Tone Of Hamlet's First Soliloquy
“To be, or not to be--that is the question”(3.2.419-432)
To be alive or to be dead, which is better? Is it really more dignified to suffer through awful luck and fight through mounds of trouble than it is to end it all? Dying is basically sleeping, nothing more. A sleep that would end the heartache and shocks of life. That is a fulfillment to wish for. To die is to sleep and to sleep is to dream. That’s the catch. What dreams would come with death when we have ended our own lives? We must pause and think of this. That is the reason that we stay here on Earth and suffer. Who would put up with life-- corruption from rulers, insults from proud men, heartbreak, a faulty legal system, rudeness of office holders, and the mistreatment good, unworthy …show more content…
The soliloquy begins with Hamlet contemplating suicide. He feels that life is worthless and depressed about the “heartache” that living brings. When Hamlet realises that the only reason he has not already killed himself is because the fear of uncertainty, his tone shifts to an angrier tone. He complains about the awful people in the world, and is not only angry at them but also at himself for letting his cognition get in the way of doing something that would end all of his pain. This connects to the rest of the play because throughout the story, Hamlet maintains a dark outlook on life and …show more content…
Oh, God! Life is so pointless awful to me. Ugh! Life is a garden that grows weeds from vulgar seeds. How did it come to this? My dad died two months ago. Wait, not even! He was a great king. Much better than my uncle. So loving to my mother that we would not even allow wind to blow on her face too violently. Do I have to remember? She used to hang on him like she could not get enough of him. But within a month… I do not want to think about it. Ugh, mom! You are weak! Even before her shoes wore out that she used to follow my father in, crying-- even an animal would have mourned longer!--married my uncle, my father’s brother , but no more like my dad than i am like Hercules. Within a month, before her tears dies, remarried my uncle. This is incest! This is really bad, and though it may hurt me, i must not speak of
To be alive or to be dead, which is better? Is it really more dignified to suffer through awful luck and fight through mounds of trouble than it is to end it all? Dying is basically sleeping, nothing more. A sleep that would end the heartache and shocks of life. That is a fulfillment to wish for. To die is to sleep and to sleep is to dream. That’s the catch. What dreams would come with death when we have ended our own lives? We must pause and think of this. That is the reason that we stay here on Earth and suffer. Who would put up with life-- corruption from rulers, insults from proud men, heartbreak, a faulty legal system, rudeness of office holders, and the mistreatment good, unworthy …show more content…
The soliloquy begins with Hamlet contemplating suicide. He feels that life is worthless and depressed about the “heartache” that living brings. When Hamlet realises that the only reason he has not already killed himself is because the fear of uncertainty, his tone shifts to an angrier tone. He complains about the awful people in the world, and is not only angry at them but also at himself for letting his cognition get in the way of doing something that would end all of his pain. This connects to the rest of the play because throughout the story, Hamlet maintains a dark outlook on life and …show more content…
Oh, God! Life is so pointless awful to me. Ugh! Life is a garden that grows weeds from vulgar seeds. How did it come to this? My dad died two months ago. Wait, not even! He was a great king. Much better than my uncle. So loving to my mother that we would not even allow wind to blow on her face too violently. Do I have to remember? She used to hang on him like she could not get enough of him. But within a month… I do not want to think about it. Ugh, mom! You are weak! Even before her shoes wore out that she used to follow my father in, crying-- even an animal would have mourned longer!--married my uncle, my father’s brother , but no more like my dad than i am like Hercules. Within a month, before her tears dies, remarried my uncle. This is incest! This is really bad, and though it may hurt me, i must not speak of