His interpretation is so different from Andrew Scott, but I like both. I love the overflowing emotion, confusion and anger in Benedict interpretation and I really like the vulnerability and quiet desperation of grief in Andrew performance.
Okay but why did this almost make me cry -- the emotion Ben put into this is insane! If I knew of this just a few weeks earlier, I might have paid more attention when we read Hamlet in class
To be, or not to be, that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles And by opposing end them. To die-to sleep, No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream-ay, there's the rub: For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause-there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life. For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, Th'oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of dispriz'd love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of th'unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscovere'd country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience doth make cowards of us all, And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry And lose the name of action.
У Гамлета депрессия, ну или иначе говоря - экзистенциальный кризис. Все так знакомо, и вопросы и терзания те же самые. Природа человека не особо то изменилась)) А Беня ван лав ❤❤❤
Так быть, или не быть, вопрос ведь в этом: То ль благороднее терпеть умом всё, И плеть, и стрелы, вероломство рока, То ль взять хоть нож мой против моря бед И враз покончить с ними? Почить, уснуть И чтоб; чтоб там во сне сказать - нет Нынче в сердце боли, встряски шока, Так типичных плоти: этот же конец Желанным должен быть. Почить, уснуть! Уснуть можь с снами грёз - да вот в чем гвоздь: Какие в смертном сне быть могут сны? Коль покидаем мы бренный круг (Должны же чтить, задержка быть), Круг ж создаёт столь долго горя жизнь. Так кто же стерпит плеть, презрение, Тирана гнет, надменность, оскорбленье, Напрасных мук любви, закона лень Иль наглость власти клерка, всё то, Что терпит честный, а не негодяй, Коль сам мог он бы с собой покончить Одним шилом? Кто б тогда нёс груз Кряхтя, пот лья всю-всю лишений жизнь? Так это страх чего-то после, смерть И царства, скрытого от нас, откуда Возврата нет совсем, жив или мертв. И заставляет это нас переносить Невзгоды все из года в год? Так трусы из-за совести мы все. То есть обычную на то возможность Закрыл по факту сам собственный наш ум, Ту всю масштабность для такого шага. Совсем ум всё перекосил И потерялось имя действа.
yeah great performance and all, Cumberbatch. but is the guy coughing ok? considering the extent of the coughing you'd think someone would've gotten him some water or something? or perhaps I'm just not realising. perhaps the performance provoked this. perhaps Benedict Cumberbatch's portrayal of young hamlet was absolutely breathtaking. literally. perhaps that poor audience member was so blown away by this terrific delivery of the famous 'to be or not to be' soliloquy that they forgot how to do the most basic human instinct, breathing. and for that i applaud you, noble Cumberbatch. well done.
To be, or not to be, that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles And by opposing end them. To die-to sleep, No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream-ay, there's the rub: For in that sleep of death what dreams may come true
HAMLET'S MONOLOGUE To be, or not to be - that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune Or to take arms against a sea of troubles And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep - No more - and by a sleep to say we end The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep - To sleep - perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub, For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause. There's the respect That makes calamity of so long life. For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of th' unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscovered country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all, And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprise of great pitch and moment With this regard their currents turn awry And lose the name of action.
To be, or not to be, that is the question: Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles And by opposing end them. To die-to sleep, No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to: ’tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream-ay, there’s the rub: For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause-there’s the respect That makes calamity of so long life.
During this part of the play, Hamlet is considering suicide, this entire soliloquy is Hamlet weighing the pros and cons of living, hence the opening statement "to be or not to be". Hamlet is literally asking himself if he should continue to BE or to NOT BE and it is a very emotional question.
to cough or not to cough
LMAO
Somebody should administer a bare bodkin to that cougher.
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"Will Shakespeare has a play, let us go and cough through it."
To cough, or not to cough, that is the problem, whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer...
...The slings and arrows of outrageous germs...
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@@yteuropehdgaming9633 🤣😂
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@@yteuropehdgaming9633 ...Or to take up Halls against a sea of mucus...
His interpretation is so different from Andrew Scott, but I like both.
I love the overflowing emotion, confusion and anger in Benedict interpretation and I really like the vulnerability and quiet desperation of grief in Andrew performance.
His voice just makes the speech even better
One of the best portrayals Ever! You can tell, he really put his heart, and soul into it
And his lungs too
absolutely brilliant! well done to Mr. Cumberbatch. Outstanding performance as usual!
Great coughing. Really made the scene.
Was the coughing in English, or Russian?
@@lytnin88 🤣😂
Он просто Великолепен!Браво, браво!
Чушь сивого попугая! )
Это Вэрибиг Кибертач?
Okay but why did this almost make me cry -- the emotion Ben put into this is insane! If I knew of this just a few weeks earlier, I might have paid more attention when we read Hamlet in class
True emotion, on a deep topic. Shakespeare wrote his thoughts, Benedict brought them to life.
Love it. Great rendition of unbearable emotional pain and paralyzing anxiety.
To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them. To die-to sleep,
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep, perchance to dream-ay, there's the rub:
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause-there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th'oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of dispriz'd love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th'unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovere'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience doth make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action.
thanks
Forgot to add the coughs
Best performance sir.
oMg jUsT cOuGh uP yA lEfT lUnG aT tHiS pOiNt yOuVe gOt aNoThEr oNe
But seriously wow that was amazing 😮
Where the hell did Benedict play? The tuberculosis ward?
