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Song: Smells Like Teen Spirit by Nirvana Soliloquy: To be or not to be (Act 3 Scene 1) by Ismerai Aldape

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Song: Smells Like Teen Spirit by Nirvana Soliloquy: To be or not to be (Act 3 Scene 1) by Ismerai Aldape

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[Verse 1]

No more; and by a sleep to say we end

It's fun to lose and to pretend

She's over-bored and self-assured

their currents turn awry With this regard

[Pre-Chorus]

Hello, hello, hello, how low

Hello, hello, hello, how low

Hello, hello, hello, how low

Hello, hello, hello

[Chorus]

With the lights out, it's less dangerous

Thus conscience doth make cowards of us

I feel stupid and contagious

The slings and arrows of fortune outrageous

A mulatto, an albino

A mosquito, my libido, yeah

[Post-Chorus]

Hey, yay

[Verse 2]

I'm worse at what I do best

And for this gift, I feel blessed

A sea of troubles to take arms against

And always will until the end

[Pre-Chorus]

Hello, hello, hello, how low

Hello, hello, hello, how low

Hello, hello, hello, how low

Hello, hello, hello

[Chorus]

With the lights out, it's less dangerous

Thus conscience doth make cowards of us

I feel stupid and contagious

The slings and arrows of fortune outrageous

A mulatto, an albino

A mosquito, my libido, yeah

[Post-Chorus]

Hey, yay

[Guitar Solo]

[Verse 3]

And I forget just why I taste

Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile

I found it hard, it's hard to find

Whether 'tis nobler to suffer in the mind

[Pre-Chorus]

Hello, hello, hello, how low

Hello, hello, hello, how low

Hello, hello, hello, how low

Hello, hello, hello

[Chorus]

With the lights out, it's less dangerous

Thus conscience doth make cowards of us

I feel stupid and contagious

The slings and arrows of fortune outrageous

A mulatto, an albino

A mosquito, my libido, yeah

[Outro]

A denial, a denial

A denial, a denial

A denial, a denial

A denial, a denial

A denial

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Dhruvi Desai - Hamlet Remix - I Did Something Bad by Taylor Swift

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Dhruvi Desai - Hamlet Remix - I Did Something Bad by Taylor Swift

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I never trust a Claudius

That have a father killed

So I play 'em like a violin

And I make it look oh so easy

How all occasions do inform against me

And spur my dull revenge

This is how the world works

My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth.

I can feel the flames on my skin

I do not know

Why yet I live to say,

“This thing’s to do,” When honour’s at the stake.

O, from this time forth,

My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth.

O, from this time forth,

My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth.

Best revenge I ever had

And I'd do it over and over and over again if I could

It just felt so good, good

I never trust a Claudius

That have a mother stained

What is a man,

If his chief good and

market of his time

Be but to sleep and feed

They never see it comin'

What I do next

This is how the world works

My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth.

I can feel the flames on my skin

I do not know

Why yet I live to say,

“This thing’s to do,” When honour’s at the stake.

But if he have a mother stained, then I owe him nothin'

And if he have a father killed, then he had it comin'

O, from this time forth,

My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth.

O, from this time forth,

My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth.

Best revenge I ever had

And I'd do it over and over and over again if I could

It just felt so good, good

Revenge felt so good

honour’s at the stake. How stand I then,

That have a father killed, a mother stained,

Excitements of my reason…

honour’s at the stake. [so] How stand I then,

Kill Claudius (Kill Claudius), Kill Claudius (Kill Claudius)

Kill Claudius, go ahead kill Claudius (kill Claudius)

Kill Claudius (kill Claudius), Kill Claudius (kill Claudius)

Kill Claudius (kill Claudius), Kill Claudius (kill Claudius)

O, from this time forth,

My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth.

O, from this time forth,

My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth.

Best revenge I ever had

And I'd do it over and over and over again if I could

Revenge felt so good, good

Oh, you say I did something bad

Then why's it feel so good, good?

So bad, why's it feel so good?

Why's it feel, why's it feel so good? (Bad)

It just felt so good, good

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"Thriller" by Michael Jackson, "He's his Killer" by Jones Raisor

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"Thriller" by Michael Jackson, "He's his Killer" by Jones Raisor

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It's close to midnight
when churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out
Under the moonlight
let me be cruel but not unnatural
she'll try to scream
But then I'll shut her up before she does it
I'll speak with daggers
my tongue and soul in this be hypocrites;

She's paralyzed

'Cause he's his killer, thriller night
And no one's gonna save you from the beast that is my words
You know he's killer, thriller night
You're gonna go to bed with my dads killer, thriller tonight, yeah

Ooh, ooh
You hear the door slam
And realize there's nowhere left to run
I'll speak with daggers
but never use one on her fragile heart
You close your eyes
And hope that this is just imagination
Girl, but all the while
you can see me freaking out inside
You're out of time

'Cause he's his killer, thriller night
You shouldn't go to bed with the guy who killed my dad, girl
Thriller, thriller night
You're fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller tonight

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“To Go, or Not to Go Backwards” remix with "Feels Like We Only Go Backwards" by Tame Impala -Henry Haskins

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“To Go, or Not to Go Backwards” remix with "Feels Like We Only Go Backwards" by Tame Impala -Henry Haskins

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To be, or not to be: that is the question:

Every part of me says "go ahead".

And thus the native hue of resolution

Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought.

I know that you think

For who would bear the whips and scorns of time (of time)

Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,

And by opposing end them?

To die: to sleep;

Must give us pause.

To be, or not to be: that is the question:

Every part of me says "go ahead".

And thus the native hue of resolution

Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought.

The seed of all this indecision isn't me, oh no,

'Cause I decided long ago.

No more; and by a sleep to say we end

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,

It feels…

It feels like I only go backwards, Ophelia,

Every part of me says "go ahead".

And thus the native hue of resolution

Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought.

To be, or not to be: that is the question:

Every part of me says "go ahead".

And thus the native hue of resolution

Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought.

To be, or not to be: that is the question:

Every part of me says "go ahead".

And thus the native hue of resolution

Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought.

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Remix of "My Body is a Cage" by Peter Gabriel - Joseph Li

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Remix of "My Body is a Cage" by Peter Gabriel - Joseph Li

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My body is a cage that keeps me
From dancing with the one I love
But my mind holds the key

To be or not to be, I wonder
To suffer slings and arrows here
Or to fight endlessly

But my mind holds the key
My mind holds the key

I'm living in an age
That calls darkness light
Though my language is dead
Still the shapes fill my head

To sleep, perchance to dream, a blessing
But what dreams wait beyond this veil?
There's the cause of my dread

But my mind holds the key
You're standing next to me
My mind holds the key

Who would bear the whips of sorrow?
Time’s cruel hand and endless woe?
Yet we fear the great unknown
And so we linger here

My body is a cage
My body is a cage
My body is a cage

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"Kill Bill" by SZA x Hamlet -Lulu Redmond

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"Kill Bill" by SZA x Hamlet -Lulu Redmond

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How all occasions do inform against me

Can’t have Claudius alive and be happy

Hate to see him happy cuz he killed my daddy

I'm so mature

I'm so mature

I'm so mature hath but one part wisdom

And ever three parts coward

A beast, no more, This thing's to do'

If dad can’t live then no one will

I might

I might Kill Claudius

And spur my dull revenge!

Polonius came first. How'd I get here?

I might kill Claudius

But I do not know

It will be a shame if I don’t

I get the sense that it's a lost cause

Exposing what is mortal and unsure

This speech gon' be evidence, this speech is evidence

He tried to ration with me, no murders or crimes of passion, but damn

I watch the army

They are down to fight, not contemplate a thing

Now I’m in the mountains, thinking too precisely

Got me feeling shameful, got me thinking honour's at the stake

I'm so mature, I'm so mature

I'm so mature, That have a father killed, a mother stained, yet I know

It’s what God wants, I just must do

If  I don’t kill him, no one will

I might Kill Claudius

And spur my dull revenge!

Polonius came first. How'd I get here?

I might kill Claudius

But I do not know

It will be a shame if I don’t

I’ll do it all for love

I’ll do all of it for honor

I’ll do all of this for father

I’ll do it all for us, oh

I’ll do it all for love

I’ll do all of it for honor

I’ll do all of this for father

Don't you know I’ll do it all for us?

I will kill Claudius

It’s best idea

Killed his bestie first, how’d I get here?

I must kill Claudius

For my father though

My thoughts be bloody, or no else.

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“Mad World” by Tears for Fears  -Morgan Groves

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“Mad World” by Tears for Fears  -Morgan Groves

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All around me are familiar faces

Worn-out places, worn-out faces

How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable

Seem to me all the uses of this world!

But two months dead, nay, not so much, not two:

So excellent a king, that was to this hyperion to a satyr;

Hide my head, I wanna drown my sorrow

No tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad

The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had

Or that the Everlasting had not fixed

His canon ‘gainst self-slaughter!

Heaven and earth, must I remember? It’s a very very

Mad World

Mad World

Mad World

Mad World

O, most wicked speed, to post

With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!

And I feel the way that every child should

It is not nor it cannot come to good:

A little month, or ere those shoes were old

With which she follow’d my poor father’s body

But break my heart, for I must hold my tongue.

Look right through me, looked right through me

And I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad

The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had

Or that the Everlasting had not fixed

His canon ‘gainst self-slaughter!

Heaven and earth, must I remember? It’s a very very

Mad World

Mad World

Mad World

Mad World

O God! God!

Mad world

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“West Coast Smoker” by Fall Out Boy (Act II, Scene ii)

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“West Coast Smoker” by Fall Out Boy (Act II, Scene ii)

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What's Hecuba to him?

I am pigeon-livered and lack gall

O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I!

