Shakespeare’s Tragedy of Hamlet

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Shakespeare’s Tragedy of Hamlet

S$215.00

Title: Shakespeare’s Tragedy of Hamlet
Author: William Shakespeare, WG Simmonds (illus)
Publisher: Hodder & Stoughton, 1983. A limited facsimile reprint of the famous Simmonds edition of 1910. Scarce.
Condition: Hardcover, full deep blue-black leather. All edges gilt. Very good, except for some shelf wear, and foxing of tissue guards protecting the illustrations. Gorgeous book, with 30 tipped in plates by WG Simmonds. All plates are present. From the same series as this book.

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The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark, often shortened to Hamlet, is a tragedy written by William Shakespeare at an uncertain date between 1599 and 1602. Set in the Kingdom of Denmark, the play dramatizes the revenge Prince Hamlet is instructed to enact on his uncle Claudius. Claudius had murdered his own brother, Hamlet’s father King Hamlet and then taken the throne, marrying his deceased brother’s widow, Hamlet’s mother Gertrude.

Hamlet is Shakespeare’s longest play and among the most powerful and influential tragedies in English literature, with a story capable of “seemingly endless retelling and adaptation by others.”The play seems to have been one of Shakespeare’s most popular works during his lifetime and still ranks among his most-performed, topping the performance list of the Royal Shakespeare Company and its predecessors in Stratford-upon-Avon since 1879.It has inspired writers from Goethe and Dickens to Joyce and Murdoch, and has been described as “the world’s most filmed story after Cinderella”.

Quotes:

“He is dead and gone, lady,
He is dead and gone;
At his head a grass-green turf,
At his heels a stone.”

“We fat ourselves for maggots. Your fat king and your lean beggar is but variable service, two dishes, but to one table; that’s the end.”

“O, that this too too solid flesh would melt
Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!
Or that the Everlasting had not fix’d
His canon ‘gainst self-slaughter! O God! God!
How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable,
Seem to me all the uses of this world!
Fie on’t! ah fie! ’tis an unweeded garden,
That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature
Possess it merely. That it should come to this!”