Hamlet Act 4 Scene 4 Speech

HAMLET:
    

    I'll be with you straight go a little before.

    Exeunt all except HAMLET
    How all occasions do inform against me,
    And spur my dull revenge! What is a man,
    If his chief good and market of his time
    Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more.
    Sure, he that made us with such large discourse,
    Looking before and after, gave us not
    That capability and god-like reason
    To fust in us unused. Now, whether it be
    Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple
    Of thinking too precisely on the event,
    A thought which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom
    And ever three parts coward, I do not know
    Why yet I live to say 'This thing's to do;'
    Sith I have cause and will and strength and means
    To do't. Examples gross as earth exhort me:
    Witness this army of such mass and charge
    Led by a delicate and tender prince,
    Whose spirit with divine ambition puff'd
    Makes mouths at the invisible event,
    Exposing what is mortal and unsure
    To all that fortune, death and danger dare,
    Even for an egg-shell. Rightly to be great
    Is not to stir without great argument,
    But greatly to find quarrel in a straw
    When honour's at the stake. How stand I then,
    That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd,
    Excitements of my reason and my blood,
    And let all sleep? while, to my shame, I see
    The imminent death of twenty thousand men,
    That, for a fantasy and trick of fame,
    Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot
    Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause,
    Which is not tomb enough and continent
    To hide the slain? O, from this time forth,
    My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth! 

    

Hamlet:

Everything in this world has shown me that I did make a great mistake; I should have revenge with haste. A man is contemptible if he only knows to eat and sleep. God did not give men cognitive abilities for us to leave it unused. No matter if it is oblivion, lack of courage, or precise thoughts; I continued to blame myself for my vain action. I have the will, power, and purpose to do it, but I did not finish the deed. In front of me, the massive army was moving with such courage and commitment. The ambition of the aristocrat has exposed him to such hazardous environment, which may endanger a man’s wealth and life. The reason for the march was just as thin as the eggshell. To be a great person does not mean he has to act upon justifiable reasons. The uprightness of the man is measured by his will to secure his fame when it is exposed to danger. Being a son with a father killed, mother soiled, I shamefully stabilize the emotional upheaval within myself. Watching with shame, a mass of man marched toward their grave for such trifling reason of capturing a worthless piece of land, which isn’t even good enough to bury themselves. From now on, I will have to think will malice, or else my thoughts will be valueless. 

A man that thinks in Hamlet’s fashion will be an extreme pessimist, which is detrimental from our physical and mental aspects of our lives. But it is also an unavoidable side of our personality, there is not a person that is forever thinking positively. Man hates for different reasons, in regard of love, pressure, etc. We should all find ways to balance the positive and negative aspects of a thing. For example, laziness leads to bad grades, but too much pressure lead to poor performance on tests, etc. We should find ways to equalize the two extremes and managed them with calmness. A tragic life, like Hamlet, will be too overwhelming for people to just live through a day.  

Hamlet - To Be Or Not To Be

HAMLET

    To be, or not to be: that is the question:

    Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer

    The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,

    Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,

    And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;

    No more; and by a sleep to say we end

    The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks

    That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation

    Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;

    To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;

    For in that sleep of death what dreams may come

    When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,

    Must give us pause: there's the respect

    That makes calamity of so long life;

    For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,

    The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,

    The pangs of dispriz'd love, the law's delay,

    The insolence of office and the spurns

    That patient merit of the unworthy takes,

    When he himself might his quietus make

    With a bare bodkin? Who would these fardels bear,

    To grunt and sweat under a weary life,

    But that the dread of something after death,

    The undiscover'd country from whose bourn

    No traveller returns, puzzles the will

    And makes us rather bear those ills we have

    Than fly to others that we know not of?

    Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;

    And thus the native hue of resolution

    Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,

    And enterprises of great pith and moment

    With this regard their currents turn away,

    And lose the name of action.--Soft you now!

    The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons

    Be all my sins remember'd.

To be or not to be, that is the question. Man wonder if it is more upright to just receive the blow of the upcoming problems, or to resist and fight against it. Death will end all the struggles within his heart and mind, but that will be the end of the life of a person. To sleep, man might dream about the problems that he has been dealing with, it might make the pain cease temporarily, but it is still there. To die, it is simply the end of all struggles. No man wanted to bear the insults, violence of others, vain love, domineering anarchies. The true comfort will come when the sword was draw and his own life is taken, but people are all afraid of what will happen in the afterlife, so the commitment of suicide will never be strong enough to put a man into action. It is an unknown land that no man really knows about. Man’s thoughts befuddled himself, and the cognition made the major event of a person’s life seems trivial and insignificant. These morbid thoughts turned man all sinners.

To sleep or to die remained an unanswerable question to most people. To sleep could be an act of denial; man indulged themselves within pleasures, and soon forgot about the problems of life. To commit suicide is simply an unwholesome thoughts, and there will be no more second change or amendment for the man that chose this specific way. Most man of the civilized nations do not have to ponder over such thoughts, but the ones that are living within the undeveloped counties were often struggling due to the lack of basic needs. We will be foolish and mawkish if we wrap our minds over the trifling matters of life, e.g., broken heart, unhappiness, grades, etc. There are people in the world that have been through situations that they had to choose whether to hide, except, or resist. 

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