OLD LANGUAGE ====================================
HAMLET
Let me see. (takes the skull) Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath borne me on his back a thousand times, and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.âWhere be your gibes now? Your gambols? Your songs? Your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning? Quite chapfallen? Now get you to my ladyâs chamber and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favor she must come. Make her laugh at that.âPrithee, Horatio, tell me one thing.
HORATIO Whatâs that, my lord?
HAMLET Dost thou think Alexander looked oâ this fashion iâ thâ earth?
HORATIO Eâen so.
HAMLET And smelt so? Pah! (puts down the skull)
HORATIO Eâen so, my lord.
HAMLET To what base uses we may return, Horatio. Why may not imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander till he find it stopping a bunghole?
HORATIO âTwere to consider too curiously, to consider so.
MODERN LANGUAGE ====================================
HAMLET
Let me see. (he takes the skull) Oh, poor Yorick! I used to know him, Horatioâa very funny guy, and with an excellent imagination. He carried me on his back a thousand times, and nowâhow terribleâthis is him. It makes my stomach turn. I donât know how many times I kissed the lips that used to be right here. Where are your jokes now? Your pranks? Your songs? Your flashes of wit that used to set the whole table laughing? You donât make anybody smile now. Are you sad about that? You need to go to my ladyâs room and tell her that no matter how much makeup she slathers on, sheâll end up just like you some day. Thatâll make her laugh. Horatio, tell me something.
HORATIO Whatâs that, my lord?
HAMLET Do you think Alexander the Great looked like this when he was buried?
HORATIO Exactly like that.
HAMLET And smelled like that, too? Whew! (he puts down the skull)
HORATIO Just as bad, my lord.
HAMLET How low we can fall, Horatio. Isnât it possible to imagine that the noble ashes of Alexander the Great could end up plugging a hole in a barrel?
HORATIO If you thought that youâd be thinking too much.
Hamlet
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