That he should weep for her? What would he do

Had he the passion and the motive for cue that I’ve?

He would make so mad the guilty and appall the free.

Oh, hell, yes, I'm a nervous wreck

Oh, hell, yes, I'll catch the King's conscience

Knock once for the father

Twice for the son

Three times for the holy ghost

Play something like the murder

I have heard that guilty creatures sitting at a play have

proclaimed their malefactions.

Must, like a whore, unpack my heart

Prompted to my revenge

(Conscience doth make cowards of us all)

Follow the disorganized religion of my head

Is it not monstrous that this man,

Could force his soul to his own conceit

Broken voice–and all for nothing

Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous villain.

Oh, hell, yes, I'm a nervous wreck

Oh, hell, yes, I'll catch the King's conscience

Knock once for the father

Twice for the son

Three times for the holy ghost

Knock once for the father

Twice for the son

Three times for the holy ghost

I'm a nervous wreck, I'm a nervous wreck

I'm a nervous wreck

I'm a n-n-nervous wreck

I'm a nervous wreck, I'm a nervous wreck

(Oh, hell, yes)

I'll catch the King's conscience(I'll catch the King's conscience)

Knock once for the father(Knock once for the father)

Twice for the son

Three times(Three times) for the holy ghost

Three times (Three times) for the holy ghost

Three times (Three times) for the holy ghost

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"California" by Chappell Roan remixed with Act 3, Scene 3 Soliloquy - Marri Shaeffer

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"California" by Chappell Roan remixed with Act 3, Scene 3 Soliloquy - Marri Shaeffer

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A villain has killed my own father

New king, step dad, sent to, heaven

With all his crimes broad blown

As flush as May

′Cause I was never told that I wasn't gonna get

The things I want the most

But people always say, "If it hasn′t happened yet

Then maybe you should go"

Will I get him out of Elsinore?

The purging of his soul

O, this is hire and salary

Not his revenge

When he is drunk or in his rage

I’ll make you proud

To think I almost had him going

I can't let you down

Too hard to find reasons to stay

Even true love could not persuade

′Cause I was never told that I wasn′t gonna get

The things I want the most

And people always say, "If it hasn't happened yet

Then maybe you should go"

Will I get him out of Elsinore?

The purging of his soul

O, this is hire and salary

Not his revenge

When he is drunk or in his rage

I’ll make you proud

To think I almost had him going

I can't let you down

Come get him out

Come get him out

Come get him out

Come get him out

Will I get him out of Elsinore?

O, this is hire and salary

Not his revenge

When he is drunk or in his rage

I’ll make you proud

To think I almost had him going

I can't let you down

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How all occasions do inform against me

Can’t have Claudius alive and be happy

Hate to see him happy cuz he killed my daddy

I'm so mature

I'm so mature

I'm so mature hath but one part wisdom

And ever three parts coward

A beast, no more, This thing's to do'

If dad can’t live then no one will

I might

I might Kill Claudius

And spur my dull revenge!

Polonius came first. How'd I get here?

I might kill Claudius

But I do not know

It will be a shame if I don’t

I get the sense that it's a lost cause

Exposing what is mortal and unsure

This speech gon' be evidence, this speech is evidence

He tried to ration with me, no murders or crimes of passion, but damn

I watch the army

They are down to fight, not contemplate a thing

Now I’m in the mountains, thinking too precisely

Got me feeling shameful, got me thinking honour's at the stake

I'm so mature, I'm so mature

I'm so mature, That have a father killed, a mother stained, yet I know

It’s what God wants, I just must do

If  I don’t kill him, no one will

I might Kill Claudius

And spur my dull revenge!

Polonius came first. How'd I get here?

I might kill Claudius

But I do not know

It will be a shame if I don’t

I’ll do it all for love

I’ll do all of it for honor

I’ll do all of this for father

I’ll do it all for us, oh

I’ll do it all for love

I’ll do all of it for honor

I’ll do all of this for father

Don't you know I’ll do it all for us?

I will kill Caludius

It’s best idea

Killed his bestie first, how’d I get here?

I must kill Claudius

For my father though

My thoughts be bloody, or no else.

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Hamlet's Way,  Remix of: "My Way" - Frank Sinatra. *(3rd and 4th verse.)*

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Hamlet's Way,  Remix of: "My Way" - Frank Sinatra. *(3rd and 4th verse.)*

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I've loved, I've laughed and cried

I've had my fill, my share of losing.

And now, as thoughts subside I find it all so clearing:

to think, of what to do,

To close it now, to sleep in their graves

Oh, no, oh, no, not me I did it my way...

For what is a man, if he should feed?

If not himself? a beast indeed.

“The things to do,” I truly feel,

To stand as one, not bent to kneel.

My thoughts be blood, or nothing wroth

And did it my way.

… Yes, it was my way

Croydon Thackeray, 1st Period

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"Release" by Pearl Jam remix - Luke LeBlanc

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"Release" by Pearl Jam remix - Luke LeBlanc

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I see the world, feel the chill

Which way to go, windowsill

I see the words on a rocking horse of time

I see the birds in the rain

Oh, oh

Oh, oh

Oh, dear Dad, can you see me now?

Ay, thou poor ghost

I am myself, like you somehow

But bear me stiffly up. Remember thee?

I'll hold the pain, release me

Oh, oh I

Oh, oh

Oh, dear Dad, can you see me now?

I am myself like you somehow

I'll wait up in the dark for you to speak to me

In this distracted globe. Remember thee?

For I must hold my tongue! Release me

Release me, release me, ah, release me

Oh, oh I

Oh, whoa, ah ooh, ooh

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Back to you, back to you, back to you

Back to you, back to you, back to you

I go back to you, back to you, back to you every time

All occasions inform against me

Examples gross as Earth exhort me

They keep telling me to let go

But I don't really let go when I say so (yuh, yuh)

Now, whether it be bestial

Oblivion, or craven scruple

It's like something out of Shakespeare

Of thinking to precisely on the event

I've tried to fight our energy

But every time I think I'm free (yeah, ooh)

I don’t know why yet I live to say

“This thing’s to do,” have cause, will, and strength

Why, oh, why does God keep bringing me back to you?

I get drunk, pretend that I'm over it

Self-destruct, show up like an idiot

Why, oh, why does God keep bringing me back to you?

I go back to you, back to you, back to you

Back to you, back to you, back to you

I go back to you, back to you, back to you every time

That father killed, a mother stained

Excitements of my reason and blood

They keep calling me a head-case

My thoughts be bloody or nothing worth

I've tried to fight our energy

But every time I think I'm free (yeah)

Examples gross as earth exhort me

I get weak and fall like a teenager

Why, oh, why does God keep bringing me back to you? (Back to you, baby)

I get drunk, pretend that I'm over it

Self-destruct, show up like an idiot

Why, oh, why does God keep bringing me back to you?

I go back to you, back to you, back to you (I go back to you)

Back to you, back to you, back to you (back to you)

I go back to you, back to you, back to you every time

I go back to you, back to you, back to you (you)

Back to you, back to you, back to you

I go back to you, back to you, back to you every time

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"Apple" by Charli XCX (Act 3, Scene 1 - "To be or not to be")

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"Apple" by Charli XCX (Act 3, Scene 1 - "To be or not to be")

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I guess the apple don't fall far from the ghost

'Cause I've been looking at you so long

Now I can only see me

I wanna throw the apple right at the king

But the dread of something after life

Makes me just want to die

To sleep, to breathe

To be, to not be

I guess the king could turn guilty or clean

I know there's lots of different nuances

To you and to me

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer

But I can't help but get so angry

You don't listen to me

To sleep, perchance to dream

No more, no more

To sleep, perchance to dream

What else, Why else

I'm gonna think, gonna think all night

I'm gonna delay, gonna lose everything all night

I think the kings are rotten right to the core

From all the things passed down

From all the duty coming before

I split my revenge down symmetrical lines

And what I find is kinda scary

Makes me just wanna die

(Die, Die, Die, d-d-d-die, die, die)

(I'm gonna dream, gonna dream all night)

(I'm gonna lie, gonna lie all night)

(Die, Die, Die, d-d-d-die, die, die)

I wanna know where you go

When you're feeling sorrow

Bear the whips and scorns of time, do you?

I wanna know where I go

When I’m feeling noble

Dread the undiscovered country, do I

(Do you, do you, suffer, suffer)

(Do you, do you, delay, delay)

(Do you, do you, do you, do you)

(Do you, do you, do you, do you)

(Do you, do you, do you, do you)

(Do you, do you, do you, do you)

(Do you, do you, do you, do you)

(Do you, do you, do you, do you)

(Do you, do you)

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The Sketchy song from Hamilton for a weird Hamlet parody by ZG

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The Sketchy song from Hamilton for a weird Hamlet parody by ZG

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[LAERTES] There's nothing like winter in the city

Someone under stress meets someone looking guilty

There's trouble in the air, you can smell it

And poor Hamlet’s by himself

I'll let him tell it

[HAMLET] I hadn't slept in a week

I was weak, I was awake

You've never seen a peasant slave

More in need of a break

Longing for Ophelia

Missing my Father

That's when a figure of solemn march walked into my life

He said

[CLAUDIUS] Oh, my offense is rank

It hath the primal eldest curse upon’t

But I don't know where to go

And I came here all alone

[HAMLET] He said

[CLAUDIUS] I know I’m doin' Denmark wrong

Beatin' it, cheatin' it, mistreatin' it

My stronger guilt defeats my stronger intent

To be forestalled ere we come to fall

[HAMLET]

Now might do it, yes

Look at him now confess

[CLAUDIUS] Forgive me my foul murder

[HAMLET] And so I am revenged

And he to heaven sent

[CLAUDIUS] Try what repentance can

[HAMLET] But what if I’m wrong

Then my soul’s to hell not long

And a innocent life gone

And look at him now

[CLAUDIUS] Pray

[HAMLET] Pray.

