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Hamlet Act 2 Literary Devices

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by Tanvir Reza on 21 April 2011

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Transcript of Hamlet Act 2 Literary Devices

Hamlet Act 2 Literary Devices Imagery

OPHELIA
He took me by the wrist and held me hard.
Then goes he to the length of all his arm,
And, with his other hand thus o'er his brow,
He falls to such perusal of my face
As he would draw it. Long stayed he so.
At last, a little shaking of mine arm
And thrice his head thus waving up and down,
He raised a sigh so piteous and profound
As it did seem to shatter all his bulk
And end his being. That done, he lets me go,
And, with his head over his shoulder turned,
He seemed to find his way without his eyes,
For out o' doors he went without their helps,
And to the last bended their light on me.
Jargon POLONIUS
Do you know me, my lord?

HAMLET
Excellent well. You are a fishmonger.
Paradox “I am but mad north-north-west: when the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw" Satire Rethorical Questions "Am I a coward? /Who calls me villain? Breaks my pate across?" “My liege and madam, to expostulate, What majesty should be, what duty is, Why day is day, night night, and time is time, Were nothing but to waste night, day, and time. Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief: your noble son is mad.”
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