English Literature: Rejhane Jonuzi
English Literature: Rejhane Jonuzi
Rejhane Jonuzi
Hamlet
O that this too too solid flesh would melt,
Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew!
Or that the Everlasting had not fix’d
His canon ’gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God!
How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable
Seem to me all the uses of this world!
Fie on’t! O fie! ’tis an unweeded garden,
That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature
Possess it merely. That it should come to this!
But two months dead!—nay, not so much, not two:
So excellent a king; that was, to this,
Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother,
That he might not beteem the winds of heaven
Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth!
Must I remember? Why, she would hang on him
As if increase of appetite had grown
By what it fed on: and yet, within a month,—
Let me not think on’t,—Frailty, thy name is woman!—
A little month; or ere those shoes were old
With which she followed my poor father’s body
Like Niobe, all tears;—why she, even she,—
O God! a beast that wants discourse of reason,
Would have mourn’d longer,—married with mine uncle,
My father’s brother; but no more like my father
Than I to Hercules: within a month;
Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears
Had left the flushing in her galled eyes,
She married:— O, most wicked speed, to post
With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!
It is not, nor it cannot come to good;
But break my heart,—for I must hold my tongue.
In his first soliloquy, Hamlet bemoans the fact that he cannot commit suicide. He
wishes that his physical self might just cease to exist, "melt, / Thaw, and resolve
itself into a dew." He complains that his religion prohibits suicide and claims that
he would sooner die than continue watching his mother engage in her vile incest.
These thoughts torment him, but he knows that he can't speak them aloud to
anyone.
Othello
That Cassio loves her, I do well believe ’t.
That she loves him, ’tis apt and of great credit.
The Moor, howbeit that I endure him not,
Is of a constant, loving, noble nature,
And I dare think he’ll prove to Desdemona
A most dear husband. Now, I do love her too,
Not out of absolute lust—though peradventure
I stand accountant for as great a sin—
But partly led to diet my revenge,
For that I do suspect the lusty Moor
Hath leaped into my seat. The thought whereof
Doth, like a poisonous mineral, gnaw my inwards,
And nothing can or shall content my soul
Till I am evened with him, wife for wife.
Or, failing so, yet that I put the Moor
At least into a jealousy so strong
That judgment cannot cure. Which thing to do,
If this poor trash of Venice, whom I trace
For his quick hunting, stand the putting on,
I’ll have our Michael Cassio on the hip,
Abuse him to the Moor in the right garb
(For I fear Cassio with my night-cape too)
Make the Moor thank me, love me, and reward me
For making him egregiously an ass
And practicing upon his peace and quiet
Even to madness. 'Tis here, but yet confused.
Knavery’s plain face is never seen till used
Iago's second soliloquy is very revealing. It shows him shaping a plan out of the
confusion of his emotionally charged thoughts. Iago examines his own thoughts,
especially his hatred for Othello: "The Moor, howbeit that I endure him not" (269)
and finds a common thread in the "poisonous mineral" of jealousy that still swirls
around the rumor that Othello has enjoyed Emilia. Iago could get his revenge by
seducing Desdemona: "Now I do love her too . . . / But partly led to diet my
revenge, / For that I do suspect the lusty Moor / Hath leaped into my seat, the
thought whereof / Doth like a poisonous mineral gnaw my inwards" (272-278).
Iago uses the word "love" here in a very cynical way, making it a combination of
lust and power seeking. At first he sees his seduction of Desdemona as his revenge:
"Till I am evened with him, wife for wife" (280). Then Iago realizes that the
unsubstantiated jealousy that torments him is the very weapon he can use against
Othello, who will be even more susceptible. Iago will lead Othello, via jealousy, to
madness: "Make the Moor thank me, love me, and reward me, / For making him
egregiously an ass, / And practicing upon his peace and quiet / Even to madness"
(289-293). Alone, Iago delivers his second soliloquy. He says that he thinks it
likely that Cassio does indeed love Desdemona, and believable at least that she
might love him. He says that he himself loves Desdemona, though mainly he just
wants to sleep with her because he wants revenge on Othello for possibly sleeping
with Emilia. If he's unable to sleep with Desdemona, though, he reasons, at least
the confrontation he's engineered between Roderigo and Cassio will cause Othello
to suspect Desdemona of infidelity and drive him mad.