At the risk of belabouring my point (m’eh) but, also, because I’m having so much fun, I thought I’d stay with Shakespeare today and tell the same story – Again.

Let’s move from Scotland to Denmark…”There’s something rotten in the state of Denmark.”

If Macbeth is my fave, then Hamlet fills me with AWE. The most beautiful prose ever written in the history of forever!

So – we have the same cast, different names. And an addition or two.

Hamlet the Elder (also the Ghost!!!!!) is John the Baptist.

Hamlet is Christ.

Claudius is Herod.

Gertrude is Herodias.

Laertes, Rosenkrantz and Guildenstein are all Judas Iscariot.

Ophelia is the sinner brought to Christ.

 

But it’s the Words. So beautiful.

 

“You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I will more willingly part withal: except my life, except my life, except my life.”

 

“Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be.”

 

“Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man’s censure, but reserve thy judgement.”

 

“A little more than kin, a little less than kind.”

 

“This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.”

 

“There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.”

 

“What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form, in moving, how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?”

 

“I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw.”