressor'south wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the police force's delay, fourscore The insolence of function, and the spurns That patient merit of th' unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, 85 But that the dread of something after death, The undiscovered state from whose bourn No traveler returns, puzzles the will And makes u.s.a. rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know non of? 90 Thus conscience does make cowards of the states all, And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale bandage of thought, And enterprises of great pitch and moment With this regard their currents plough awry 95 And lose the proper noun of action.—Soft you at present, The fair Ophelia.—Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins remembered.	Hearing Hamlet arroyo, everybody clears out then Hamlet can privately deliver one of the greatest speeches of all time. Seriously, guys, you have to come across this 1. What'southward the question? "To be, or not to be." In other words, is it meliorate to go on living in this world or to, well...non? Village compares death to sleep, which wouldn't exist so bad, except that there'southward no way to know what kind of dreams we might take when we're dead. Of grade, we'd escape a lot by being expressionless, like being spurned in beloved, except that maybe information technology'due south better to put up with the bad things you know virtually in life than to run off into death'south "undiscovered country." Anyone else get chills? Hamlet then spots Ophelia reading her religious book, and closes his spoken communication past saying he hopes she'll pray for him.
OPHELIA Skilful my lord, How does your Honor for this many a day? 100 Village I humbly cheers, well. OPHELIA My lord, I accept remembrances of yours That I accept longèd long to redeliver. I pray y'all now receive them. HAMLET No, not I. I never gave yous cipher. 105 OPHELIA My honored lord, you lot know correct well you did, And with them words of so sweet breath composed As made the things more rich. Their perfume lost, Take these once more, for to the noble mind 110 Rich gifts wax poor when givers testify unkind. There, my lord.	After a little pocket-sized talk, Ophelia tries to return the letters and presents Hamlet gave her back before she shunned him. Hamlet insists that he never gave her anything, to which Ophelia replies, "Oh yes you did." Then she tries to give them to him once more.
Hamlet Ha, ha, are you honest? OPHELIA My lord? Village Are you fair? 115 OPHELIA What means your Lordship? Hamlet That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should acknowledge no discourse to your beauty. OPHELIA Could beauty, my lord, take better commerce than with honesty? 120 Village Ay, truly, for the ability of beauty will sooner transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the force of honesty can interpret beauty into his likeness. This was sometime a paradox, but at present the fourth dimension gives information technology proof. I did dearest you once. 125	Hamlet ignores Ophelia's offering of his letters and asks if she's honest (meaning "chaste"). He suggests if she is honest and beautiful, so she shouldn't let the traits mix, as beauty corrupts honesty faster than honesty tin influence the beautiful. Basically, he'south saying that a pretty woman (like his mom) will attract a lot of guys and is leap to eventually lose her honor with one of them. A woman who's chaste but not cute, on the other hand, won't attract anyone, so she'll remain celibate. (Dainty view of women, Hamlet.) To be a total jerk, he then throws in, "Yeah, I was in beloved with you lot. Once."
OPHELIA Indeed, my lord, you lot fabricated me believe and so. HAMLET You should not have believed me, for virtue cannot so inoculate our erstwhile stock simply we shall savour of it. I loved you not. OPHELIA I was the more than deceived. 130	Ophelia says that she certainly believed Hamlet was in dear with her. But then Hamlet goes on to say that she shouldn't accept believed it, because...he actually didn't honey her. (Await, what? Their Facebook condition is clearly "It'south complicated.")
HAMLET Get thee to a nunnery. Why wouldst thou exist a breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest, but yet I could accuse me of such things that it were better my mother had not borne me: I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offenses 135 at my brook than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or fourth dimension to act them in. What should such fellows every bit I do crawling betwixt globe and sky? We are arrant knaves all; believe none of the states. Go thy ways to a nunnery. 140 Where'southward your male parent? OPHELIA At home, my lord.	Hamlet then tells Ophelia to get herself to a nunnery (a.k.a., convent) since it unwise for her to dear him. (Fun fact: "nunnery" was 16th century slang for whorehouse, and then...Hamlet could likewise be telling Ophelia she belongs in a brothel.) He and then pats himself on the dorsum for being fairly virtuous, fifty-fifty though he has many nighttime qualities and is, similar all men, a jerkface that tin can't exist trusted. Thus, Ophelia actually had better become herself off to a convent, where it'southward safe. Oh, and by the way, Hamlet wants to know where her father is. Ophelia says he's at home.
