There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again.
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
...to the manner born
...it is a custom
More honoured in the breach than the observance.
Murder most foul
The time is out of joint
The devil hath power
To assume a pleasing shape.
Neither a borrower nor a lender be
This above all: to thine own self be true
Frailty, thy name is woman!
Brevity is the soul of wit
What a piece of work is a man!
To be, or not to be: that is the question
Though this be madness, yet there is method in it.
O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown!
The play's the thing....
Suit the action to the word, the word to the action...to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature.
The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
...Hoist with his own petar.
Alas, poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio
I must be cruel, only to be kind
Sweets to the sweet
A hit, a very palpable hit.
To die, to sleep;
To sleep; perchance to dream
The rest is silence.
Good night, sweet prince
Go bid the soldiers shoot.
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The play for all the ages
Hamlet is such a famous play—so much the great drama, the one play that everyone in the world can quote at least six words from—that we usually can't see how strange it is that this should be so.
Look at the plot. The prince of Denmark suspects his father, the previous king, was killed (his father's ghost told him so) by Uncle Claudius who has taken the throne—alongside his mother the queen. So he spends most of the play moaning and trying to make up his mind what to do about it. Along the way he kills an innocent man, drives the woman who loves him to suicide, alternately berates and comes on to the queen, taunts the new king by staging a play about regicide, and escapes being murdered himself, until finally leaving the court strewn with bodies, including his own.
It's Shakespeare's longest play (if you have the edition with the full text). Very dramatic. Violent. Yes. Passionate and darkly reflective by turn. Yes. Yes. A lovely tale of power, intrigue and bloody vengeance.
For Klingons maybe. But what is it about this play that appeals so deeply to the rest of us more gentle folk?
I find it difficult to get a handle on Hamlet. It's all over the place, yet somehow intensely focused. I could write an essay on any of a dozen themes found in Hamlet, but I can't seem to sum up what the play is about. I'm not sure anyone can.
There are too many ways of looking at it, with new ways still being invented after four centuries. The latest academic trend, at this time of writing, is to interpret Hamlet as a coded defence of religious freedom, since it's been discovered Shakespeare himself was probably a secretly practising Catholic in officially Anglican England. This perspective on the play is sure to be argued over for a few more years—until a new one arises.
With all the intense scrutiny of the play, maybe Hamlet is about intensity itself, about the desperate, inchoate yearning inside us. So no matter how different from the prince's our personalities and circumstances might be, we each identify with his confusion of fear and outrage. Maybe.
I don't usually don't buy the nostrum that a work of art is whatever you make of it, but Hamlet more than most plays seems open to multiple interpretations that depend on the audience's situation and expectations.
The great Albanian actor Alexander Moissi (1879–1935) played the lead role in Hamlet often over a thirty-year period and is said to have unveiled three interpretations at different stages in his life. As a young man, he portrayed Hamlet as sentimental and melancholy, suffering spiritually. As he matured, his Hamlet became a humanist. And in his later years, he played the prince as a rebel, not merely bent on revenge but standing against tyranny and hypocrisy.
Interestingly, all three of these interpretations could represent phases that adolescents go through on a daily basis. Just listen to an hour of teen popular music—rock, rap, heavy metal, whatever—and you'll hear all these stances. And more than once you'll sense the implied violent release that Shakespeare delivers at the end of Hamlet.
So I'll leave it to present and future generations to find their own interpretations of Hamlet. Perhaps, as Hamlet says, the play's the thing.
He's referring to his staged play-within-the-play as the way he'll provoke the king, but we can also take the enclosing play, Hamlet, as the thing to rouse and exorcise our own personal or social demons.
End of serious discussion on Hamlet.
In case you really don't want to bother reading this disturbing this play in its full length, here's a more easily digestible summary for you. It's supposed to have appeared in a Time-Life publication in 1962 and shows how Hamlet would be written for one of the Dick-and-Jane primers that were popular for teaching children to read in those days:
See Hamlet run.
Run, Hamlet, Run.
He is going to his mother's room.
"I have something to tell you mother," says Hamlet.
"Uncle Claudius is bad. He gave my father poison. Poison is not good. I do not like poison. Do you like poison?"
"Oh, no, indeed!" says his mother. "I do not like poison."
"Oh, there is Uncle Claudius," says Hamlet. "He is hiding behind the curtain.
Why is he hiding behind the curtain?
Shall I stab him? What fun it would be to stab him through the curtain."
See Hamlet draw his sword. See Hamlet stab. Stab, Hamlet, stab.
See Uncle Claudius' blood.
See Uncle Claudius' blood gushing.
Gush, blood, gush.
See Uncle Claudius fall. How funny he looks, stabbed.
Ha, ha, ha.
But it is not Uncle Claudius. It is Polonius. Polonius is Ophelia's father.
"You are naughty, Hamlet,' says Hamlet's mother. 'You have stabbed Polonius."
But Hamlet's mother is not cross. She is a good mother.
Hamlet loves his mother very much. Hamlet loves his mother very, very much.
Does Hamlet love his mother a little too much?
See Hamlet run. Run, Hamlet, Run.
"I am on my way to find Uncle Claudius," Hamlet says.
On the way he meets a man. "I am Laertes," says the man.
"Let us draw our swords. Let us duel."
See Hamlet and Laertes duel. See Laertes stab Hamlet. See Hamlet stab Laertes. See Hamlet's mother drink poison. See Hamlet stab King Claudius.
See everybody wounded and bleeding and dying and dead.
What fun they are having!
Wouldn't you like to have fun like that?
Or, in case even that is too much for you to take in, there's the still shorter version I once created for posting on Twitter in 140 characters:
Methinks uncle killed dad, now ghostly. And bedded mom. Alas poor me. To be? To kill! Oops. Try again. Oops, oops. Ahhh. Goodnight. Silence.
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