Final Document Assignment: Song Robert Beamish
The song sung by Horatio to tell the story of Hamlet.
Horatio: What feat of bravery and honour could’st thou not match?
Match, no, exceed
And ‘bove the honor of all others.
Acts of vengeance, and servitude
To keep thy father’s honour pure.
I proclaim none but Hamlet!
None but Hamlet, deserving of such praise have come.
Beowulf, he proves his strength, yes,
but his honour is forlorn.
The might of Achilles still rattles the Earth,
Fights like a monster I’ the fields
But traces of love to a father still not yielded.
But of Hamlet a true story now told,
Not to forget this tale so bold.
Prince o’ Denmark remain i’ my orisons,
To you the crown bestow in truth,
Not then but now, your story of youth.
My fiery passion grown of love,
To you my Prince ascend like a dove.
Though your thoughts were fiery,
Reason was due.
To thy swine of an Uncle
Who took thy father from you.
To you the task of murder was charged,
To him young Norway now charged.
But of thy mother thy Uncle was taken,
Though she was once your father forsaken.
Hamlet lost both mother and father,
To a King so like the devil.
Now his spirit remains for us to tell, and revel.
Remember him, do not forget
And if ghost approaches know this and not forget.
That ghost be good or evil have the burden of telling the truth
And avenging a father who love heard in the land.
Friday, November 7, 2008
Thursday, November 6, 2008
English File Document Assignment Act 4 Robert Beamish
On a ship Rosencrantz and Guildenstern enter recently learning of Hamlets escape, and news of their death to be executed in England.
Rosencrantz: Oh fie, fie of fortune!
Unto what do we owe this most hideous act of murder to?
For we be but loyal servants to Denmark,
Oh fie, fie!
Guildenstern: I pray thee, spend thy final moments not in a fit of anger, but now of all times make thy
Seldom prayer of forgiveness and repentance.
Rosencrantz: I would make a prayer of repentance ‘a there be a thing to confess, but my acts be holy,
And my body pure.
Guildenstern: Thou know’st in thy heart of heart that we did treat Hamlet, a man which we once held in
Close proximity to our hearts we betrayed; also under the order of a king whose soul is
Impervious to joy and tender-heartedness. To one who also inherited a throne by deeds
Unholy and unjust in the eyes of many except to those who share his disposition of
Greed, self-profit and vengeance? For my heart quakes with thoughts of the afterlife, and
To ponder where our souls shall rest for eternity does churn my stomach to such great
Degrees.
Rosencrantz: I pray thee; remember all my sins in thy orisons, for my heart did contend with this foul
Flight of deceit and injustice, but my mind did find pure pleasure, and wanted never to
Stop; my mind did neglect my heart and morphed it from what it was to what it is. Now, I
Feel neither pity nor remorse, and I cannot beg for forgiveness when I do not suffer the
Conviction o’ it.
Guildenstern: This is true?
Rosencrantz: As the night that will soon fall upon us.
Guildenstern: For shame, I know not who I knew, and I know not who I am! I only know what is to come
For us both, for sins are sins, and sins be punished as seen fit by God. Why then do the
Birds never go unpunished for the murder of the worm, o’ the cat for the death of the
Mouse? Is it so befitting that only we be ensnared in such a tangled web. But ‘tis a web of
Our own line; we were raised to dote on our web, and grow it as large as the sky, If but they
Had the knowledge to know the web we weave has many traps set in place for the soul to be
Caught on.
Rosencrantz: But soft, our doom draws near, let our last words be in solitude to the winds and sea, for
They will live on after our passing, and command them with the duty to spread our story, as
Claudius commanded us to tell Hamlet’s. But, alas dear Guildenstern, to be near you so
Wrenches my peace as the ocean does to a ship. For now I must depart, and leave the duty
Of the story o’ my passing to the wind and sea. [Exeunt]
Guildenstern: [kneels and prays]
On a ship Rosencrantz and Guildenstern enter recently learning of Hamlets escape, and news of their death to be executed in England.
Rosencrantz: Oh fie, fie of fortune!
Unto what do we owe this most hideous act of murder to?
For we be but loyal servants to Denmark,
Oh fie, fie!
Guildenstern: I pray thee, spend thy final moments not in a fit of anger, but now of all times make thy
Seldom prayer of forgiveness and repentance.