[CLAUDIUS] Pray

[HAMLET]

That's when he began to pray

Oh, to be or not to be

I don't know— to be or not to be

But my God, he looks so helpless

Praying for forgiveness

No, to be or not to be

[CLAUDIUS] Whoa

[HAMLET] I don't know, to be or not to be

In my mind, I'm trynna go

[CHORUS] Go, go, go!

[HAMLET] Then he bows his head and I leave him

[CHORUS]

No! No!

To be or not to be

No! No!

To be or not to be

No! No!

To be or not to be

No! No!

To be or not to be

[HAMLET] I wish I could say that was the last time

I said that last time, it became a pastime

A month into this endeavor

I received a visit from my fallen father

Even better, he said

[GHOST] Dear Son, the serpent that did sting thy father’s life

Now wears his crown, that adulterate beast of strife

With the witchcraft of his wits

His traitorous gifts

You see, that was my wife who he decided to

[HAMLET] Wha…

[GHOST] Uh-oh!

The will of my most seeming virtuous queen

From me, whose love was that of dignity

You put on the play

You know the truth of what I say

So take thy knife and avenge my life

[HAMLET]

I hid the dagger and I raced to my mother

Screamed "How could you?" in her face

She said

[GERTRUDE] Whoa son!

[HAMLET] Half dressed, apologetic

A mess, she looked pathetic

She cried

[GERTRUDE] Why, how now Hamlet?

[HAMLET] Did you know about the murder?

[GERTRUDE] What about the murder?

[HAMLET] Stop crying, hark, a rat!

[GERTRUDE] That was Polonius— why’d you do that?!

[HAMLET] I am ruined

[GERTRUDE] Thou have cleft my heart in twain

[HAMLET] Father, what have I done?

[GERTRUDE] What have you done?

[HAMLET] How could I do this?

[GERTRUDE] Who do you speak to, Hamlet, please tell me!

[HAMLET] Do you not see father there?

[GERTRUDE] Your father’s dead!

[HAMLET] By Claudius’ hand!

[GERTRUDE] Help ho— Are you insane?!

[HAMLET] Oh, to be or not to be

[GERTRUDE] Oh…

[HAMLET] I don't know— to be or not to be

But the situation's helpless

[GERTRUDE] Helpless

[HAMLET] Why can’t sleep just leave me senseless?

No, to be or not to be

[GERTRUDE] Whoa!

How can I be or not to be?

There is nowhere I can go

[CHORUS] Go, go, go!

[HAMLET] My father’s honor on the line, how can I say

[CHORUS] No!

[HAMLET] To be

[CHORUS] Or not to be! Oh!

[HAMLET] To be!

[CHORUS] Or not to be, oh!

[HAMLET] To be...

[CHORUS] Or not to be!

[HAMLET] To be!

[CHORUS] Or not to be!

[HAMLET] To be...

[CHORUS] Or not to be!

[HAMLET] To be or not to be, I don’t— to be or not to be

There is nowhere I can go

[CHORUS] Go, go, go

[GHOST] So?

[HAMLET] Be all my sins remembered so.

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"Traitor" by Olivia Rodrigo, O all you host of heaven (Act 1, Scene 5) by Ana Tubilla

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"Traitor" by Olivia Rodrigo, O all you host of heaven (Act 1, Scene 5) by Ana Tubilla

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Ooh-ooh-ooh

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Brown guilty eyes and little white lies

I trusted you but never knew,

That you'd talk to him, maybe did even worse

And Claudius is king now so it's true

And ain't it funny

How you ran to him

The second that dad met his end?

And ain't it funny

How did you say you were friends?

Now it sure as hell don't look like it

You betrayed me

How come you don’t feel sorry

For moving on fast, yeah

You'd talk to Claud

When y'all were together

He Loved you at your worst

But that didn't matter

It took you two weeks

To go off to Claudius

Guess you didn't cheat

But you're still a traitor

Now you bring him around

It just shuts me down

He shows you off like a new trophy

And I know if you were true

There's no damn way that you

Could fall in love with somebody that quickly

Ain't it funny

All the twisted games

Claudius took to get to the throne

Ain't it funny?

I saw dad’s ghost

And you told me I was paranoid

You betrayed me

How come you don’t feel sorry

For moving on fast, yeah

You'd talk to Claud

When y'all were together

He Loved you at your worst

But that didn't matter

It took you two weeks

To go off to Claudius

Guess you didn't cheat

But you're still a traitor

OOOOOOOOOo

God, I wish that you had thought this through

Why isn't dad’s ghost haunting you

(Ah-ah-ah)

Claudius is sleeping in the bed you made

Don't you dare forget about the way

You betrayed me

How come you don’t feel sorry

For moving on fast, yeah

You'd talk to Claud

When y'all were together

He Loved you at your worst

But that didn't matter

It took you two weeks

To go off to Claudius

Guess you didn't cheat

But you're still

You're still a traitor (ah-ah-ah)

Yeah, you're still a traitor

Ooh-ooh-ooh

God, I wish that you had thought this through

Why isn't dad’s ghost haunting you

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Song: 'Want' by Jawbreaker and Act 2 Scene 2 Soliloquy 

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Been staring for a hundred hours

What peasant slave am I

Keep mouth clamped tight, and it isn't right

For murder, though I have no tongue

As deep as to the lungs

They need to let it go, because I know

Dark secrets burn their vessel

dull and muddy-mettled rascal

I've been Prompt revenge by heaven and hell

So yell it out before it kills you now

Let it all out

Used to let rumors do my work

unpacked my heart with words

Fie upon’t, foh, Now they only hurt

This time I gotta say it straight

I mean to do some good

I'm calling out your name, With the players game

Dark secrets burn their vessel

dull and muddy-mettled rascal

I've been Prompt revenge by heaven and hell

So yell it out before it kills you now

Let it all out

I’ll catch you

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Moonlight On The River by Mac Demarco. Hamlet's First Soliloquy: Act 1, Scene 2

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Moonlight On The River by Mac Demarco. Hamlet's First Soliloquy: Act 1, Scene 2

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I'd say, my flesh was solid, if I thought that would resolve it

And I'd try to, slaughter myself, if I could

It's so strange, growing seeds, that possess me so merely

It's such strange, apparitions, standing there beside it

I'm home, with weeds infesting my garden, saying my goodbyes

I'm home, hes between the winds of heaven, everybody dies

Curse this, sullied my flesh, that pollutes me so deeply

A beast of reason, ain't exactly where we're at

It's so strange, holding my tongue against you

While you marry, so wicked, to insestuous sheets

I'm home, with weeds infesting my garden, saying my goodbyes

I'm home, hes between the winds of heaven, everybody dies

I'm home, with weeds infesting my garden, saying my goodbyes

I'm home, hes between the winds of heaven, everybody dies

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"Vultures" by John Mayer x Hamlet 1.5 - Emerson Morton

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"Vultures" by John Mayer x Hamlet 1.5 - Emerson Morton

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Down to the wire

you host of heaven

O earth - what else

If this is what it takes

For thy commandment

Then I'll come through like I do

When the world keeps

Testing me, testing me, testing me

I’ll wipe…all trivial records

O most pernicious woman

All of these villains hiding

Right outside my door

I hear them whisperin'

O…smiling damned villain

Now to my word

I have sworn’t

Down to the wire

you host of heaven

O earth - what else

If this is what it takes

For thy commandment

Then I'll come through like I do

When the world keeps

Testing me, testing me, testing me

Wheels up

I got to leave this evening

Can't seem to shake these villains

Off of my trail

Power made by power being taken

But bear me swiftly up

Ay, thou poor ghost

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"Before He Cheats" by Carrie Underwood X Act IV Scene IV Hamlet  Soliloquy Remix - Audrey Kim

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[Verse 1]

Right now, he’s probably slow dancin’

With a bleached-blond tramp,

And she’s probably gettin’ frisky

Right now, he's spur my dull revenge!

Examples gross as earth exhort me.

Right now, What is a man if his chief good and market

Of his time be but to sleep and feed?

A beast, no more.

[Chorus]

I dug my key into the side

Of his pretty little souped up four-wheel drive

Carved my name into his leather seats

How stand I then, that have a father killed

A mother stained, and let all sleep

Maybe next time, he'll think before he kills

[Verse 2]

Right now, whether it be bestial oblivion

or some craven scruple

Right now, sith I have cause

and will and strength and means to do’t

Right now, he's probably dabbing on

Why I do not know, yet I live to say

“This thing’s to do”

[Chorus]

Oh, that I dug my key into the side

Of his pretty little souped up four-wheel drive

Carved my name into his leather seats

Oh from this time forth,

My thought be bloody or be nothing worth

Maybe next time, he'll think before he kills

[Bridge]

While, to my shame, I see the imminent death

Of twenty thousand men

'Cause the next time that he cheats

Oh, how stand I then

When honor’s at the stake

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"Before He Cheats" by Carrie Underwood X Hamlet Act IV Scene IV Soliloquy Remix - Audrey Kim 

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"Before He Cheats" by Carrie Underwood X Hamlet Act IV Scene IV Soliloquy Remix - Audrey Kim 

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[Verse 1]

Right now, he’s probably slow dancin’

With a bleached-blond tramp,

And she’s probably gettin’ frisky

Right now, he's spur my dull revenge!

Examples gross as earth exhort me.

Right now, What is a man if his chief good and market

Of his time be but to sleep and feed?

A beast, no more.

