Hamlet
Text z Príbehu
- GHOST: Now, Hamlet, hear. ’Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard,A serpent stung me. So the whole ear of DenmarkIs by a forgèd process of my death Rankly abused. But know, thou noble youth, The serpent that did sting
- HAMLET: O, my prophetic soul! My uncle!
- POLONIOUS: I hear him coming. Let’s withdraw, my lord
- HAMLET:To be or not to be—that is the question:Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to sufferThe slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,Or to take arms against a sea of troublesAnd, by opposing, end them
- HAMLET: Now might I do it pat, now he is a-praying, And now I’ll do ’t .And so he goes to heaven,
- CLAUDIOUS: O wretched state! O bosom black as death! O limèd soul, that, struggling to be free, Art more engaged! Help, angels! Make assay. Bow, stubborn knees, and heart with strings of steel Be soft as sinews of the newborn babe. All may be well.
- HAMLET: Nay, I know not. Is it the King?
- GERTRUDE: O me, what hast thou done?
- OPHELIA: I hope all will be well. We must be patient,but I cannot choose but weep to think they wouldlay him i’ th’ cold ground.
- Give me your pardon, sir. I have done you wrong;But pardon ’t as you are a gentleman. This presenceknows,And you must needs have heard, how I am punished With a sore distraction
- I am satisfied in nature,Whose motive in this case should stir me mostTo my revenge; but in my terms of honorI stand aloof and will no reconcilement
Bolo vytvorených viac ako 30 miliónov storyboardov