Rosencrantz: I would make a prayer of repentance ‘a there be a thing to confess, but my acts be holy,
And my body pure.
Guildenstern: Thou know’st in thy heart of heart that we did treat Hamlet, a man which we once held in
Close proximity to our hearts we betrayed; also under the order of a king whose soul is
Impervious to joy and tender-heartedness. To one who also inherited a throne by deeds
Unholy and unjust in the eyes of many except to those who share his disposition of
Greed, self-profit and vengeance? For my heart quakes with thoughts of the afterlife, and
To ponder where our souls shall rest for eternity does churn my stomach to such great
Degrees.
Rosencrantz: I pray thee; remember all my sins in thy orisons, for my heart did contend with this foul
Flight of deceit and injustice, but my mind did find pure pleasure, and wanted never to
Stop; my mind did neglect my heart and morphed it from what it was to what it is. Now, I
Feel neither pity nor remorse, and I cannot beg for forgiveness when I do not suffer the
Conviction o’ it.
Guildenstern: This is true?
Rosencrantz: As the night that will soon fall upon us.
Guildenstern: For shame, I know not who I knew, and I know not who I am! I only know what is to come
For us both, for sins are sins, and sins be punished as seen fit by God. Why then do the
Birds never go unpunished for the murder of the worm, o’ the cat for the death of the
Mouse? Is it so befitting that only we be ensnared in such a tangled web. But ‘tis a web of
Our own line; we were raised to dote on our web, and grow it as large as the sky, If but they
Had the knowledge to know the web we weave has many traps set in place for the soul to be
Caught on.
Rosencrantz: But soft, our doom draws near, let our last words be in solitude to the winds and sea, for
They will live on after our passing, and command them with the duty to spread our story, as
Claudius commanded us to tell Hamlet’s. But, alas dear Guildenstern, to be near you so
Wrenches my peace as the ocean does to a ship. For now I must depart, and leave the duty
Of the story o’ my passing to the wind and sea. [Exeunt]
Guildenstern: [kneels and prays]
English File Document Assignment Act 2 Robert Beamish
Dear Hamlet,
But soft, keep thy mind open to what strange fantasies no mortal soul could imagine of one he hold’s so close. For thy Uncle has a most devious plot to ensure his tainted throne.
He doth employ your comrades which you thought to be trustworthy as but singing birds that may perch ‘pon his wrist, and sing songs of Hamlet’s new disposition. They look not for your fortune, but only for your downfall. But, thou know in your heart of heart that such a queer thought did seize you. Now, do not consider it so queer and strange.
Hold firm to whatever drives you, if it be respect to your lost father, then hold stead-fast. For I too much loved and respected your father, but upon his abrupt death, I knew there were dark forces at play in the matter.
But Hamlet I prithee thee make haste in your statutes, for Claudius tends to send thee off to England. This is to be his remedy to the illness he has inherited through his wedding to your mother. He feels confident that your absence shall put his seat upon the throne in stone. I believe there is much deception aloof, Claudius’ deception of your madness, and how you deceive everyone with your lunacy. I know of your sanity, and I intend to keep this knowledge concealed. But I must make haste. Keep you safe dear prince.
-Unknown
Dear Hamlet,
But soft, keep thy mind open to what strange fantasies no mortal soul could imagine of one he hold’s so close. For thy Uncle has a most devious plot to ensure his tainted throne.
He doth employ your comrades which you thought to be trustworthy as but singing birds that may perch ‘pon his wrist, and sing songs of Hamlet’s new disposition. They look not for your fortune, but only for your downfall. But, thou know in your heart of heart that such a queer thought did seize you. Now, do not consider it so queer and strange.
Hold firm to whatever drives you, if it be respect to your lost father, then hold stead-fast. For I too much loved and respected your father, but upon his abrupt death, I knew there were dark forces at play in the matter.
But Hamlet I prithee thee make haste in your statutes, for Claudius tends to send thee off to England. This is to be his remedy to the illness he has inherited through his wedding to your mother. He feels confident that your absence shall put his seat upon the throne in stone. I believe there is much deception aloof, Claudius’ deception of your madness, and how you deceive everyone with your lunacy. I know of your sanity, and I intend to keep this knowledge concealed. But I must make haste. Keep you safe dear prince.
