The plot of Hamlet:
Hamlet, Prince of Denmark, is visited by a mysterious ghost resembling his recently deceased father, the King of Denmark. The ghost tells Hamlet that his father was murdered by Claudius, the King’s brother, who then took the throne and married Hamlet’s mother, Gertrude. The ghost encourages Hamlet to avenge his father’s death by killing Claudius.
Characters:
Hamelt Ophelia
King Claudius Polonius
Laertes Gertrude
Horatio Fortinbras
Ghost of Hamlet's father Yorick
Rosencrantz Bernardo
Voltimand Guildenstern
Marcellus Francisco
Osric Reynaldo
Cornelius
A brief description of Hamlet:
The title character of the play, Hamlet is the Prince of Denmark, who was thought to be aged between 17 - 22. He goes through many troubles and problems throughout the play, especially the discovery that his father was murdered by his uncle. Hamlet often thinks too much, and is not quick to make a decision. He does not like this quality in himself, and would like to be impulsive like Fortinbras. Hamlet is cynical, yet intelligent, and he is often difficult to tell if he is truly crazy or if he is just pretending to get revenge for his father's murder.
The Monologue:
HAMLET:
To be, or not to be--that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep--
No more--and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep--
To sleep--perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprise of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action. -- Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia! -- Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remembered.
My view:
Although I do enjoy this monologue, I do think that I would be able to play more and expand on the monologue from the Tempest because it has more of a comedic feel to it. Also the language used in this piece is harder to understand than the other. Not only do I find Trinculo's monologue easier to understand, but I also prefer Trinculo's piece.