O shame where is thy blush explanation

There is no confusion about Hamlet's character. He has said earlier he is what he appears to be, and there is no reason to doubt it.

In the next act, however, Hamlet's status and intentions suddenly, and with out demonstrated reason, become sink in confusion. After Hamlet backs out of killing Claudius, Hamlet says to his mother, "O shame, where is thy blush?

He is voicing his distaste for Gertrude, not only for marrying his uncle, but also for not being true to herself. Hamlet believes that she should show some shame for her sins, but she does not. Hamlet is contradicting himself in this. He has been duplicitous and untrue for two thirds of the play. In the distance you can always see those giant gates of gold, the stream as blue as the sky and rolling hills of evergreen.

And the path is always laden with footprints. Dirt, mud, windstorms, rain. But what they don't tell you is that along the way, there is a spot where all footprints disappear. A giant quicksand. And the stars burn out, the sky blackens and everything seem to swallow you up into a vortex of emotion so strong that your breathing becomes shallow, and your heartbeat becomes unbearable.

You shout, or you may want to, but your voice is sucked away by the gust of inertia carrying you down and down into the swirling whirlpool of styx. Such an act. That blurs the grace and blush of modesty,. Calls virtue hypocrite, takes off the rose. From the fair forehead of an innocent love. And makes a blister there, makes marriage vows. As false as dicers' oaths — oh, such a deed. As from the body of contraction plucks. The very soul, and sweet religion makes. A rhapsody of words. Heaven's face doth glow.

Yea, this solidity and compound mass ,. With tristful visage , as against the doom ,. Is thought-sick at the act. Ay me, what act,. That roars so loud and thunders in the index? Performance: Hamlet Confronts Gertrude. Dig Deeper: Prostitution in Elizabethan England. Dig Deeper: Gertrude's Closet. Why It's Cool. What the Critics Say. Hamlet [Showing her two paintings, pointing first to a picture of King Hamlet]. Look here upon this picture, and on this,.

The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See what a grace was seated on his brow:. Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself,. An eye like Mars to threaten or command,. A station like the herald Mercury. New lighted on a heaven-kissing hill. A combination and a form indeed. Where every god did seem to set his seal. To give the world assurance of a man.

This was your husband. Look you now what follows. Here is your husband, like a mildewed ear. Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes? Could you, on this fair mountain, leave to feed. And batten on this moor? You cannot call it love, for at your age. The heyday in the blood is tame. It's humble. And waits upon the judgment, and what judgment. Would step from this to this? What devil was't. That thus hath cozened you at hoodman-blind?

Oh shame, where is thy blush? Rebellious hell ,. If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones,. To flaming youth, let virtue be as wax. And melt in her own fire. Proclaim no shame. When the compulsive ardor gives the charge ,. Since frost itself as actively doth burn,.

And reason pardons will. Oh, Hamlet speak no more! Thou turn'st mine very eyes into my soul,. As will not leave their tinct. Nay, but to live. Stewed in corruption, honeying and making love. Over the nasty sty Oh, speak to me no more! These words, like daggers, enter in my ears. HAMLET A murderer and a villain, A slave that is not twentieth part the tithe Of your precedent lord; a vice of kings, A cutpurse of the empire and the rule, That from a shelf the precious diadem stole And put it in his pocket— Hamlet keeps going, saying his mom married a murderer and a villain who stole his father's crown.

O, say! This visitation Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose. But look, amazement on thy mother sits. O, step between her and her fighting soul. Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works. The ghost of King Hamlet shows up in the middle of Prince Hamlet's rant. Good timing. He reminds Hamlet that he's got some revenge to attend to, and talking to his mom is just part of the preparation.

The ghost tells Hamlet to talk to his mom. She's watching him like he's totally cuckoo right now. O gentle son, Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper Sprinkle cool patience! Whereon do you look? Look you how pale he glares. His form and cause conjoined, preaching to stones, Would make them capable. To the Ghost. Do not look upon me, Lest with this piteous action you convert My stern effects. Then what I have to do Will want true color—tears perchance for blood.

My father, in his habit as he lived! So Hamlet turns to his mom and says, "How's it going? She asks what he's looking at and who he's talking to. Hamlet is shocked to realize that she can't hear or see the ghost. Last time, remember, all his buddies saw the ghost, too.

So what's going on here? Gertrude clearly thinks Hamlet's lost it, but what do you think? Did the ghost choose only to appear to Hamlet this time? Whatever the case, the ghost leaves. This bodiless creation ecstasy Is very cunning in. It is not madness That I have uttered. Bring me to the test, And I the matter will reword, which madness Would gambol from.

Mother, for love of grace, Lay not that flattering unction to your soul That not your trespass but my madness speaks.