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This an analytic essay I had to do a few semesters back on a quote from Shakespeare's "Hamlet". English 1B

Claudius- "O, my offense is rank, it smells to heaven..." (3.3.36-72)

O, my offense is rank, it smells to heaven;

It hath the primal eldest curse upon't,

A brother's murder. Pray can I not,

Though inclination be as sharp as my will.

My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent,

And like a man to double business bound

I stand in pause where I shall first begin,

And both neglect. What if this cursed hand

Were thicker than itself with brother's blood,

Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens

To wash it white as snow? Whereto serves mercy

But to confront the visage of offense?

And what's in prayer but this twofold force,

To be forestalled ere we come to fall,

 Or pardoned being down? Then I'll look up.

My fault is past. But, O, what form of prayer

Can serve my turn? 'Forgive me my foul murder'?

That cannot be, since I am still possessed

Of those effects for which I did the murder,

My crown, mine own ambition, and my queen.

May one be pardoned and retain th' offense?

In the corrupted currents of this world

Offense's gilded hand may shove by justice,

And oft' tis seen the wicked prize itself

Buys out the law. But 'tis not so above.

There is no shuffling; there the action lies

In his true nature, and we ourselves compelled,

Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults,

To give in evidence. What then? What rests?

Try what repentance can. What can it not?

Yet what can it when one cannot repent?

 O wretched state! O bosom black as death!

O limed soul, that struggling to be free

Art more engaged! Help, angels! Make assay.

Bow, stubborn knees, and, heart with strings of steel,

Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe.

All may be well.

The End

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