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Ох уж этот чисто британский английский ❤
У Гамлета депрессия, ну или иначе говоря - экзистенциальный кризис. Все так знакомо, и вопросы и терзания те же самые. Природа человека не особо то изменилась))
А Беня ван лав ❤❤❤
Точно )
Судя по кашлю за кадром, запечатлён момент начала эпидемии covid19.
it feels like someone was coughing with all his might in the background on purpose
Так быть, или не быть, вопрос ведь в этом:
То ль благороднее терпеть умом всё,
И плеть, и стрелы, вероломство рока,
То ль взять хоть нож мой против моря бед
И враз покончить с ними? Почить, уснуть
И чтоб; чтоб там во сне сказать - нет
Нынче в сердце боли, встряски шока,
Так типичных плоти: этот же конец
Желанным должен быть. Почить, уснуть!
Уснуть можь с снами грёз - да вот в чем гвоздь:
Какие в смертном сне быть могут сны?
Коль покидаем мы бренный круг
(Должны же чтить, задержка быть),
Круг ж создаёт столь долго горя жизнь.
Так кто же стерпит плеть, презрение,
Тирана гнет, надменность, оскорбленье,
Напрасных мук любви, закона лень
Иль наглость власти клерка, всё то,
Что терпит честный, а не негодяй,
Коль сам мог он бы с собой покончить
Одним шилом? Кто б тогда нёс груз
Кряхтя, пот лья всю-всю лишений жизнь?
Так это страх чего-то после, смерть
И царства, скрытого от нас, откуда
Возврата нет совсем, жив или мертв.
И заставляет это нас переносить
Невзгоды все из года в год?
Так трусы из-за совести мы все.
То есть обычную на то возможность
Закрыл по факту сам собственный наш ум,
Ту всю масштабность для такого шага.
Совсем ум всё перекосил
И потерялось имя действа.
Простите, это кто так перевел?..
отличный перевод. Нигде раньше не встречал такой (где я могу их встретить если книгу в руки тыщу лет не брал :D ).
@@SomeGuy-ye8it отличный, это правда.
Перевел автор канала.
@@Dreamindr , спасибо, необычный текст. И за Бенедикта в роли Гамлета, спасибо, отдельное. Прекрасно читает.
Гениально читает!
To suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous coughing...
yeah great performance and all, Cumberbatch. but is the guy coughing ok? considering the extent of the coughing you'd think someone would've gotten him some water or something? or perhaps I'm just not realising. perhaps the performance provoked this. perhaps Benedict Cumberbatch's portrayal of young hamlet was absolutely breathtaking. literally. perhaps that poor audience member was so blown away by this terrific delivery of the famous 'to be or not to be' soliloquy that they forgot how to do the most basic human instinct, breathing. and for that i applaud you, noble Cumberbatch. well done.
Coughing man: TB or not TB
I must admit, the suit is very sweet! ;)
To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them. To die-to sleep,
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep, perchance to dream-ay, there's the rub:
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come true
bro whoever is coughing is doing that on purpose
he wanted to be the real star of the play
mükemmel bi oyunculuk ya..
HAMLET'S MONOLOGUE
To be, or not to be - that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep -
No more - and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep -
To sleep - perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprise of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action.
That person in the background has literally started the pandemic, prove me wrong
BENEDICT MY BOIIIIIIIIII
Waaaaaooooo 🙏🙏
Well Done
What the fuck is the problem with the coughing people!!! I thought tuberculosis is a problem we left behind already.
To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them. To die-to sleep,
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to: ’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep;
To sleep, perchance to dream-ay, there’s the rub:
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause-there’s the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
A rainy day Sir...
if you have full play please upload it
Confused by comments about the covid. That's the eternal soliloquy by otstanding actor, is it really the only thing to think about?
Yes
Brilliant acting. The translation shown in CC is ridiculous. What was wrong with translations by Nabokov, Lozinskiy, or Pasternak?
It was an attempt at equirithmic translation. No one has ever made such the translation before.
Take a little bit of coconut water or something into the theatre with you rather than cough through a play.
Oh dear, I dislike. He is so fresh. #cumberbitches
Венетикт умница, слушать невозможно из-за аудитории, которая, прихожу к выводу, не имеет понятия поведения в зале и уважения к артисту
That was very close to ideal
the cougher may fuCOUGH OFF thank you
Dr Strange: Multiverse of Madness
Не быть, вот правильный вариант
Doctor Strange is that you LOL
Kimberbatch is a genius here, but the same cannot be said about his co-stars. The others play very poorly. It’s hard to look at all this!
0:17
that fucking cougher :/
Ah du bist von Hamlet
Hamlet ya salame
I prefer Kenneth
Why is he crying
During this part of the play, Hamlet is considering suicide, this entire soliloquy is Hamlet weighing the pros and cons of living, hence the opening statement "to be or not to be". Hamlet is literally asking himself if he should continue to BE or to NOT BE and it is a very emotional question.
Stop with the coughing already.
Cough it up.
Бенедикта люблю, но прочтение не понравилось.
Exaggerated n not even emotional let alone theatrical 😐
lIke iF Ms. Barr sEnT yOu
yee haw
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