[Chorus]

I dug my key into the side

Of his pretty little souped up four-wheel drive

Carved my name into his leather seats

How stand I then, that have a father killed

A mother stained, and let all sleep

Maybe next time, he'll think before he kills

[Verse 2]

Right now, whether it be bestial oblivion

or some craven scruple

Right now, sith I have cause

and will and strength and means to do’t

Right now, he's probably dabbing on

Why I do not know, yet I live to say

“This thing’s to do”

[Chorus]

Oh, that I dug my key into the side

Of his pretty little souped up four-wheel drive

Carved my name into his leather seats

Oh from this time forth,

My thought be bloody or be nothing worth

Maybe next time, he'll think before he kills

[Bridge]

While, to my shame, I see the imminent death

Of twenty thousand men

'Cause the next time that he cheats

Oh, how stand I then

When honor’s at the stake

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"Eleanor Rigby" - The Beatles, Soliloquy - Act 2, Scene 2 - Sam Lepeska

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"Eleanor Rigby" - The Beatles, Soliloquy - Act 2, Scene 2 - Sam Lepeska

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Eleanor Rigby - The Beatles

Act II Scene ii

O, what a rogue and slave am I!

O, what a rogue and slave am I!

Is it not monstrous? In passion he Could force his soul to his own conceit

Lives in a dream

That from her working, Tears in his eyes, distracting his face, A broken voice,

Who is it from?

All the lonely people

Where do they all come from?

All the lonely people

Where do they all belong?

Had he the motive, He would-a drown the stage with tears, And cleave on the ear

No one comes near

And can say nothing, not for a king, Upon whose property and dear life

Gives me the lie

All the lonely people

Where do they all come from?

All the lonely people

Where do they all belong?

O, what a rogue and slave am I!

O, what a rogue and slave am I!

Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name

Nobody came

Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave

No one was saved

All the lonely people

(O, what a rogue and slave am I!)

Where do they all come from?

All the lonely people

(O, what a rogue and slave am I!)

Where do they all belong?

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"Can't Tell Me Nothing" By Kanye West- Piper

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"Can't Tell Me Nothing" By Kanye West- Piper

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La, la, la-la (Yeah)

And spur my dull revenge!

[Verse 1]

I had a dream I could buy my way to Heaven

When I awoke, a beast, no more.

I told God I'd be back in a second

Man, it's so hard not to act reckless

To whom much is given, much is tested

he that made us with such large discourse,guess until he get the message

I feel the pressure, under more scrutiny

And what I do? Act more stupidly

Looking before and after, gave us not

My mama couldn't get through to me

The drama, That capability and god-like reason

Now, whether it be, talking like it's just you and me

I'm just saying how I feel, man

Of thinking too precisely on the event,

A thought which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom should've changed him

I guess I should've forgot where I came from

La, la, la-la (Ayy!)

Wait 'til I get my three parts coward right

La, la, la-la (Yeah!)

Then you can't tell me nothing, right?

Excuse me, was you saying something?

Uh-uh, you can't tell me nothing (Yeah! Haha!)

You can't tell me nothing (Yeah! Yeah!)

Uh-uh, you can't tell me nothing (Yeah!)

[Verse 2]

Let the spirit with divine ambition puff'd, let that man Make mouths at the invisible event,

Let that man get past

He don't even stop to Expose what is mortal and unsure

If he can move through the rumors

He can To all that fortune,'cause

How he move in a room full of no's?

How he stay faithful in a room full of death and danger dare?

Must be the pharaohs, he in tune with his soul

So when he buried in a tomb full of gold

Treasure, what's your pleasure?

Life is a–uh– When honour's at the stake

So if the Devil wear Prada,

Adam Eve wear nada

I'm in between, but way more fresher

With way less effort

'Cause when you try hard, that's when you die hard

Your homies looking like, "Why, God?"

When they reminisce over you, my God

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"Dust Bowl Dance" by Mumford & Sons -River Kuntz

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"Dust Bowl Dance" by Mumford & Sons -River Kuntz

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The young man stands in his own kingdom

The days were short and the father was gone

There was a ghost in the town, the bloodied king

This bloody barren land had given all it could yield

I've lost my father at the age of 16

And I have no idea where else my heart could have been

I placed all my trust in this family

And now I am sure my grief will never be freed

Excitements of my reason and  [of ] my blood,

And let [it] all sleep, while to my shame I see

How stand I then, that have a father killed

A mother stained, a beast no more

Align my heart, my body, my mind

To face what I've done and do my crime

Well, you are my scoundrel, now look in my face

Your oppression reeks of your greed and disgrace

So one man has and another has not

How can you love what it is you have got

When you took it all from your own family?

damnèd villain! you know not what is in store

There will come a time I will look in your eye

Your soul may be as damned and black as hell

Then I'll go out back, and I'll get my sword

I'll say, "You haven't met me, I am my father’s son”

How stand I then, that have a father killed

A mother stained, a beast no more

Align my heart, my body, my mind

To face what I've done and do my crime

Make mad the guilty and appall the free,

No, I can say nothing, no, you are no king

Align my heart, my body, my mind

To face what I've done and do my crime

Well yes sir, yes sir, yes it was he

I know what’s been done, 'cause I know what I've seen

He went out back and he got his sword

He said, "You haven't met me, I am my father’s son"

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"Let it Go" by Idina Menzel from Frozen mixed with Act IV Scene IV Soliloquy - Preston Reynolds

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The snow glows white on the mountain tonight

Not a footprint to be seen

A kingdom of all occasions

Do inform against me

The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside

Bestial oblivion, ever three parts coward

Don't let them in, don't let them see

What’s a man if his chief good of his time be to sleep and feed

Conceal, don't feel, why yet I live to

Say “This thing’s to do”

Let it go, let it go

Can't hold it back anymore

Let it go, let it go

I have cause and will and strength

I don't care what they're going to say

Let the storm rage on

My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!

It's funny how this army of such mass and charge

Exposes what is mortal and unsure to death for even an eggshell

It's time to see what I can do

To test the limits and break through

No right, no wrong, no rules for me

Examples gross as earth exhort me

Let it go, let it go

From this time forth my thoughts be bloody

Let it go, let it go

From this time forth my thoughts be bloody

Here I stand and here I stay

Let the storm rage on

How stand I then, That have a father’s killed

A mother stained, excitements of my reason and my blood,

And one thought crystallizes like an icy blast

I'm never going back, the past is in the past

Let it go, let it go

Can't hold it back anymore

Let it go, let it go

I have cause and will and strength

I don't care what they're going to say

Let the storm rage on

My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!

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"Bad Blood" by Taylor Swift & Act 1 Scene 5 -Gabi Walker

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"Bad Blood" by Taylor Swift & Act 1 Scene 5 -Gabi Walker

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'Cause, uncle, now we got bad blood

O villain, villain, smiling

So take a look what you've done

'Cause uncle, now we got bad blood (O!)

Now we got problems

And I don't think we can solve 'em

Remember thee, thou poor ghost

And, uncle, now we got bad blood (O!)

Hold, hold, hold my heart

Wipe away trivial fond records

So don't think it's in the past

These kind of wounds, they last and they last

Now did you think it all through?

All these things will catch up to you

O most pernicious woman

Smile, smile, and be a villain

And thy commandment all alone shall live

Now to my word

'Cause, uncle, now we got bad blood

O villain, villain, smiling

So take a look what you've done

'Cause uncle, now we got bad blood (O!)

All you host of heaven

All but bear me stiffly up

Remember thee, thou poor ghost

And, uncle, now we got bad blood (O!)

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I'm lost, I'm a ghost

Son of a dear father murdered

My hunger burns a bullet hole

To my revenge by heaven and hell

These rumors and suspicion anger is a poison

The only truth that I could see

Prompted to my revenge

Futures tricked by the past

Spectre, how he laughs

Fear puts a spell on us

A damned defeat was made

Am I a coward?

My hunger burns a bullet hole

A spectre of my mortal soul

The only truth that I can see

My weakness and my melancholy

Spectre has come for me

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"Oh No!" by Marina and The Diamonds (Act 2, Scene 2) - Amanda Ellis

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"Oh No!" by Marina and The Diamonds (Act 2, Scene 2) - Amanda Ellis

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Don't do love, don't do friends.

I'm only after revenge.

Don't need a relationship.

I’ll never soften my grip

I know exactly what I want and who I want to be.
And yet I fail to act, a slave to my cowardly plea
What’s Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba,
That he should weep for her so? My shame is palpable.

All the dreams I’m chasing now
Don’t matter when revenge I disavow
I must unpack my heart with words,
A stallion caged by doubts absurd.

I feel like I’m the worst, so I always act like I’m the best
Yet what am I but a dull, muddy rascal at rest?
Bloody, bawdy villain! Remorseless, treacherous, kindless villain!
But no, I'm still here idling, and justice I am killing.

Oh no, I think I’m catching feelings
For vengeance and my daring dealings
O, vengeance! That I, the son of a dear father murdered,
Am driven to cursed stillness, no action stirred.

Don't do love, don’t do friends,
I’m only after one thing in the end:
The play's the thing wherein I’ll catch the king!
Oh no! Will guilt or madness sting?

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"Broken Glass" by Lizzy McAlpine and Hamlet Remix, Act 3 Scene 3      - Lydia Portlock

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"Broken Glass" by Lizzy McAlpine and Hamlet Remix, Act 3 Scene 3      - Lydia Portlock

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Now might I do it pat, now you are a-praying,

And now I’ll do ’t.

Broken glass on the table

Pick it up, hold it to your throat

And so you goes to heaven,

And so am I revenged.

I don’t know why I held on this long.

A villain kills my father, and for that,

I, his sole son, do this same villain send

To heaven, but I can’t do it this time.

Why, this is hire and salary, not revenge.

You took my father grossly, drops of blood on the carpet,

With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May.

Don’t know why I held on this long.

Maybe it doesn’t matter who the blame gets assigned to next.

But in our circumstance and course of thought

’Tis heavy with him.

