It was mid-morning, the following day. Gentry, Cannon, and O’Frell followed the cart that carried the linen-wrapped remains to the open bay of the sea. Four men, strangers, walked ahead of the cart; the men Ben Hadal had provided to carry the body. One of them held a lead rope attached to one of the two horses that pulled the wagon. The group traveled in silence. The only sounds their little procession made was the crunch of the wagon wheels on the stone, the sounds of their feet on the cobblestones, and the occasional snort from one of the horses. O’Frell kept his eyes to the ground. Occasionally, he stole a look at Gentry or Cannon. The girl dabbed at her red eyes; the older warrior was stone faced. O’Frell reflected on how the sounds of the busy city seemed obscene; how the bustling people and their shouts seemed out of place at so mournful an occasion. How even the fairness of the day seemed out of place. To O’Frell, the walk seemed to last forever. They trudged on, through the city, down the road to the bay, past the berths that held the cargo and passenger ships, and finally past the area used by the local fishermen. The men guiding the wagon stopped at a quiet cove. A small boat of graying wood, with upturned ends, was tied by a short rope attached to a wooden stake on the beach. It bobbed in the small waves that hissed ashore; and gurgled as the rhythmic breakers slapped at it’s end. The boat was half-filled with firewood soaked in oil. The four men moved to the back of the wagon, and gently lifted the linen wrapped form. They waded out into ankle deep water as they gently lay their burden into the boat. The four looked to Cannon, who nodded. Three of the men climbed into the wagon: one... ... middle of paper ... ...waiting with his bow. “No”, thought Claudius. “Too complicated.” He liked simplicity in his plans. Better to return to the Inn later that night and set fire to it. He could be hiding with his bow, waiting for Cannon to run from the Inn to escape the flames. And, if the man perished in the blaze, so much the better. He had settled the matter in his mind. Claudius would finish his business for the day, then return later for Cannon with his bow and quiver. Claudius felt sand trickle down the inside of his shirt, and gather around the belt of his trousers. He had picked up considerable dirt and grit as he had crawled forward on the hill to observe the funeral. “But first”, he thought to himself, “I need to get out of these dirty clothes. The sand is driving me mad. “ He hummed a tune to himself as he walked down the street, headed home.
Claudius is smug at the onset of the play because he appears to have gotten away
Claudius opens with a concession “Our dear brother’s death/the memory be green, and that it us befitted/To bear our hearts in grief”, indicating to his audience that he empathized with their feelings of pain. However, two lines later, Claudius declares “discretion fought with nature/That we with wisest sorrow think on him/Together with remembrance of ourselves.” Here Claudius introduces the idea that spending time grieving, “nature”, is at odds with practicality, “discretion”, and that for the citizen to become too absorbed in mourning would be to neglect their own well being.
In several thoughts on what Mr. Hamilton said on that matter, maybe Claudius made a mistake on doin...
fire, on a nearby island they quickly sailed to shore to help put out the
he know that he killed his father, who’s also his own brother. Claudius is pretty much using a
... of treachery and, luckily, Hamlet realizes the king’s subterfuge, crushing the plot and flipping it back on him. Claudius remains steadfast in his efforts to remove Hamlet, going so far as to set up a false fencing competition and foolishly pushing the poisoned wine without considering the suspiciousness of the action. In his short-sighted and rash decision making, Claudius shows that he allows his inflated sense of regality and self-worth to cloud his judgment.
Maybe if he was to have killed Claudius as soon as he confirmed he was
but he did not, he always seemed to find some excuse not to do it. I wonder if he killed Claudius the first chance he
oxen to one wagon and four yoke each to the other two wagons. They avaraved from
in order to get away with killing Claudius. He believes that by acting insane no
Upon meeting his father’s ghost, he learns that Claudius killed his father, and that he must take on the task of avenging his death. This encounter changed who he is completely. He said that he will wipe away books, the past, and all of the things he was taught. He will live “within the book and volume of …brain”(a.1, sc.5, l.). He only will live through this purpose in life, and everything else is erased from his memory. He is possibly trying to shut down the part of him that knows right from wrong. His purpose his more important than all else, even if it means destroying on people along the way. He was on a mission that was larger than he had ever imagined. He was driven by grief and ambition.
In conclusion I believe Claudius did what he thought was necessary to protect his country and wasn’t a power hungry man that on the surface could be made out to be. I believe his character goes much deeper than that.
...3.57). Though Claudius appears to show remorse for his actions, he shows his true character by focusing on maintaining the power and rewards that came from murdering his brother.
prove if Claudius is the real murderer or not. After Claudius sees the play he storms out of the stage
An odd sensation, full of guilt and anxiety, overcomes the mariner when he crosses a potential target. The only relief that the man can find comes after the interpretation of his story. This struggle of the sailor is due to the curse condemned on him for slaying the albatross. He is forced to tell a horrifying tale, and be used as an example to pass on a crucial message. “He prayeth best, who loveth best/ All things both great and small;/ For the dear God who loveth us,/ He made and loveth all.” The seaman travels the world, picking out the people who need to experience the message passed through his oral legend. Each person is chosen because of their lack of knowledge towards living things, and the importance of them all. The history of the sailor leaves an impression on the distinct listeners, and they always depart as wiser