Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice And could of men distinguish, her election Hath...View Full Monologue Text
Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice
And could of men distinguish, her election
Hath seal'd thee for herself. For thou hast been
As one, in suff'ring all, that suffers nothing;
A man that Fortune's buffets and rewards
Hast ta'en with equal thanks; and blest are those
Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled
That they are not a pipe for Fortune's finger
To sound what stop she please. Give me that man
That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him
In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart,
As I do thee. Something too much of this I
There is a play to-night before the King.
One scene of it comes near the circumstance,
Which I have told thee, of my father's death.
I prithee, when thou seest that act afoot,
Even with the very comment of thy soul
Observe my uncle. If his occulted guilt
Do not itself unkennel in one speech,
It is a damned ghost that we have seen,
And my imaginations are as foul
As Vulcan's stithy. Give him heedful note;
For I mine eyes will rivet to his face,
And after we will both our judgments join
In censure of his seeming.
AuthorName: William Shakespeare
Eras: 1601-1700, 1501-1600
Age Range: 20s - Late, 30s - Early, 30s - Late
Dialects: Standard American, Standard English
In this monologue, Hamlet asks Horatio to help him determine whether or not his uncle, King Claudius, is guilty of killing his father. Hamlet's plan is to show a play in which a King is killed in the same manner in which King Hamlet was killed. Hamlet and Horatio will then monitor the face of King Claudius in order to see if this plot line has any emotional effect on him.
Rating: Suitable for all ages
Copyright Status: Public domain