You know I’ve been hurt.

And am I then revenged

To take him in the broken glass again,

When he is fit and seasoned for his passage?

No. I know you’ve been hurt but you did it first to me

Up glass, because I can’t do it this time.

When you are a-swearing, and every word is a land mine—

Then I hold the glass against your throat

that your heels may kick at heaven,

And that your soul may be breaking glass.

I can see who you are now.

This physic but prolongs thy end.

We started with the end.

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"Try Tonight" by Lana Del Ray : Act 3 Scene 3 Soliloquy

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"Try Tonight" by Lana Del Ray : Act 3 Scene 3 Soliloquy

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Can't put my finger on it

But I know I want it

I'm willing to try another way

That is, if I get by another day

Back and forth, now i might do it

now he is a-praying

And so he goes to heaven

And I'll try tonight

Just try tonight

He took my father

Sifting in the night-time

With all his crimes broad blown

When he enters all of the lights go dim

He's so sure he's got a tragic lifestyle

And am I then revenged To take him in the purging

And I'll try tonight

Just try tonight

A dark room in the night-time

Is how he spends all his time

When he is drunk asleep, or in his rage

or about some act That has no relish of salvation

Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven

But I don't think I got strength to muster

And he don't got a lot - lackluster

His soul may be

as damned and black as hell

His soul may be

as damned and black as hell

where to it goes.  My mother stays.

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"Good 4 U" - Olivia Rodrigo - Act 1 Scene 2 of Hamlet

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"Good 4 U" - Olivia Rodrigo - Act 1 Scene 2 of Hamlet

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Well, good for you, I guess you moved on really easily,
Married with mine uncle, and it only took a little month!
Remember when you swore to God my father was your love? (Ha!)

And good for you - two months dead! - I guess that you’ve been working on yourself,
O God, a beast that wants discourse of reason
Would have mourned longer, but I suppose
Now you can be a queen for your brand-new lord.

Well, good for you, you look happy and healthy,
Not me - But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue!
Good for you, you're doing great out there without my poor father’s body,
God, I wish that I could do that.
I've lost my mind, I've spent the night,
Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears dried on my face,
But you’re so unaffected, I really don’t get it-
But I guess, good for you!

Well, good for you, I guess you're getting everything you want,
A golden crown and a husband at your side,
As if my father never did exist-
What devil’s speed is this?

And good for you, to incestuous sheets!
No more like my father than I to Hercules,
Remember when you wept upon his grave?
Well, screw that and screw you-
O most wicked speed to post with such dexterity!

Well, good for you, you look happy and healthy,
Not me - It is not, nor it cannot come to good!
Good for you, you’re doing great out there without my poor father’s body,
God, I wish that I could do that.
I've lost my mind, I've spent the night,
Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears dried on my face,
But you’re so unaffected, I really don’t get it-
But I guess, good for you!

Maybe I’m too emotional,
Must I remember? His love was true!
Maybe I’m too emotional,
Or maybe you never cared at all.

Well, good for you, I guess you moved on really easily.

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"Train Wreck" by James Arthur; Act 1 Scene 2 Soliloquy; Zhen-Zhu Ng

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"Train Wreck" by James Arthur; Act 1 Scene 2 Soliloquy; Zhen-Zhu Ng

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Laying in the silence

Waiting for the sullied flesh to melt

Signs, any signs I'm alive still

How ⟨weary,⟩ stale, flat, and unprofitable

Seem to me all the uses of this world!

Hey, should I pray? Should I pray? Yeah

To myself? To a God?

To  Hyperion, to a satyr

so loving to my mother

Visit her face too roughly

I must hold my tongue.

Pull me out of this unweeded garden

Unburn the ashes

Unchain the reactions now, not ready to die, not yet

Pull me out of this unweeded garden

Pull me out, pull me out, pull me out, ah

Pull me out, pull me out

Underneath the winds of heaven

My poor father’s body lies

my mother married with my uncle

My father’s brother,

'Cause a one-in-a-million chance

Is still a chance, still a chance

And I would take those odds

so loving to my mother

Visit her face too roughly

I must hold my tongue.

Pull me out of this unweeded garden

Unburn the ashes

Unchain the reactions now, not ready to die, not yet

Pull me out of this unweeded garden

Pull me out, pull me out, pull me out, ah

Pull me out, pull me out, pull me out

You can say what you like, don't say I wouldn't kill for you

I, I'm down on my knees and I need you to be my Hyperion

Be my help, be a savior who will

Fix the Everlasting

And resolve into a dew

Pull me out of this unweeded garden

Unburn the ashes

Unchain the reactions now, not ready to die, not yet

Pull me out of this unweeded garden

Pull me out, pull me out, pull me out, ah

Pull me out, pull me out, pull me out

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Bachelorette (Hamlet Version) by Bjork [Act 1 Scene 2] -Enoch Diaz

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Bachelorette (Hamlet Version) by Bjork [Act 1 Scene 2] -Enoch Diaz

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I am solid flesh melted

Less than shape of a man

She’s the bird on the brim

Hypnotized by his hand

Grieve Him, make my tears real

Wet your beak in the stream

Game we’re playing is life

Love’s a two way dream

Leave me now, return tonight

Tide will show you the way

If you forget His name

You will go astray

Like a killer whale

Trapped in a bay

There’s a path of cinders

Burning under your feet

You all, ones who walk it

Continue down this street

His life whispers in water

Secrets for you to hear

You're the ones who grow distant

Though time beckons you near

Leave me now, return tonight

Tide will show you the way

If you forget His name

You will go astray

Like a killer whale

Trapped in a bay

Here a garden’s grown weeds

One for each heart he takes

In the intruder’s hand

All the branches he breaks

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"Heartless" Kanye West x Act I, Scene II, Hamlet -Francesca LeBleu

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"Heartless" Kanye West x Act I, Scene II, Hamlet -Francesca LeBleu

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In the night I hear 'em talk

The coldest story ever told

Somewhere far along this road

He lost his soul to a woman so heartless

She married: — O, most wicked speed, to post

How could you be so heartless?

With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!

Oh, how could you be so heartless?

How could you be so, cold as the winter wind when it breeze, yo

O that this too solid flesh would melt,

Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew!

I mean after all the things that we've been through

How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable

Fie on't! O fie! 'tis an unweeded garden,

That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature

And now you wanna get me back and you gon' show me

That he might not beteem the winds of heaven

Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth!

But in the end it's still so lonely

In the night I hear 'em talk

The coldest story ever told

Somewhere far along this road

He lost his soul to a woman so heartless

She married: — O, most wicked speed, to post

How could you be so heartless?

With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!

Oh, how could you be so heartless?

How could be so Dr. Evil?

You bringin' out a side of me that I don't know

So excellent a king; that was, to this,

Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother,

She's hot and cold

But two months dead!

married with mine uncle,

'Cause I already know how this thing go

A little month; or ere those shoes were old

My father's brother; but no more like my father

Than I to Hercules

You wait a couple months then you gon' see (hey)

You’ll never find So excellent a king

In the night I hear 'em talk

The coldest story ever told

Somewhere far along this road

He lost his soul to a woman so heartless

She married: — O, most wicked speed, to post

How could you be so heartless?

With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!

Oh, how could you be so heartless?

But break my heart, — for I must hold my tongue!

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And I don't think about it 'til rogue and peasant slave am I

When you're not around, Tears in his eyes, distraction in his aspect, A broken voice

I don't think about it 'til, Am I a coward?

Mm-mm

What's it gonna take to make you pigeon-livered and lack gall?

(What's it gonna take to make you pigeon-livered and lack gall?)

Mm, do you think I'll even make you a bloody, bawdy villain?

(Do you think I'll even make you a bloody, bawdy villain?)

Oh, honey, if you only knew the way I pray for you

There's nothing I can do

If you only knew I have grounds more relative than this

I just want more of you

What's it gonna take to make you pigeon-livered and lack gall?

(What's it gonna take to make you pigeon-livered and lack gall?)

Who you gonna call when you guilty creatures are sitting at a play?

(Who you gonna call when you guilty creatures are sitting at a play?)

Asya Ozturgut

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Whatever you do, don't ever tell no man you’ll avenge him,

If you don't mean it, don't tell him (check)

Father, I keep (keep failing to kill)

Father, I keep (keep failing to kill)

Fa-fa, fa, I keep (keep failing to kill)

revenge is too hard (c'mon)

Ooh, I got a problem I don't know if I can shake

Oh, I have a father killed, and a mother stained

yet I live all in myself saying

that there's thing’s to do, (to do, ah-hoo)

Father, I keep (keep failing to kill)

Father I (keep failing to kill)

Fa-fa, fa, I keep (keep failing to kill)

revenge is too hard

I watch the armies cross the river while I sit here adrift,

Fortinbras moves with purpose, never questioning it.

He fights for nothing, yet he marches with pride,

While I waste time with thoughts that only live in my mind.

See, hesitation—that was never meant for kings,

One fate, one duty—why do I resist these things?

Too many doubts, I keep hiding in these tiring schemes,

Feeling shame build inside of me,

Cause honestly, H is not perfect,

So why do I wait when I know that it's worth it?

I'm at the altar but I'm still hesitant

I'm only human if it ain't work

Things change and nothing stay the same, I believe

that maybe letting go is a beautiful thing

Perfect for the time being y'all ain't do nothing wrong

Life is short but revenge is so goddang long

I sit with lost time,

Trapped in my own mind.

I swore to vengeance,

But now I fall behind.

I think of bold moves,

I think of my dues,

Until I lose myself inside another excuse.

But when my last breath’s said and done,

At least I’ll know I fought, even if I die young.

No more wasted thinking, now I rise and I run.

