THR 235-2C Play Analysis	Lee Shackleford leeshack@uab.edu
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CAPULET But saying o'er what I have said before: My child is yet a stranger in the world; She hath not seen the change of fourteen years, Let two more summers wither in their pride, Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride. PARIS Younger than she are happy mothers made. Leslie Howard and Norma Shearer LAURA Mother, what are you doing? AMANDA They call them "gay deceivers." LAURA I won't wear them! AMANDA You will! LAURA Why should I? AMANDA Because, to be painfully honest, your chest is flat. LAURA You make it seem like we're setting a trap. AMANDA All pretty girls are a trap, a pretty trap, and men expect them to be. Yet I, A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak, Like John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause, And can say nothing; no, not for a king, Upon whose property and most dear life A damn'd defeat was made. Am I a coward? Who calls me villain? breaks my pate across? Plucks off my beard, and blows it in my face? Tweaks me by the nose? gives me the lie i' the throat, As deep as to the lungs? who does me this? KING CLAUDIUS Our son shall win. QUEEN GERTRUDE He's fat, and scant of breath. Here, Hamlet, take my napkin, rub thy brows; The queen carouses to thy fortune, Hamlet. Back to main page