To be, or not to be, I there’s the point
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This is my premiere episode where I introduce myself, the podcast and add a little moment of drama from the ‘Bad Quarto’ Hamlet.
(00:56) – A little about myself
I’m a Coloradan living in England in the Midlands, I love to knit, spin, cook, and have a passion for Early Modern Drama esp Shakespeare.
Sunny’s Mittens by Robin Hansen
(04:06) – Segments I’d like to include
- That’s my story
- American English
- Little Moment of Drama
(06:20) – Signposting
E-mail: 2BAnnaB (at) gmail . com
(07:15) – A Little Moment of Drama
Often known as the ‘Bad Quarto’ because it was most likely constructed from memory by an actor in the company. Quatro is a printing term for the pages being 1/4th the size of a full blanksheet. The following text is a trascription of the published quarto so it uses spelling and typsetting of the day (mostly ‘u’ is ‘v’ and ‘v’ is ‘u’)
1603 1st Quarto Hamlet
To be, or not to be, I there’s the point,
To Die, to sleepe, is that all? I all:
No, to sleepe, to dreame, I mary there it goes,
For in that dreame of death, when wee awake,
And borne before an euerlasting Iudge,
From whence no passenger euer retur’nd,
The vndiscouered country, at whose sight
The happy smile, and the accursed damn’d.
But for this, the ioyfull hope of this,
Whol’d beare the scornes and flattery of the world,
Scorned by the right rich, the rich curssed of the poore?
The widow being oppressd, the orphan wrong’d;
The taste of hunger, or a tirants raigne,
And thousand more calamities besides,
To grunt and sweate vnder this weary life,
When that he may his full _Quietus_ make,
With a bare bodkin, who would this indure,
But for a hope of something after death?
Which pusles the braine, and doth confound the sence,
Which makes vs rather beare those euilles we haue,
Than flie to others that we know not of.
I that, O this conscience makes cowardes of vs all,
Lady in thy orizons, be all my sinnes remembred.
(10:36) – “Shall we Shog?”
One of my favourite lines from Henry V
Nym: Shall we shog? The king will be gone from Southhampton.
Shog is a fantastic middle english word meaning to move along.