So I'll be lonely with these corpses when it's all said and done, c'mon

Father, I keep (keep failing to kill)

Father, I keep (keep failing to kill) (keep failing to kill)

Fa-fa, fa, I keep (keep failing to kill)

Forever is too long (yeah, keep failing to kill)

Yeah,

Keep failing (keep failing)

Keep failing (father, I)

Keep failing (keep failing)

Keep failing (I keep wimping out)

Keep failing (come and catch me, please) (oh)

everybody's different, you know

and it's not just revenge

i get different things from different people

and i want you to avenge too (uh)

Have this moment and experience (uh)

I just owe you (da-da-da-da-da)

It's not fair to just be stuck with me

Father (Father, Father), keep failing to kill (ooh)

Father (Father, I keep), keep failing to kill

(Fa-fa-fa-fa), I'm failing, I'm failing (oh-oh-oh)

Forever, fa-fa-fa (oh, father)

Keep failing (keep failing)

Keep failing (father, I)

Keep failing (keep failing)

Keep failing (I)

Keep failing (keep failing now), keep failing

come and help me please (forever)

Keep failing (is too long), keep failing (forever)

Keep failing (is too long), keep failing (forever)

Keep failing (is too long), keep failing

Transparency is key, be honest

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"When will my Revenge Begin" - Katherine Green

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7 am the usual morning line up

Plan my revenge and force his soul so to his own conceit

Polish and wax do laundry and mop and shine up

Grieve again and by then it’s like 7:15

And so I insult myself one time

Or maybe two or three

I’ll add a few mean adjectives to my vocabulary

He’ll drown the stage with tears

While I wallow in self-pity

And just wonder when will my revenge begin?

Then after lunch it’s puzzles and darts and baking

A damn’d defeat, a tweaked nose, and more stress,

Prompt my revenge plan making,

Then I’ll stretch, maybe sketch, take a climb,

Call Claudius traitorous!

And I’ll recontemplate

All the ghost has said so far

I’ll pace around some more

I’m sure there’s room somewhere

And then I’ll curse and curse

And curse and curse that bloody villain with bad hair

Stuck in the same place I’ve always been

And I’ll keep wondering and wondering

And wondering and wondering

When will my revenge begin?

Tomorrow night

The play will be here

it shall make his guilt perfectly clear

What it is like?

The play's the thing

Now that I’m bolder

I might just

Catch the conscience of the king

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Whatever you do, don't ever tell no girl you love her

If you can’t marry, don't tell her (check)

Father, I keep (keep lying idle)

Father, I keep (keep lying idle)

Fa-fa, fa, I keep (keep lying idle)

Killing him is too hard (c'mon)

Ooh, I got a revenge I don't know if I can take

Oh, they wanna have me kill a king for my dads sake

I can't bear to swing the sword

Just how long till I am king? (It's too long, ah-hoo)

Father, I keep (keep lying idle)

Father, I keep (keep lying idle)

Fa-Fa, Fa, I keep (keep lying idle)

Vengeance is too hard (yuh, let that fire, check it, yo)

I'll slice his neck with my sword when I know he's guilty

Fortinbras acts so why must I act silly

Feel safe saying words, cause I won't commit

All my plans fall apart when I see it's time for action

See regicide, that crime is not for me

Only option for the ghost? don't you lie to me

Too many rules I'm too curious to try to be hiding things

Feeling shame build inside of me

Cause honestly, H is not perfect

So how can I get revenge for one person?

I'm at the altar but I'm still searching

I'm only human if it ain't work

Things change and nothing stay the same, I believe

that maybe acting idle is a beautiful thing

Perfect for the time being I ain't really that strong

Life is short but regicide is wretched and wrong

I like alone time

I'm on my own time

I love this girl though

I hit the gold mine

I'm thinking new crib

I'm thinking two kids

Until I went and stabbed her father behind a curtain

But when that vengeance really does come

At least I got revenge if I ain't find the one

Nobody could fulfill me like this idleness does

So I'll be lonely with these poisons when it's all said and done, c'mon

Father, I keep (keep lying idle)

Father, I keep (keep lying idle)

Fa-Fa, Fa, I keep (keep lying idle)

Vengeance is too hard (yeah, keep lying idle)

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"From The Start" by Laufey (Act I, Scene II)

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"From The Start" by Laufey (Act I, Scene II)

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Don't you notice how

I get quiet when there's no one else around?

Me and you and awkward silence

Don't you dare look at me that way

I don't need reminders of how you forgot my dad

Oh, the burning pain

Listening to you harp on 'bout that uncle of mine

"He’s so charming, " blah, blah, blah

Oh, how that it should come to this!

Two months dead, Nay not so much, at least just let me say

So excellent a king, oh, so loving to you

That even a beast had longer mourn’d

And I act like a loon, but you should know this too

Confess your deceit from the start

Must I remember?

Lying on my bed, staring into the blue

Unrighteous, terrifying

Hate is driving me a bit insane

Have to get this off my chest

I'm killing him today

These incestuous sheets, that, uncle walks right through

And you go pursue without thought

And I act like a loon, but don't you see it too?

Confess your deceit from the start

Confess, your Frailty,

Thy name is woman!

I know your deceit from the start

Deepshikha Pattadar

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"Summertime Sadness" by Lana Del Rey - Gina Lee (Act 1 Scene 2)

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"Summertime Sadness" by Lana Del Rey - Gina Lee (Act 1 Scene 2)

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I got my red suit on tonight,

Dancing in the dark in the pale moonlight,

Oh God, oh God! How weary and stale,

Flat and unprofitable seems this world so frail.

Oh my God, I feel it in the air

But break, my heart; for I must hold my tongue.

Like Niobe, all tears:—why she, even she

Nothin' scares me anymore (one, two, three, four)

Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears

Had left the flushing in her galled eyes,

I just wanted you to know

That my father wishes you the best

I got that summertime sadness,

But it’s not madness—just deep distress.

O, had not God set his decree,

Self-slaughter might have set me free…

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"Before He Cheats" by Carrie Underwood & Act II Scene II soliloquy - Olivia Fisher

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"Before He Cheats" by Carrie Underwood & Act II Scene II soliloquy - Olivia Fisher

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Right now, he's probably slow dancing

With my bleached-blonde mother

And she's probably getting frisky

Right now, he's probably pouring her some fruity little drink

'Cause she can't shoot a whiskey

Right now, he's probably up behind her with a sword

Showing her how to match

And he don't know

I’ll have these players

Play something like the murder of my father

Before mine uncle. I’ll observe his looks;

I’ll tent him to the quick. If he do blench,

I know my course.

Maybe next time, he'll think before he murders

Right now, Am I a coward?

I am pigeon-livered and lack gall

Right now, what a rogue and peasant slave am I!

And Claudius is thinking that he's gonna get lucky

Right now, I, Like John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause,

Can say nothing—

Oh, and he don't know

I’ll have these players

Play something like the murder of my father

Before mine uncle. I’ll observe his looks;

I’ll tent him to the quick. If he do blench,

I know my course.

Maybe next time, he'll think before he murders

That I, the son of a dear father murdered,

Must … unpack my heart with words And fall a-cursing!

About, my brains!

'Cause the next time that he kills

Oh, you know it won't be me

No, not me

I’ll have these players

Play something like the murder of my father

Before mine uncle. I’ll observe his looks;

I’ll tent him to the quick. If he do blench,

I know my course.

Maybe next time, he'll think before he murders

Oh, maybe next time, he'll think before he murders

Oh, before he murders

Oh

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(Verse 1)

I'm still a prince, even though I was haunted,

Hate to see my father dead, spirit undaunted,

Hate to see him laughing, getting all that he wanted

(Pre-Chorus)

I'm so unsure, I'm so unsure,

I’m so unsure I start to overthink but then my dad’s telling me

I have my cause, my strength, my means,

If I can’t do this, no one wins.

(Chorus)

I might

I might kill the king, not the best idea,

My dad’s forcing me, the time is near,

I might kill the king, I still love my mom,

Rather be avenged than feel numb.

(Verse 2)

I get the sense that it's a lost cause

How all occasions spur me yet this feels wrong,

I see the young Fortinbras, I see young Fortinbras

For honor’s sake, what is a man without a crime of passion, but damn

You was out of reach

You was in your private alter, mumbling your speech

Now I'm lost in reason, plannin' bloody treason

It’s a trick of fame now, got me singin' over a beat

(Pre-Chorus)

I'm so unsure, I'm so unsure,

I’m so unsure I start to overthink but then my dad’s telling me

That fortune, death, and danger dare

Are nothing if I come prepared

(Chorus)

I might (I)

I might kill the king, not the best idea,

Twenty thousand slain if wars appear

I might kill the king, I still seek my fate,

Rather lose my honor than wait.

[Bridge]

I did it all for love (Love)

I did it all as your son (Son)

I did it all and now on

My thoughts be bloody or none, oh

I did it all for love (Love)

I did all of this as your son (Son)

I did it all and now on

Don't you know my thoughts be bloody or none?

[Chorus]

Oh, I just killed the king (The king, oops), not the best idea (Idea)

Claudius is dead, my fate is clear (He left me no choice)

I just killed the king (The king), vengeance struck my soul (It did)

Now I pay the price, lost control

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"Bet on It" by Troy Bolton. Hamlet Act 2 Scene 2

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Everybody's always talkin' at me

Everybody's tryin' to get in my head

But in a fiction, in a dream of passion,

Could force his soul so to his own conceit

(Did you ever)

Make mad the guilty and appall the free

(Did you ever)

Confound the ignorant and amaze indeed

The very faculties of eyes and ears.

Did you ever let go?

Did you ever not know?

a rogue and peasant slave, that's who I am

I’ll catch the conscience of the King, that is my plan

When I find what I lost

You know you can

Bet on it, bet on it

Bet on it, bet on it (bet on me)

For murder, though it have no tongue,

will speak With most miraculous organ

Am I the type of guy who means what I say?

