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> HamletMartius = anti-
HamletWarriorHates theatreInflexibleNo fatherSoliloquy averse
> Antony and Cleopatra Disintegration of warrior No Cleopatra to put him back
together post-mortem Antony in the Alps: ‘To live alone
one must be either an animal or a god’ (Aristotle)
Punitive theatre: Now, Iras, what think'st thou?
Thou, an Egyptian puppet, shalt be shownIn Rome, as well as I. Mechanic slavesWith greasy aprons, rules, and hammers, shallUplift us to the view; in their thick breaths,Rank of gross diet, shall be enclouded, And forced to drink their vapour. (5.3)
1.1 ROME
1.2 THE WORLD ELSEWHERE
1.3 HOME
1.4 WAR
Rome = small city state experimenting with republicanism
Will not completely subdue its neighbours for another century
16-year-old Martius first fights in 499 BC, roughly 500 years before the age of the global superpower depicted in Antony and Cleopatra
‘chief enemy / To the people’ (1.1.7-8)Though soft-conscienced men can be content to say it was for his
country, he did it to please his mother and to be partly proud – which he is, even to the altitude of his virtue. (1.1.34-7)
Go to them with this bonnet in thy hand;
And thus far having stretched it – here be with them –
Thy knee bussing the stones – for in such business
Action is eloquence, and the eyes of th’ignorant
More learned than the ears (III.2.73-7)
Away, my disposition, and possess meSome harlot’s spirit! My throat of war be turned,Which choired with my drum, into a pipeSmall as an eunuch or the virgin voiceThat babies lulls asleep! The smiles of knavesTent in my cheeks, and schoolboys’ tears take upThe glasses of my sight! A beggar’s tongueMake motion through my lips, and my armed knees,Who bowed but in my stirrup, bend like hisThat have received an alms! I will not do’t,Lest I surcease to honour mine own truthAnd by my body’s action teach my mindA most inherent baseness. (III.2.111-23)
O let me clip yeIn arms as sound as
when I wooed, in heartAs merry as when our
nuptial day was done,And tapers burned to
bedward! (I.6.29-32)
I loved the maid I married; never man
Sighed truer breath. But that I see thee here,
Thou noble thing, more dances my rapt heart
Than when I first my wedded mistress saw
Bestride my threshold. (IV.5.116-121)
I saw him run after a gilded butterfly, and when he caught it, he let it go again, and after it again, and over and over he comes and up again, catched it again; or whether his fall enraged him, or how ’twas, he did so set his teeth and tear it. O, I warrant, how he mammocked it! (I.3.61-7)
•O mother, mother,•What have you done? Behold the heavens do ope,•The gods look down, and this unnatural scene•They laugh at. O my mother, mother, O.