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Compound and Radical Stress, Energetic Force, Orotund, Pure Tone, and Pectoral, Expulsive Form.
Scene from Hamlet. Act iii. Scene iv.
Pol. He will come straight. Look, you lay home to him: Tell him his pranks have been too broad to bear with;
And that your grace hath screened and stood between
Pray you, be round with him.
Queen. I'll warrant you—
Fear me not. Withdraw, I hear him coming.
Ham. Now, mother, what's the matter?
Queen. Why, how now, Hamlet?
You are the queen, your husband's brother's wife;
Queen. Nay, then, I'll set those to you that can speak.
Where you may see the inmost part of you.
Queen. What wilt thou do?
Help, help, ho!
Thou wilt not murder me!
Pol. What, ho! help!
Ham. How now! a rat?
Dead, for a ducat, dead
Pol. O O! O! I am slain.
Queen. O, me ! what hast thou done?
Ham. Nay, I know not:
Is it the king?
Queen. O, what a rash and bloody deed is this!
Ham. A bloody deed; amlost as bad, good mother, As kill a king, and marry with his brother.
Queen. As kill a king!
Ham. Ay, lady, 'twas my word.—
Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell!
I took thee for thy better.
Leave wringing of your hands: Peace-sit you down,
And let me wring your heart: for so I shall,
If it be made of penetrable stuff;
If damnéd custom have not brazed it so,
That it be proof and bulwark against sense.
Queen. What have I done, that thou dar'st wag thy tongue In noise so rude against me?
Ham. Such an act,
That blurs the blush and grace of modesty;
Ah, me that act !
Queen. Ah, me ! what act?
Ham. Look here, upon this picture, and on this;
This was your husband. Look you now, what follows:
And batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes?
You cannot call it love: for, at your age,
The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble,
And waits upon the judgment—and what judgment,
O, shame! where is thy blush?
Queen. O, Hamlet, speak no more ;
Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul;
No more, sweet Hamlet.
Ham. A murderer, and a villain :
A slave, that is not twentieth part the tythe
A king of shreds and patches:
Save me, and hover o'er me with your wings,
You heavenly guards!-what would your gracious figure? Queen. Alas! he's mad.
Ham. Do you not come your tardy son to chide,
That, lapsed in time and passion, lets go by
The important acting of your dread command ?
Ghost. Do not forget:-this visitation
Ham. How is it with you, lady?
That you do bend your eye on vacancy,
And with the incorporal air do hold discourse!
O, gentle son,
Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper
Sprinkle cool patience. Whereon do you look?
Ham. On him! on him! Look you, how pale he glares!
Ilis form and cause conjoined, preaching to stones,
Would make them capable. Do not look upon me ;
Queen. To whom do you speak this?
Ham. Why, look you there ! look how it steals away!
Queen. This is the very coinage of your brain ;
Queen. O, Hamlet! thou hast cleft my heart in twain.
Ham. O! throw away the worser part of it,
w, as in wit.
Thorough Stress. Thorough Stress is the application of the force of the voice equally to all parts of the word or sound. It can be given with both Effusive and Expulsive Forms.
ADVANTAGES OF THOROUGH STRESS. Thorough Stress is one of the most powerful weapons of oratory. Its effect, when judiciously used with Expulsive Form, Orotund Quality, Impassioned Force, is magical. It rouses the feelings, kindles the emotions,