Bet on it, bet on it

Bet on it, bet on it

Am I a coward? Who calls me villain

Should I question every move I make?

With all I've lost, my heart is breakin'

I don't wanna make the same mistake

(That I)

the son of a dear father murdered,

(I will never)

breaks my pate across

Plucks off my beard and blows it in my face,

I don't wanna win this game if I can't play it my way

a rogue and peasant slave, that's who I am (who I am)

I’ll catch the conscience of the King, that is my plan (that's my plan)

When I find what I lost

You know you can (you know you can)

Bet on it, bet on it

Bet on it, bet on it (bet on me)

For murder, though it have no tongue,

will speak With most miraculous organ

Am I the type of guy who means what I say?

Bet on it, bet on it

Bet on it, bet on it

Oh, hold up

Give me room to think, bring it on down

Who does me this,

Ha? ’Swounds , I should take it.

Oh, hold up

It's no good at all to see yourself

And not recognize your face

Why, what an ass am I: this is most brave, ooh

The answers are all I know my course.

All I gotta do is believe

I'm not gonna stop

Not gonna stop 'til I’ll tent him to the quick

That's who I am, that is my plan

Will I end up on top?

You can bet on it, bet on it

Bet on it, bet on it

You can bet on it, bet on it

Bet on it, bet on it (bet on me)

For murder, though it have no tongue,

will speak With most miraculous organ

Am I the type of guy who means what I say?

Bet on it, bet on it

Bet on it, bet on it (you can bet on me)

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Hamlet Soliloquy 7 (Act IV, scene iv) / Boulevard of Broken Dreams

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"Boulevard of Broken Dreams" by Green Day - Tyler Huff

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"Boulevard of Broken Dreams" by Green Day - Tyler Huff

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I walk a lonely road

The only one that I have ever known

Don't know where it goes

But it's home to me, and I walk alone

O, from this time forth

My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth

And spur my dull revenge

How stand I, a mother stained

a father killed, a mother stained

a father killed, a mother-

How all occasions do inform against me

My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating

Sometimes, I wish someone out there will find me

How stand I, a father killed

Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah

Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah

I'm walking down the line

That divides me somewhere in my mind

On the borderline

Of the edge, and where I walk alone

Witness this army

Led by a delicate and tender prince.

When honour's at the stake

How stand I, a mother stained

a father killed, a mother stained

a father killed, a mother-

How all occasions do inform against me

My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating

Sometimes, I wish someone out there will find me

How stand I, a father killed

Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah

Ah-ah, ah-ah, I walk alone, I walk a-

O, from this time forth

My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth

And spur my dull revenge

How stand I, a mother-

How all occasions do inform against me

My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating

Sometimes, I wish someone out there will find me

How stand I, a father killed

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hamlet as the sour album cover created by AI

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traitor- olivia rodrigo, act 4 scene 4 hamlet soliloquy REMIXED! - by kaci sheeran

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Brown guilty eyes and little white lies
Yeah, I played it cool, but my soul still cries
For what is man if all he holds
Be sleep and feed, like senseless molds?
O, from this time, my thoughts be bloody,
Or else be nothing worth.
You talked to her when we were together,
And I knew better, but still, it hurts.
You betrayed me, though I know not why,
Two months slipped past, yet thou didst lie.
It took you weeks to fall so fast,
But honor lingers, bound in dust.
Now I see clearly, now it makes sense,
While I stood idle, lost in suspense.
How stand I then, whose cause is just?
Yet I delay—my fate is dust.
To all occasions do inform,
That bloody thoughts should now take form.
I know thou didst betray me fast,
And coward's choice shall be my last.

A beast am I, if I still wait,
While duty doth my soul berate.
You swore to me, yet broke thy vow,
And I, the fool, see clearer now.
You betrayed me, though I know not why,
Two months slipped past, yet thou didst lie.
It took you weeks to fall so fast,
But honor lingers, bound in dust.
Ah, but it don’t matter—thou art false still,
Thou canst not love, yet bend thy will.
To all occasions do inform,
That bloody thoughts should now take form.
I know thou didst betray me fast,
And coward’s choice shall be my last.
O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I,
To love thee still—so deep, so wry.
You betrayed me, though I know not why,
Two months slipped past, yet thou didst lie.
I hope you know this guilt runs deep,
For in thy dreams, my ghost shall weep.

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Remix of "What is this Feeling" from Wicked- Kara Majors

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Remix of "What is this Feeling" from Wicked- Kara Majors

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What is this feeling?

So sudden and new?

This too too solid flesh would melt,

Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!

What is this feeling?

Fervid as a flame

The Everlasting had not fix'd

His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! Shame!

Loathing, unadulterated loathing,

Weary, stale and flat

The uses of this world

I loathe them all

Every little thing, however small,

Makes my very flesh begin to crawl

Hyperion to a satyr, this king

My simple utter loathing

That he might not beteem the winds of heaven

Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth!

Must I remember?

The loathing

There's a strange exhilaration

In such total detestation.

And I will be loathing, loathing you my whole life long!

It is not nor it cannot come to good:

But break, my heart; for I must hold my tongue along.

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[Verse 1]

Now might I do it pat, now he is kneeling
But if I strike, his soul goes healing
A villain kills my father—what’s the cost?
If I send him to heaven, have I truly lost?

What’s a prince to a king? What’s a king to a sinner?
What’s revenge to a man who ain’t sure he’s the winner?
Who don’t believe in mercy?
I can’t let him die pure—no church in the wild.

[Chorus]
I live by rage, desire
I stand by grief, walk through the fire
Justice is my scripture
But should I wait for my conviction?

[Bridge]
Is pious pious ‘cause God loves pious?
Socrates asked, "Whose bias do y’all seek?"
I see a man bent in silent confession
But can I grant him such a holy ascension?

[Verse 2]
No, up sword! I’ll wait for a darker hour
When he is drunk or in his lustful tower
At gaming, swearing, or lost in sin
So his soul is as damn’d as where he’s been.

Then trip him, so his heels kick the sky
And let him fall with no chance to rise
For my father’s blood, I’ll make him pay
But not with peace—not today.

[Outro]
What’s a king to a sinner?
What’s revenge to a lost believer?
Who don’t believe in mercy?
No church in the wild.

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Kate Pugh- How Do I Know (He Killed Him)

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Kate Pugh- How Do I Know (He Killed Him)

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Hamlet:  How do I know he killed him?

How do I know he did it?

Actors:… How do you know that he killed him?

How do you show that he did it?

How do you know that he’s really, really, truly guilty?

How do you know that he killed him?

How do you show that he did it?

Hamlet: How do I know that he’s really, really, truly guilty?

… It's not enough to trust the ghost of your dead father

You must test him, or I may be damned to hell

…  How do I know he killed him?

(How does he know that he killed him?)

(How do you show that he’s guilty?)

How do I know he's vile? (How does he know that he’s really, truly, guilty?)

… Well, does he take over your throne despite

You being heir?

Or marry your mother a week after the funeral?

Hey

… He'll find a new way to insult you

A little bit everyday

That's how you know

That's how you know

He's a  remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain

… You got to show them he’s guilty, but

Don't treat this like it is urgent

Each day do something to lead him on

To believe your crazy

… Everybody wants to live happily ever after

But not everybody wants their uncle doing their mom, so

…How do I know he killed him?

(How does he know that he killed him?)

(How do you show that he’s guilty?)

How do you know he's vile? (How does she know that he’s really, really truly guilty?)

… Well, does he already want to send you back to England

Just so he can hold your mother close?

Avoid mention of your father’s death at all costs?

Ooh

… He'll find his own way to tell you

With the little things he'll do

That's how you know

That's how you know he's your guy

He's your killer

He's your father’s murderer

… That's how you know he killed him

That's how you know it's true

… Because he'll squirm himself senseless

During a play’s murder scene

Demand it be ended early

By the crown’s good name

Oh

… His fate will be yours forever

Someday everything will show

… That's how you know

That's how you know

That's how you know

That's how you know

That's how you know

That's how you know he's your killer

… That's how you’ll know that he killed him

That's how you show them he’s guilty (that's how you know)

You've got to show them his true face

Just don’t take advantage of anything put in place (that's how you know)

How do you know he killed him?

That's how you know he did it

It's not enough just to take simple revenge (let’s stage a play!)

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There’s a ghost in the sun

I’m in control, I’m not the evil one

A specter shrouded in light

These demons don’t come out at night

As the earth exhorts me

I can’t take him in the purging of his soul

But this thing’s still to do

I swear to God, I’m not the evil one

The soul’s gone from in his eyes

Through black and empty night

Time has changed everything we were

The righteous don't shoot the messenger (Don't shoot the messеnger)

You’ve had enough tonight

Dear uncle, you’ll soon die

Just one more choice you have to make

You or me, bloody or nothing worth

It’s the witching of night

When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out

I could drink the hot blood

The bitter day would quake to look upon

Oh, contagion of world

Let me be cruel, but not unnatural

But this thing’s still to do

I swear to God, I’m not the evil one

The soul’s gone from in her eyes

Through black and empty night

Time has changed everything we were

The righteous don't shoot the messenger

You’ve had enough tonight

Dear uncle, you’ll soon die

Just one more choice you have to make

You or me, bloody or nothing worth

For all the black in starry night

For every ray of warm sunlight

The heartache and the thousand shocks

Dear uncle, sleep

You’ll end tonight

Remember thee! Ay, thou poor ghost!

