...upon himself. Of course, Hamlet's anguish bespeaks more than just /wyr/wpathology when he queries, "What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven?" and subsequently declares, "I say we shall have no more marriage." There is something rotten in the...

...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...crawling between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves — believe none of us. One can't help but see in Freud's idea of transference Hamlet's state of mind...

...borne me. I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offenses at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in" (ibid., 3.1.1777-1781, p. 1161). The trouble is that I do not have eyes to see these offenses. I cannot...

...shape them. Like self-accusing Richard II, he turns his eyes upon himself, limning his own portrait. "What should such fellows as I do, crawling between earth and heaven?" Raging almost out of control, Hamlet continues the story, first sketched in Julius Caesar, of the tormented...

...glosses 'wonder' as 'like some grotesque monster at a fair'. 5-6. Compare Shakespeare, Hamlet III i 128: 'What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven?' 7—9. Compare 142 Assurance 2-3: 'Bitterly spitefull thought! Couldst thou invent / So high a torture?'...