shakespeare..again :)

eg og shakespeare goes way back. men i det siste har eg fått ein fornya iver etter å lese meir meir meir. det fins så utrulig mange kloke observasjonar og menneskeskildringar i shakespeare sine skuespel, at eg blir heilt forbausa. mannen var rett og slett genial. og enten lysår framfor si eiga tid, eller så har eg berre undervurdert tida HANS ;) han får sagt det. rett og slett. eg har utallige eksempel på kor godt han får sagt det. men i kveld nøyer eg meg med denne:

Hamlet, act III, scene I. 

OPHELIA 

    Good my lord, 
    How does your honour for this many a day? 

HAMLET 

    I humbly thank you; well, well, well. 

OPHELIA 

    My lord, I have remembrances of yours, 
    That I have longed long to re-deliver; 
    I pray you, now receive them. 

HAMLET 

    No, not I; 
    I never gave you aught. 

OPHELIA 

    My honour'd lord, you know right well you did; 
    And, with them, words of so sweet breath composed 
    As made the things more rich: their perfume lost, 
    Take these again; for to the noble mind 
    Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. 
    There, my lord. 

HAMLET 

    Ha, ha! are you honest? 

OPHELIA 

    My lord? 

HAMLET 

    Are you fair? 

OPHELIA 

    What means your lordship? 

HAMLET 

    That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should 
    admit no discourse to your beauty. 

OPHELIA 

    Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than 
    with honesty? 

HAMLET 

    Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner 
    transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the 
    force of honesty can translate beauty into his 
    likeness: this was sometime a paradox, but now the 
    time gives it proof. I did love you once. 

OPHELIA 

    Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so. 

HAMLET 

    You should not have believed me; for virtue cannot 
    so inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of 
    it: I loved you not. 

OPHELIA 

    I was the more deceived. 

HAMLET 

    Get thee to a nunnery: why wouldst thou be a 
    breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest; 
    but yet I could accuse me of such things that it 
    were better my mother had not borne me: I am very 
    proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at 
    my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, 
    imagination to give them shape, or time to act them 
    in. What should such fellows as I do crawling 
    between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves, 
    all; believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery. 
    Where's your father? 

OPHELIA 

    At home, my lord. 

HAMLET 

    Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the 
    fool no where but in's own house. Farewell. 

OPHELIA 

    O, help him, you sweet heavens! 

HAMLET 

    If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for 
    thy dowry: be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as 
    snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a 
    nunnery, go: farewell. Or, if thou wilt needs 
    marry, marry a fool; for wise men know well enough 
    what monsters you make of them. To a nunnery, go, 
    and quickly too. Farewell.