Thy memory’s in this distracted globe

Not just a beast, let me be cruel

Remember me, adieu adieu

The soul’s gone from in her eyes

Now black and empty

Time has changed everything we were

The righteous don’t shoot the messenger

(Don’t shoot the messenger)

You’ve had enough tonight

Dear uncle, you’ll soon die

Just one more choice you have to make

You or me, Bloody or nothing worth

Bloody or nothing worth

Bloody or nothing worth

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"Nothing Compares 2 U" by Prince & Hamlet's To be or not to be soliloquy (Act 3 Scene 1)

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"Nothing Compares 2 U" by Prince & Hamlet's To be or not to be soliloquy (Act 3 Scene 1)

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To be, or not to be?

That is the question

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer

Since you took my father away

I feel the slings of arrows, and outrageous fortune,

I can feel the sea of troubles

I could eat my dinner in any fancy restaurant

But nothing

I said, nothing can take away these blues

'Cause nothing compares

No, nothing compares to you

Nothing, nothing

It's been so lonely without you here

I'm like a bird without a song

Who would bear, the whips and scorns of time

Tell me, ghost, where did I go wrong?

I could put my arms around Ophelia every night

Be all my sins remembered

I went to the ghost again, guess what he told me?

Guess what he told me?

He said, "Boy, you better kill Claudius, if it's the last thing you do"

He's not a fool

'Cause nothing compares

No, nothing compares to you

Nothing, nothing

All the flowers that you gave my mama

In the backyard

All died when Claudius came

Who would fardels bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary life

But I'm willing to give it another try

'Cause nothing compares

No, nothing compares to you

I said nothing compares

Nothing compares to you

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Song: How to disappear by Lana Del Rey Soliloquy: To be or not to be (Act 3 Scene 1) by Jessica Ravichandran

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Song: How to disappear by Lana Del Rey Soliloquy: To be or not to be (Act 3 Scene 1) by Jessica Ravichandran

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Claudius met mother far to soon

She cried on his shoulder 'cause father’s gone

The waves came in over my head

What shalst I pursue, I’m spinning

Thoughts of avenging is stirring

My head starts to fill I’m distressed, but maybe

I should end this useless thought

And pretend that I’m okay

Maybe I can disappear

Maybe I can disappear

Father’s ghost came down wanting revenge

Tears down his face ‘cause he lost his edge

Am I in over my head

But I’m not that man, murder’s not my plan

Thoughts circulate around in my head again

I think about the army as they fight

For the man who committed murder

Forgetting their real ruler

Maybe I can disappear

Maybe I can disappear

Now it’s been weeks since my father’s left

I’ve been back and forth in my mind

The honor and morality of it all

Hope turns to dust as I tire of my mind as the

Voices in my ear

As my morals start to steer

Tonight his end is drawing near

I’m not going anywhere

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"King and Lionheart" by Of Monsters and Men remix - Andrew Lerch

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"King and Lionheart" by Of Monsters and Men remix - Andrew Lerch

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All you host of heaven! and earth! What else?

Please hold, my heart, I know you taught me well..

Ay, thou poor ghost, your memory, it holds a seat.

And in the winter night sky, I can see him

Looking down on this distracted globe.

Remember thee! Remember thee! Remember thee

Yea, from the table of my memory

Howling ghosts, they reappear

Eternal blazon,  wrought with fear

But you're a king and I'm a lionheart

A lionheart

His crown lit up the way as he moved slowly

Past the wondering eyes of the ones that he left behind

Now to my word, He says to me, Now to my word

It is “Adieu. Remember me.” I have sworn

Howling ghosts, they reappear

Eternal blazon, wrought with fear

But you're a king and I'm a lionheart

And in the castle painted black

Creatures lurk below the deck

But you’re a king and I’m a lionheart

And as the world comes to an end

I will be the one who rends

‘Cause you’re a king and I’m a lionheart.

Lionheart x 4

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Back to you, back to you, back to you

Back to you, back to you, back to you

I go back to you, back to you, back to you every time

All occasions inform against me

Examples gross as Earth exhort me

They keep telling me to let go

But I don't really let go when I say so (yuh, yuh)

Now, whether it be bestial

Oblivion, or craven scruple

It's like something out of Shakespeare

Of thinking to precisely on the event

I've tried to fight our energy

But every time I think I'm free (yeah, ooh)

I don’t know why yet I live to say

“This thing’s to do,” have cause, will, and strength

Why, oh, why does God keep bringing me back to you?

I get drunk, pretend that I'm over it

Self-destruct, show up like an idiot

Why, oh, why does God keep bringing me back to you?

I go back to you, back to you, back to you

Back to you, back to you, back to you

I go back to you, back to you, back to you every time

That father killed, a mother stained

Excitements of my reason and blood

They keep calling me a head-case

My thoughts be bloody or nothing worth

I've tried to fight our energy

But every time I think I'm free (yeah)

Examples gross as earth exhort me

I get weak and fall like a teenager

Why, oh, why does God keep bringing me back to you? (Back to you, baby)

I get drunk, pretend that I'm over it

Self-destruct, show up like an idiot

Why, oh, why does God keep bringing me back to you?

I go back to you, back to you, back to you (I go back to you)

Back to you, back to you, back to you (back to you)

I go back to you, back to you, back to you every time

I go back to you, back to you, back to you (you)

Back to you, back to you, back to you

I go back to you, back to you, back to you every time

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"What is this Feeling" from Wicked- Kara Majors

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"What is this Feeling" from Wicked- Kara Majors

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What is this feeling?

So sudden and new?

This too too solid flesh would melt,

Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!

What is this feeling?

Fervid as a flame

The Everlasting had not fix'd

His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! Shame!

Loathing, unadulterated loathing,

Weary, stale and flat

The uses of this world

I loathe it all

Every little thing, however small,

Makes my very flesh begin to crawl

Hyperion to a satyr, this king

My simple utter loathing

That he might not beteem the winds of heaven

Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth!

Must I remember?

Loathing, loathing,

There's a strange exhilaration

In such total detestation.

And I will be loathing, loathing you my whole life long!

It is not nor it cannot come to good:

But break, my heart; for I must hold my tongue along.

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Song: Cry For Me by Magdalena Bay [Soliloquy: Act I Scene V]

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Song: Cry For Me by Magdalena Bay [Soliloquy: Act I Scene V]

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Thinking of you from a road that has no bends

Bound to get lost, but once more remove, good friends

I'll take all your thanks and all your sympathies

Remember thee?

Remember thee?

Plenty of time here to nurture his consequence

Dad you don't hear back, 'cause Claud' had other plans

"I leave all my dregs to all my progeny"

Remember thee?

Remember thee?

Fate, lead me astray

Take me whole and wash me away

All along, there was a story

Spare me all the pressures past, [oh] please

Oh, please

Share a little kiss, and that's forever

"Think of love when you remember me"

I'm [floating] right over here

All along, there was a story

Spare me all the pressures past, [oh] please

Oh yeah, I'm down on my knees

Oh, oh

Share a little kiss, and that's forever

"Think of love when you remember me"

I'm [floating] right over here

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Share a little kiss, and that's forever

Think of [their] love when you remember thee

Oh, I'm standing right over here (I'm right over here, baby)

Oh, oh, oh

Share a little kiss, and that's forever (share a little kiss)

Think of love when you remember me

Oh, I'm standing all for you, for you, for you, and you, and you

Share a little kiss (share a little kiss), and that's forever (think of)

Think of [their] love when you remember thee (I'm standing right over here)

Oh, I['ll do] it all for you (I did it all for you)

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"Ophelia" by The Lumineers: Act III, Scene 1- Grace Roeber

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"Ophelia" by The Lumineers: Act III, Scene 1- Grace Roeber

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I, I, when I was younger

I, I, loved my father

And I can't feel no remorse

And you just keep hurting more

I, I, got a new revenge plan

She feels like he's out of love

And I don't feel no remorse

And you can't see past my madness

Oh, Ophelia

I’ve been out my mind since the death

Oh, Ophelia

Heaven help a fool whos filled with pain

I, I, got a little distant

You hoped in death your dreams would come

And I don't feel nothing at all

And you can't feel nothing small

Honey, I love you, that's all she wrote

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"While my guitar gently weeps" by The Beatles - Valmor De Almeida (Act II, Scene ii)

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"While my guitar gently weeps" by The Beatles - Valmor De Almeida (Act II, Scene ii)

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I look at you all, see the love there that's sleeping

But my revenge gently sleeps.

What a rogue and peasant slave am I to see
That my revenge gently sleeps.

I don't know why nobody told you

How to unfold your love

I don't know how someone controlled you

They bought and sold you

I look at the world and I notice it's turning

But my revenge gently sleeps.

Oh, what’s wrong with me? Why can’t I act?

But my revenge gently sleeps.

I don't know how you were diverted

You were perverted, too

I am pigeon-livered, with gall none too great,
And let the villain Claudius mock my fate.

Am I a coward for this burning, yearning?
Still, my revenge gently sleeps.

I cry while the kingdom slowly weeps,
No more shall my revenge gently sleep.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh, ooh

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"Hurt" by Johnny Cash: "To be or not to be" Soliloquy - Isabella Gaylord 

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"Hurt" by Johnny Cash: "To be or not to be" Soliloquy - Isabella Gaylord 

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To be or not to be, that is the question

I focus on the “slings and arrows”

The only thing that’s real

To take arms tears a sea of troubles

The old heart-ache and natural shocks

Try to die, to sleep, to dream

But I remember everything

What coward have I become

My sweetest friend

Everyone I know goes away in the end

And you could have it all

My mortal coil

I will let you down

I will lose the name of action

I wear this crown of spurns

Upon my coward’s chair

Full of dispriz'd love

That I cannot repair

Beneath the whips and scorns of time

The hue of resolution disappears

You are someone else

I am still right here

What coward have I become

My sweetest friend

Everyone I know goes away in the end

And you could have it all

My mortal coil

I will let you down

I will lose the name of action