-Unknown
File Document Assignment (Act 1 Question 3) Letter as Queen Gertrude’s Lady-in-Waiting
Robert Beamish Mr. Gale English 3U0
Dearest Confident,
I pray thee, keep thy lips sealed to what thou eye now glance upon, and imprison thy whore of a mouth, not to let any other ears hear upon what you shall read. I would thou were there in the midst of the Queen, thou wouldst have gone mad with confusion! How she did attempt to deracinate young Hamlet’s mourning for old Denmark. To down-play the prolonged obsequious sorrow due to such a noble King, it doth harkens questionable thinking. How she harkened to young Hamlet it would question all her royalty for she spoke not smooth and courteous, but rude and spiteful as a peasant would.
Now to look upon a matter that would bring the gallows upon our head if it t'were to be heard of. The hasted marriage of Queen Gertrude oft arouses questions among the other ladies. To question whether her love for Old Hamlet’s was false, or if her current state of love is but a facade to hold fast the moral of the people. In such times of war a countries’ moral shan’t be faltering. A widowed Lady-Denmark would make frowns upon the people; almost it was her obligation to wed Claudius. But why she doth show such frightening clouds around young Hamlet doth raise queer inquires. How she doth question Hamlet’s trapping of sorrow, and criticize his nighted aura that he did conduct. I am one to be a truster in the assumption that thy Queen had no true love for Old King Hamlet, that her true ties were only held with Claudius. For no bruits of her cries or mourning were heard much after and seemed it be a full recovery was taken. Almost as if it was the physician of mourning that had visited her not soon after her husband's death to remedy her disposition. I know not where good King Hamlet now rests, but certainly not in Hades, but perhaps there be an innuendo unseen that fates Claudius to a fate not like king Hamlets. Soon and late I have oft seen in the eyes of Denmark in a wondering curiosity. To catch Denmark’s wandering glances upon my bosom doth put strange ideas which question his true ties to Gertrude. Now for obvious reasons in this secret counsel I shall not reveal either of our names to protect the security of our necks. Fairest biddings to you in this time of war, keep my regards warm with your spirit.
In Nighted Times,
Your Trusted Confidant
Robert Beamish Mr. Gale English 3U0
Dearest Confident,
I pray thee, keep thy lips sealed to what thou eye now glance upon, and imprison thy whore of a mouth, not to let any other ears hear upon what you shall read. I would thou were there in the midst of the Queen, thou wouldst have gone mad with confusion! How she did attempt to deracinate young Hamlet’s mourning for old Denmark. To down-play the prolonged obsequious sorrow due to such a noble King, it doth harkens questionable thinking. How she harkened to young Hamlet it would question all her royalty for she spoke not smooth and courteous, but rude and spiteful as a peasant would.
Now to look upon a matter that would bring the gallows upon our head if it t'were to be heard of. The hasted marriage of Queen Gertrude oft arouses questions among the other ladies. To question whether her love for Old Hamlet’s was false, or if her current state of love is but a facade to hold fast the moral of the people. In such times of war a countries’ moral shan’t be faltering. A widowed Lady-Denmark would make frowns upon the people; almost it was her obligation to wed Claudius. But why she doth show such frightening clouds around young Hamlet doth raise queer inquires. How she doth question Hamlet’s trapping of sorrow, and criticize his nighted aura that he did conduct. I am one to be a truster in the assumption that thy Queen had no true love for Old King Hamlet, that her true ties were only held with Claudius. For no bruits of her cries or mourning were heard much after and seemed it be a full recovery was taken. Almost as if it was the physician of mourning that had visited her not soon after her husband's death to remedy her disposition. I know not where good King Hamlet now rests, but certainly not in Hades, but perhaps there be an innuendo unseen that fates Claudius to a fate not like king Hamlets. Soon and late I have oft seen in the eyes of Denmark in a wondering curiosity. To catch Denmark’s wandering glances upon my bosom doth put strange ideas which question his true ties to Gertrude. Now for obvious reasons in this secret counsel I shall not reveal either of our names to protect the security of our necks. Fairest biddings to you in this time of war, keep my regards warm with your spirit.
In Nighted Times,
Your Trusted Confidant
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