Give first admittance to th’ ambassadors.My news shall be the fruit to that great feast. Teach your students to analyze literature like LitCharts does. No, I had to do something. That you must teach me. He would drive the guilty crazy with shame, horrify the innocent, confuse the ignorant, and shock anyone with eyes and ears. [to FIRST PLAYER] — Dost thou hear me, old friend? My lord and my lady, to make grand speeches about what majesty is, what service is, or why day is day, night is night, and time is time, would be nothing more than a waste of day, night, and time.

I’ll have these players, Play something like the murder of my father. ‘Swounds, I should take it, for it cannot be But I am pigeon-livered and lack gall To make oppression bitter, or ere this I should have fatted all the region kites With this slave’s offal.
You and I will hide behind the tapestry and observe their encounter.

Very well.

Though I’m such a beggar that my thanks aren’t worth much, I still thank you. How are they escoted? Perhaps he has taken advantage of my sadness—because he has great influence over melancholy people—to trick me into damnation. If you’d be willing to show us the kindness of staying with us a while to try to help us, we’ll reward you in such a way as only a king can. Come, come. Th’ appurtenance of welcome is fashion and ceremony. Welcome, dear Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Oh, there has been much throwing about of brains. Look how brave I am—the son of a beloved, murdered father; told to take revenge by heaven and hell; and yet all I can do is talk about my problems and curse like a whore in the street. But thereis, sir, an eyrie of children, little eyases, that cry out on the top of question and are most tyrannically clapped for ’t. Welcome, dear Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. By the Virgin Mary, you’ve grown taller by the height of a pair of platform shoes! What, are they children? [To GERTRUDE] Do you think this is the cause of Hamlet’s behavior? Can you play The Murder of Gonzago? Th’ ambassadors from Norway, my good lord,Are joyfully returned. We crossed paths with them as we were on our way here, and they’re coming to entertain you. Oh, it’s you, old friend!

My lord, I was thinking that if men don’t delight you, what a poor welcome you’ll give the coming troupe of actors. ‘Give him these, Reynaldo,’ he said. I’ll talk to him again. Oh, what a low-life scoundrel I am!

[to FIRST PLAYER] ‘Tis well. Abid 1 Ayesha Abid Christopher Saracinni ENG4U July 23 2020 ACT 2… And his commission to employ those soldiers, That it might please you to give quiet pass.