...alone my inky cloak, good mother. Nor customary suits of solemn black. Nor windy suspiration of fore 'd breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor...dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief. That can denote me truly. These indeed seem. For they are actions that a man...

...in the play expresses a paradigraatically skeptical point of view, that of the archetypal outsider: 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother. Nor customary suits of solemn black. Nor windy suspiration of fore 'd breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye. Nor the dejected haviour of the visage. Together...

...opens the scene, and this one. What effect do the lists have in this second speech? (lines 87-106). Nor windy suspiration of forced breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, 80 Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief, That can...

...If it be, Why seems it so particular with thee? HAMLET Seems, madam? Nay, it is. I know not "seems." 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary...solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forced breath, so No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, 8i Nor the dejected havior of the visage, Together with all...

...the same, emphatically denies that he knows "seeming": Seems, madam? Nay, it is. I know not "seems." Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together...

...common. If it be, Why seems it so particular with thee? 'Seems', madam? Nay, it is; I know not 'seems'. 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, The Tragedie...

...If it be, Why seems it so particular with thee? Hamlet Seems, madam ! nay it is; I know not 'seems.' Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected 'havior of the visage, Together...

...immediately demonstrated when he says to the Queen: Seems, Madam? Nay, it is. I know not 'seems'. "Pis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together...

...zwischen Welt und Subjekt, die Geburt der neuzeitlichen Seele und einer autonomen inneren Realität: Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary...dejected 'haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief, That can denote me truly... (I.ii.77-83) Die hier zutage tretende Frage nach...

...why death "seems so particular" to him, and he answers, Seems, madam? Nay it is, I know not "seems." 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary...dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief, That can denote me truly. These indeed seem, For they are actions that a man...