Updated: 2/3/2021

Storyboard Text

  • Who's there?
  • Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold yourself.
  • Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast,With witchcraft of his wit...Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin.
  • . Remember thee!Ay, thou poor ghost, whiles memory holds a seat..
  • Come, I will give you way for these your letters,And do 't the speedier, that you may direct meTo him from whom you brought them
  • But to perseverIn obstinate condolement is a courseOf impious stubbornness. 'Tis unmanly grief.
  • I shall in all my best obey you, madam.
  • Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet.I pray thee, stay with us. Go not to Wittenberg.
  • You should not have believ'd me, for virtue cannot soinoculate our old stock but we shall relish of it. I lov'd you not.
  • I did love you once.
  • Get thee to a nunn'ry, why woulds't thou be a breeder ofsinners?
  • Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so.
  • I was the more deceiv'd.