Question

Can someone help me analyzing this Soliloquy Prompt??
O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I!
Is it not monstrous that this player here,
But in a fiction, in a dream of passion,
Could force his soul so to his own conceit
That from her working all his visage wann’d,
Tears in his eyes, distraction in’s aspect,
A broken voice, and his whole function suiting
With forms to his conceit? and all for nothing!
For Hecuba!
What’s Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba,
That he should weep for her? What would he do,
Had he the motive and the cue for passion
That I have? He would drown the stage with

Answer 1

@Anaise

Answer 2

I'm sorry, I'm not able to help you, since I know the basic grammar of american english

Answer 3

? what exactly are we supposed to do haha

Answer 4

@MTALHAHASSAN2 How can I help you ?

Answer 5

Oh wait duh

Answer 6

Alright so it's about analyzing the poem and making it understandable right? Give me a few minutes to do that

Answer 7

I think, i understand this way....

“O, What A Rogue And Peasant Slave Am I” Soliloquy Translation:
What a deceitful fellow – a rogue, a peasant slave – he was! It was monstrous that this actor had only to imagine grief for his face to go pale and his eyes tostream. In a fiction! A made-up script of passion! He was able to effect a broken voice, a desperation in his body language, and everything he felt necessary to the situation he was imagining. And it was all for nothing! For Hecuba, dead for a thousand years! What was Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, that he should weep for her? What would that actor do if he had the motive and the reason for grief that he had? He would flood the stage with tears and split the ears of the audience with the language he would find, terrifying the innocent and making the guilty mad. He would bewilder the ignorant and amaze the eyes and ears of all.

He stood up and paced. He was the opposite of the actor: he was a rascal, the mettle of whose character had become tarnished and dull. He was shrinking away from his duty like a John-o-dreams, slow to translate his purpose into action, unable to say a word, no, not even on behalf of a king who had been robbed of his property and most precious life. Was he a coward? The victim of bullies? Would he let them call him names, strike him on his head, pull his beard out and throw it in his face, assassinate his character? Ha! God, yes, he would just take it because it was impossible that he could be anything but pigeon-livered , lacking the gall to summon up enough bitterness to do anything about his father’s murder. Otherwise he would have fed this slave’s intestines to the local kites. The villain! Bloody, filthy villain! Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, cruel villain! Oh vengeance! His heart was beating fast and he was almost breathless from the thoughts that were plaguing him. He sat down again. What an retricehe was! What a brave man! That he, the son of a beloved father who had been murdered, with every reason between heaven and hell to act, should unburden his heart with words and descend to cursing, like a whore – a servant. Curse it!

He sat for a moment and an idea that had occurred to him while talking to the actors began to take shape. He had to concentrate on it now. Hmmm. He had heard about guilty people who, while watching a play, had been so affected by the contents of the scene, that they had confessed to their crimes, because murder will always find a way to proclaim itself, even though it has no voice of its own.

The idea crystallized. He would get the players to perform something like the murder of his father in front of his uncle. He would watch his uncle’s reactions. He would probe his very thoughts. If his uncle so much as flinched he would know what to do. The ghost may have been the devil for all he knew, and the devil had the power to take on a pleasing shape. Yes, and perhaps the devil was taking advantage of his weakness and his grief to damn him. He was therefore going to get proof. The play was the thing in which he would catch the conscience of the king. @MTALHAHASSAN2

Answer 8

Ref: http://www.shakespeare-online.com/plays/hamlet/soliloquies/whatarogue.html

Answer 9

@Koikkara 's response definitely seems very thorough and the best explanation. Good luck on your assignment!

Answer 10

lol did you plagriaze

Answer 11

@MTALHAHASSAN2 Should I? I will try next time, for now i use an i-pad with low resolution... lol

Answer 12

lol but know how can i convert that information in my on words

Answer 13

@Koikkara

Answer 14

i need help

Answer 15

i am so bad with english

Answer 16

I'm good at English but just not good at analyzing poems. I'm sorry, I can't help you - my old english is a bit rusty. :(

Answer 17

user @Cresciez can help you with conversion @MTALHAHASSAN2

Answer 18

do you guys even read the hamlet

Answer 19

its a very famous play by shakespaeare

Answer 20

That's not the point exactly

Answer 21

I know it's a famous play by Shakespeare; i have read it and so have many others, but it's very difficult to analyze it

Answer 22

Is this the amount of poem you need to convert into your own words? Hamlet is longer than this

Answer 23

Aw man I have my own projects to do, I'm very sorry but I really can't help you :(

Answer 24

lol no its a different question thou

Answer 25

ok but can you plz help me with writing a diary prompts