Hamlet Allow the doors exist shut upon him that he may play the fool nowhere only in 's own business firm. Farewell. OPHELIA O, help him, you sweet heavens! 145	Great. If Polonius is at home, he should close himself in and so he won't accept to be a fool anywhere but in his own house. Ophelia is getting pretty concerned for Hamlet at this point. He seems pretty crazy to her. Plus he's existence totally awful.
HAMLET If yard dost ally, I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry: be thou equally chaste every bit water ice, as pure equally snow, thou shalt non escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery, adieu. Or if thou wilt needs marry, ally a fool, for wise men know well enough what 150 monsters you lot make of them. To a nunnery, go, and quickly too. Farewell. OPHELIA Heavenly powers, restore him!	Hamlet said "farewell," but he'south not done with Ophelia even so. Every bit a parting shot, he says if she marries, she'll be plagued past disaster, no matter how celibate she is. And really, he says, if she has to marry, she should marry a fool, since wise men know that women only make men into "monsters." Note: That'south a reference to the thought that all women turn men into "cuckolds" (men who are cheated on by their wives), who grow horns, like monsters.
HAMLET I accept heard of your paintings likewise, well enough. God hath given you lot one face, and yous 155 make yourselves another. You jig and amble, and y'all lisp; you nickname God's creatures and make your wantonness your ignorance. Go to, I'll no more on 't. Information technology hath made me mad. I say nosotros will take no more than marriage. Those that are married already, 160 all but one, shall live. The rest shall proceed every bit they are. To a nunnery, go. He exits.	After saying "farewell" once more, Hamlet goes on to say that women are duplicitous. They hide their true selves past painting their faces and frolicking virtually and acting dumb so men will recollect they're cute. Andthat is why he'due south crazy. Later dismissing half the planet every bit faithless (because they're women), he suggests that there be no more spousal relationship, ever, and that of all the married people around correct now, all but 1 of them tin go along living. Gee...we wonder who he'southward talking about. So, finally, without saying "farewell," he leaves.
OPHELIA O, what a noble listen is here o'erthrown! The courtier's, soldier'south, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword, 165 Thursday' expectancy and rose of the fair land, The glass of fashion and the mold of class, Th' observed of all observers, quite, quite downwards! And I, of ladies most deject and wretched, That sucked the honey of his musicked vows, 170 Now run into that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of time and harsh; That unmatched form and stature of diddled youth Blasted with ecstasy. O, woe is me T' accept seen what I take seen, come across what I run into! 175	Ophelia tin can't believe how low Hamlet has sunk. He used to be Denmark'due south best and brightest, and now his mind is mush. She thinks he'due south totally lost information technology and that she's the nigh miserable of all the women who once admired and crushed on Hamlet.
KING, advancing with Polonius Love? His affections do not that way tend; Nor what he spake, though it lacked form a piddling, Was not like madness. There's something in his soul O'er which his melancholy sits on breed, And I exercise doubtfulness the hatch and the disembalm 180 Will be some danger; which for to prevent, I accept in quick determination Thus gear up it down: he shall with speed to England For the demand of our neglected tribute. Haply the seas, and countries unlike, 185 With variable objects, shall miscarry This something-settled matter in his heart, Whereon his brains still beating puts him thus From fashion of himself. What think yous on 't?	Claudius and Polonius pitter-patter out of their hiding place. Claudius announces that Village doesn't sound either lovesick or mad. Instead, it sounds like he'south suffering from cracking sadness. Something is sitting heavy on his soul. (Gee, Claudius, what practice you recall that could be?) In whatsoever case, Claudius thinks this seems similar a good time to send Village off to England. The change of scenery might do him skilful, right?
POLONIUS It shall do well. Only yet do I believe 190 The origin and commencement of his grief Sprung from neglected dearest.—How now, Ophelia? You need non tell us what Lord Hamlet said; We heard it all.—My lord, practice as you please, Only, if you lot hold it fit, after the play 195 Allow his queen-female parent all lonely entreat him To bear witness his grief. Permit her be round with him; And I'll be placed, and so delight you, in the ear Of all their conference. If she notice him not, To England send him, or confine him where 200 Your wisdom all-time shall recollect. Rex It shall be and so. Madness in great ones must not unwatched go. They exit.	Polonius isn't sure. He however thinks this is about unrequited honey, but he has one more than test for Village. (Yeah, it involves more spying.) Polonius says they should leave Village solitary with his mom later the play, and see if she can convince him to reveal the true source of his grief. (Polonius volition spy on them, of course.) If Gertrude doesn't go any good information out of him, well, then it'south off to England for the silent son.

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