Acta Litteraria Academiae Scientiarum Hungaricae 12. (1970)
1970 / 3-4. szám - Hankiss Elemér: Shakespeare's Hamlet
Sample Table Hamlet, Act III, Scene 1, Lines 83—124 EП 0 M D 1 E 0 Epistem0 Ethical0 Axiol.0 Affect0 The Text Intellectual-—Emotional Personality Dramaturgical Visual Structural True False Good Bad Value V. destr. Sympath. Au tip. Linguistic Sum Hamlet OthersH 00 p H 0c p H 00 p H00 P П0c p 83 Hamlet: Thus conscience does make cowards of us all, Bitterness 0 Helplessness 0 Self-accusation @ ® ® ® © ® ®9 84 And thus the native hue of resolution® ® ® 0 05 85 Is sickbed o’er with the pale cast of thought, Bitterness Disgust® ® 0 04 86 And enterprises of great pitch and moment® 1 87 With this regard their currents turn awry, Bitterness Futility Hopelessness ® ® ® ® 4 88 And lose the name of action . . . Soft you now, Defeat 0 Shift in attitude @ Stalemate© © ® 06 89 The fair Ophelia — Nymph, in thy orisons Joy? Suspicion ?® ® Intrigue Danger© © © 1 ©© ©©© ® 11 90 Be all my sins remembered. Ophelia: Good my lord, Love ? Irony? Bitterness ? ® ® ® Grief?® ® ® ® Suspense© ® ® 10 91 How does your honour for this many a day? Gentleness Love Fear? ® ® ® Approach© © ® 6 92 H: I humbly thank you, well, well, well. Melancholy Irony ? Suspicion ? ® ® ® Perplexity® Suspense© © © ® ®9 93 0: My lord, I have remembrances of yours, Gentleness® ® ® ® ® ® 6 94 That I have longed long to re-deliver. Grief Suspicion ?® ® Love Grief® ® ® © Misunderstanding© © © © © ® 0 13 95 I pray you now receive them. H: No, not I, Self-defenec® © ® 3 96 I never gave you aught. Bitterness® Tension© © © 0 5 97 0: My honoured lord, you know right well you did, Gentleness Grief® ® ® 3 98 And with them words of so sweet breath composed Pain® Remembrance Nostalgia® ® Approach© © © © ® 09 99 As made the things more rich. Their perfume lost, Grief Transitoriness® ® + Relationship© © 0 06 100 Take these again, for to the noble mind Supplication Gentleness® ® ® ® © ® 6 101 Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. Grief® Grief Nobility® ® Misunderstanding© © © © ® 09 102 There, my lord. Suspicion ? Rage?® ® Suspense© 3 103 H : Ha, ha ! are you honest ? Shift in attitude0 Attack 0 Perplexity Pain® ® ®®®® Surprise 00 © ©©0© 15 104 O: My lord? Gentleness® ® ® Suspense© © 5 105H: Are you fair? Attack Suspicion Brutality ® ® ® Perplexity Pain® ® © © ® 8 106 0 : What means your lordship ? Self-defence® Tension© © 3 107H: That if you be honest and fair, your honesty Bitterness Disgust® ® Pain® 3 108 should admit no discourse to your beauty. Brutality Bitterness® ® Pain® Alienation© © © © © © © ® 11 109 O: Could beauty, my lord, have better com-Gentleness Helplessness® ® Approach© © 4 110 merce than with honesty?® ® ® ® 4 111 H : Ay, truly, for the power of beauty will sooner Attack Bitterness® ® Conflict© © © 9 © 7 112 transform honesty from what it is to a bawd, than the Disgust® Pain® Relation ship© 3 113 force of honesty can translate beauty into his likeness. Hate Pain ® ® Pain Helplessness ® ® ® JO ® ® Misunderstanding© © © © ©e© ® 16 114 This was sometime a paradox, but now the time gives it Hopelessness Bitterness Melancholy ® ® ® Dispair® ® ® 6 115 proof. I did love you once. Shift in attitude0 Nostalgia ? 0 Love ? 0 Hope? Joy® ® + Surprise 0© © ® 9 116 O: Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so. Gentleness Hope® ® Reconciliation© © 4 117H: You should not have believe me, for virtue Shift in attitude0 Fright® — Surprise© © © © ® 12 niiacK Brutality® Pain® Conflict© © 118 cannot so inoculate our old stock, but we shall relish of Disgust Bitterness® ® Dispair® ® 4 119 it T loved you not. Shift in attitude 0 Attack 0 Bitterness 0 Pain® Alienation© © © © © © ® 11 120 0: I was the more deceived. Humility Pain® ® ® ® Defeat© © © ® 8 121 H: Get thee to a nunnery, Attack Brutality® ® Pain® Conflict© © © ©© ® 9 122 why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners? I am myself Disgust Rage® ® Fear® Unfavorable turn in 0 action 4 123 indifferent honest, but yet I could accuse me of such Self-accusation Bitterness® ® Anxiety® ®® ® ® © © © 10 124 things, that it were better my mother had not borne me. . . Dispair® Compassion Pain® ® ® ® 5 Total 61 47 30j 10 281 12 15 111 38 39 289 Average number of impulses per line: 6.88 Text according to: The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark, ed. by John Dover Wilson. 2nd ed., 3rd eprint. The Works of Shakespeare. Cambridge 1954.