Enter The Ghost (TV Mini Series)

Act II of III (2020)

Petrina Fitzpatrick: Ophelia & Gertrude

Quotes 

• Ophelia : What means your lordship?

  Hamlet et al. : 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 et al. : Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner transform honesty from what it is to a whore 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 et al. : You should not have believed me; I loved you not.

  Ophelia : I was the more deceived.

• Hamlet et al. : Lady, shall I lie in your lap?

  Ophelia : No, my lord.

  Hamlet et al. : I mean, my head upon your lap?

  Ophelia : Ay, my lord.

  Hamlet et al. : Do you think I meant country matters?

  Ophelia : I think nothing, my lord.

  Hamlet et al. : That's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs.

  Ophelia : What is, my lord?

  Hamlet et al. : Nothing.

  Ophelia : You are merry, my lord.

  Hamlet et al. : O God, your only jig-maker. What should a man do but be merry? For, look you, how cheerfully my mother looks, and my father died within these two hours.

  Ophelia : Nay, 'tis twice two months, my lord.

  Hamlet et al. : So long? Then there's hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half a year: but, by'r lady, he must build churches, then; or else shall he suffer not thinking on, with the hobby-horse, whose epitaph is 'For, O, for, O, the hobby-horse is - forgot.'

• Ophelia : O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword... The expectancy and rose of the fair state, the glass of fashion and the mould of form, the observed of all observers, quite, quite down! And I, of ladies most deject and wretched, that suck'd the honey of his music vows, now see that noble and most sovereign reason, like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh; that unmatch'd form and feature of blown youth blasted with ecstasy: O, woe is me, to have seen what I have seen, see what I see!