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Hamlet Act 4 Scene 6 & 7

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Emily Bowe

on 18 December 2012

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Transcript of Hamlet Act 4 Scene 6 & 7

Act 4 Scene 6 &7 Themes Gender Character Development Claudius Conflicts Hamlet Vs. Laertes Literary Devices Laertes Gertrude "And that he calls for drink, I'll have prepar'd him
A chalice for the nonce, whereon but sipping,
If he by chance escape your venom'd stuck,
Our purpose may hold there" (4.7.160-162). Revenge Death "Under the moon, can save the thing from death
that is but scrathc'd withal. I'll touch my point
With this contagion, that if I gall him slightly,
it may be death" (4.7.145-148). "One woe doth tread upon another's heel,
so fast they follow. Your sister's drown'd, Laertes"
(4.7. 163-164) Imagery Pathos Dramatic Irony "Too much water hast thou, poor Ophelia,
And therefore I forbid my tears. But yet
It is our trick; nature her custom holds.
Let shamesay what it will. [Weeps] When these are
gone,
The woman will be out, Adieu, my lord,
I have a speech o' fire that fain would blaze
But that is folly doubts it" (4.7.185-191). "A sword unbated, and in a pass of practice
Requite him for your father" (4.7.138-139). "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" (4.7.181-183). “I am lost in it, my lord. But let him come.
It warms the very sickness in my heart
That I shall live and tell him to his teeth,
‘Thus diest thou’” (4.7.54-57). Claudius Vs. Hamlet “Will you do this, keep close within your chamber; Hamlet, return’d, shall know you are come home;
We’ll put on those shall praise your excellence,
And set a double varnish on the fame
The Frenchman gave you, bring you, in fine, together,
And wager o’er your heads. He, being remiss,
Most generous, and free from all contriving,
Will not peruse the foils, so that with ease -
Or with a little shuffling – you may choose
A sword unbated, and in pass of practice
Requite him for your father” (4.7.127-139). Ophelia Vs. Herself “Her clothes spread wide,
And mermaid-like a while 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” (4.7.175-180).
CLAUDIUS
Hamlet comes back: what would you undertake,
To show yourself your father's son in deedMore than in words?
LAERTES
To cut his throat i' the church.
KING CLAUDIUS
No place, indeed, should murder sanctuarize;
Revenge should have no bounds.
(4.7.13) "I will do't.
And for that purpose, I'll anoint my sword.
I bought an unction of a mountebank,
So mortal that, but dip a knife in it,
Where it draws blood no cataplasm so rare,Collected from all simples that have virtue
Under the moon, can save the thing from death
That is but scratched withal. I’ll touch my point
With this contagion, that if I gall him slightly
It may be death" (4.7. “When down her weedy trophies and herself
Fell in the weeping brooke. Her clothes spread wide,
And mermaid-like awhile they bore her up”
(4.7.174-176).

“Till her garments, heavy with their drink,
Pull’d the poor wretch from her melodious lay
To muddy death” (4.7.181-183).
“How much I had to do to calm his rage.
Now I fear I this will give it start again” (4.7.193-194). "The queen his mother
Lives almost by his looks, and for myself—
My virtue or my plague, be it either which—
She’s so conjunctive to my life and soul
That, as the star moves not but in his sphere,
I could not but by her. The other motive
Why to a public count I might not go
the great love the general gender bear him,
Who, dipping all his faults in their affection, (...)
Would have reverted to my bow again,
And not where I had aimed them." (4.7.11-24
“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." (4.7.185-185). “Let shame say what it will. [Weeps] When these are
gone,
The woman will be out” (4.7.188-90).
By Emily, Kaytlin, Sam and Stuart
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