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- Hamlet Does it not, think'st thee, stand me now upon – He that has killed my king and whored my mother,
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HAMLET Does it not, think'st thee, stand me now upon--He that hath kill'd my king and whored my mother, Popp'd in between the election and my hopes, Thrown out his angle for my...
He killed my king, made my mother a whore, stole the throne that I wanted, and plotted against my life with shocking trickery. Wouldn’t killing him be completely justified? And, in fact, wouldn’t I be damned if I were to let this cancer live to do more harm?
Why, what a king is this! HAMLET : Does it not, think'st thee, stand me now upon-- He that hath kill'd my king and whored my mother, Popp'd in between the election and my hopes, Thrown out his angle for my proper life, And with such cozenage--is't not perfect conscience, To quit him with this arm? and is't not to be damn'd,
The king is revealed by Laertes as the mastermind behind the duel and is killed by a wounded Hamlet.
Why, what a king is this! This king is awful! HAMLET. Does it not, think'st thee, stand me now upon--Now, don’t you think it is my moral duty— He that hath killed my king and whored my mother, He’s killed my father-king and screwed my mother, Popped in between the election and my hopes, Became the king when I had hoped to be,
HAMLET Does it not, think'st thee, stand me now upon – He that hath killed my king and whored my mother, Popped in between the election and my hopes, Thrown out his angle for my proper life, And with such cozenage – is't not perfect conscience, To quit him with this arm? and is't not to be damned, To let this canker of our nature come
Why, what a king is this! HAMLET. Does it not, think’st thee, stand me now upon– He that hath kill’d my king and whored my mother, Popp’d in between the election and my hopes, Thrown out his angle for my proper life, And with such cozenage–is’t not perfect conscience, To quit him with this arm? and is’t not to be damn’d,
