Shambles: Summer of Infinite Jestation

Poor Yorick Entertainment Unlimited

Hamlet, Act V, Scene I, Lines ~165-185:

FIRST CLOWN: … The same skull, sir, was, sir, Yorick’s skull, the King’s jester.

HAMLET: This?                        [Takes the skull]

FIRST CLOWN: E’en that.

HAMLET: Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath bore me on his back a thousand times, and now how abhorr’d in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kiss’d I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now, your gambols, your songs, your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning – quite chop-fall’n*. Now get you to my lady’s [chamber], and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favor**  she must come; make her laugh at that. […]

*note from editor: 1) lacking the lower jaw, or 2) downcast

**ne: appearance


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Orin dreams of Moms’s head has been severed and attached to his body. Aside from suggesting he has serious mommy issues, I’m not sure what that means.

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Here is a little more from some edition of Hamlet:

Act I, Scene II, lines 275-280ish:
GERTRUDE: If it be/ Why seems it so particular with thee?
HAMLET: Seems, madam. Nay, it is. I know not ‘seems’.

Act II, Scene II, lines 1345-1350ish:
HAMLET: Denmark’s a prison.
ROSENCRANTZ: Then the world is one.
HAMLET: A goodly one; in which there are many confines, wards, and
dungeons, Denmark being one o’ th’ worst.
ROSENCRANTZ: We think not so, my lord.
HAMLET: Why then there ’tis none to you; for there is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so. To me it is a prison.

And of course, the famous not to be missed Act III, Scene I speech (c. line 1750) , where Hamlet ruminates on the point of existenZ:

HAMLET: To be, or not to be…

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Some of Shakespeare’s Cross-dressers:

The Merchant of Venice: Portia as a man
Twelfth Night: Viola as a man
As You Like It: Rosalind as a man who dresses as a woman

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Hamlet Act V, Scene I at approximately the point where two clowns discuss the burial of Ophelia (line ~9ish):

FIRST CLOWN: Is she to be buried in Christian burial that
wilfully seeks her own salvation?

SECOND CLOWN: I tell thee she is: and therefore make her grave
straight: the crowner hath sat on her, and finds it
Christian burial.

FIRST CLOWN: How can that be, unless she drowned herself in her
own defence?

SECOND CLOWN: Why, ’tis found so.

FIRST CLOWN: It must be ‘se offendendo;’ it cannot be else. For
here lies the point: if I drown myself wittingly,
it argues an act: and an act hath three branches: it
is, to act, to do, to perform: argal, she drowned
herself wittingly.

Courtesy of this site.

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