Thank you for uploading this. I have to write an analysis for lit and seeing a performance (amazing performance) has really helped me. Now I want to see the rest of it haha :)
O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I! Is it not monstrous that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit That from her working all his visage wann’d, Tears in his eyes, distraction in’s aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit? and all for nothing! For Hecuba! What’s Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her? What would he do, Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have? He would drown the stage with tears And cleave the general ear with horrid speech, Make mad the guilty and appal the free, Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed The very faculties of eyes and ears. Yet I, A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak, Like John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause, And can say nothing; no, not for a king, Upon whose property and most dear life A damn’d defeat was made. Am I a coward? Who calls me villain? breaks my pate across? Plucks off my beard, and blows it in my face? Tweaks me by the nose? gives me the lie i’ the throat, As deep as to the lungs? who does me this? Ha! ‘Swounds, I should take it: for it cannot be But I am pigeon-liver’d and lack gall To make oppression bitter, or ere this I should have fatted all the region kites With this slave’s offal: bloody, bawdy villain! Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain! O, vengeance! Why, what an ass am I! This is most brave, That I, the son of a dear father murder’d, Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell, Must, like a whore, unpack my heart with words, And fall a-cursing, like a very drab, A scullion! Fie upon’t! foh! About, my brain! I have heard That guilty creatures sitting at a play Have by the very cunning of the scene Been struck so to the soul that presently They have proclaim’d their malefactions; For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak
Sure he that made you with such large discourse, looking before and after, gave you not that... capability and god-like reason that it may fust in you unused.
@@theorphanage3254 He’s acting. He’s acting well but it is still acting. He is not Hamlet. In other words he is talking to an audience not to himself. You must talk to yourself; and you must deeply and profoundly feel the emotions that were tormenting Hamlet. Use your intuition, and good luck! And forget any audience!
That moment where he’s talking about “Guilty creatures, sitting at a play” and looks directly at the camera is unnerving.
David Tennant always surprises me. I rarely see him in stuff but when I do... hooooo boy
i will never get tired of watching this. ever
I have to memorize this buy monday...god help me..
did you memorize it?
Enigma3650 did you
HA me too
@@leinloai9758 me too!
me too :(
I have to perform a ten line Shakespeare soliloquy at my school so I am grateful you posted this.
Thank you for uploading this. I have to write an analysis for lit and seeing a performance (amazing performance) has really helped me. Now I want to see the rest of it haha :)
i also have to do an analysis on this for lit haha
this gives me chills
O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I!
Is it not monstrous that this player here,
But in a fiction, in a dream of passion,
Could force his soul so to his own conceit
That from her working all his visage wann’d,
Tears in his eyes, distraction in’s aspect,
A broken voice, and his whole function suiting
With forms to his conceit? and all for nothing!
For Hecuba!
What’s Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba,
That he should weep for her? What would he do,
Had he the motive and the cue for passion
That I have? He would drown the stage with tears
And cleave the general ear with horrid speech,
Make mad the guilty and appal the free,
Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed
The very faculties of eyes and ears. Yet I,
A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak,
Like John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause,
And can say nothing; no, not for a king,
Upon whose property and most dear life
A damn’d defeat was made. Am I a coward?
Who calls me villain? breaks my pate across?
Plucks off my beard, and blows it in my face?
Tweaks me by the nose? gives me the lie i’ the throat,
As deep as to the lungs? who does me this?
Ha!
‘Swounds, I should take it: for it cannot be
But I am pigeon-liver’d and lack gall
To make oppression bitter, or ere this
I should have fatted all the region kites
With this slave’s offal: bloody, bawdy villain!
Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain!
O, vengeance!
Why, what an ass am I! This is most brave,
That I, the son of a dear father murder’d,
Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell,
Must, like a whore, unpack my heart with words,
And fall a-cursing, like a very drab,
A scullion!
Fie upon’t! foh! About, my brain! I have heard
That guilty creatures sitting at a play
Have by the very cunning of the scene
Been struck so to the soul that presently
They have proclaim’d their malefactions;
For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak
David Tennant is magnificent !
Love the videos, and thank you for them! Just thought I'd mention that this is actually the third soliloquy, not the second.
He's talking to us as he is acting to come and get you.
O, vengeance!
Not in this movie, but there is a video where John Simms does the coward soliloquy and I have no idea where to find it.
Me watching him: GO OFF SIS
I will memorize this in the next 80 minutes
Good luck.
Did you do it?
@@thenumbertwo9136 yes.
Fantastic rendition. And he’s Scottish to boot, so has to change his accent!
00:16 - 03:00
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Sure he that made you with such large discourse, looking before and after, gave you not that... capability and god-like reason that it may fust in you unused.
It’s good, and better than most; but it still misses the mark.
How so?
Acting. Not assuming the part and persona of Hamlet. @@jessea1616
what makes you say this? curious because i have to preform this in 2 weeks
@@theorphanage3254 He’s acting. He’s acting well but it is still acting. He is not Hamlet. In other words he is talking to an audience not to himself. You must talk to yourself; and you must deeply and profoundly feel the emotions that were tormenting Hamlet. Use your intuition, and good luck! And forget any audience!
@@paulnugent9937 thank you!!