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Yorick's Last Soliloquy Analysis

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Infinite jest "Alas, poor Yorick I - I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times, and now how abhorred in my imagination it is I my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed, I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning! quite chap-fallen!"
Hamlet’s giggle could be heard through the castle. Filling the hallways with continues echoes of joy. Sizeably followed by the equally echoing sound of Yorick's jingling slippers. Within Hamlet's bedroom, Yorick was hopelessly trying to teach the young prince how to juggle. With each …show more content…

Her face worn off its beauty now spotted with hairs and scabs. Followed closely came her sickening perpetual cough. Yorick could not quite understand how the King could bear to have her in the kingdom. She had once been the king's own nanny. Despite his scathing critiques of Helena, Yorick knew too well himself of his aging body. It was becoming harder for the little prince to climb upon the jester's shoulders and race piggy-back along the terraces. Yorick's ears filled with Hamlets squeals of delight and his merry laughter filling the air with music. Together on warm mid-afternoons, they would lie in the cover of one of the big old beech trees in the park, whilst Yorick would tell Hamlet tales of the folklore of the country; of the traditions of the prince's warlike race, and the mighty deeds of his great Viking ancestors. Then there were stories, too, wonderful stories, of goblins, sprites, and fairies who did such strange things that the relation of them almost frightens the little prince. Hamlet had always had a wild fascination for these stories and would beg for them to be told for hours. His favorite stories, however, were the ones of his father’s heroic battles on fields far from Denmark.
Tonight, at the feast he would play mischievous tricks upon the big, cheerful, shaggy Viking warriors, as they sat at the banquet table in the great hall of the castle of Elsinore. Hamlet would go with him as a faithful sidekick. …show more content…

Despite the little prince’s merge weight, Yorick in his age had lost a fair proportion of his strength. Hamlets flowing curls hanging brushing gently as he clung onto Yorick's back. Shrieks of joy escaping from his lips. Yet each steps down the steep staircase placing increasingly pressure onto his back. Feeling as if with another step, they would undoubtedly falter. Hamlets joy was spurring him onwards down the stairs. Upon reaching the bottom of the flight of stairs, Yorick could feel a pain rip through his chest. Without control, he fell forwards throwing Hamlet from his back onto the hard stone floor. Yorick's body contorting and convulsing in a seizure fit. Arms splayed, spasms twitching through his neck. Hamlet began to yell and scream for help, face distorted with panic and horror. In an instance, Yorick's body stops. Hamlets scream stop instantly. He approaches towards Yorick who lay lifeless on the floor. Hamlet looks into Yorick's face, observing eyes rolled back deep into his skull. He tries to shake him back. Clinging to Yorick's chest he shakes his limp body with great effort. Tears dribbling down his cheeks falling onto Yorick's white blouse. He does not stop even as his father who at some point had entered the room tries to pull him

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