...me. I have a wonderful power! All you host of heaven! O earth! What else? And shall I couple hell? Hold, my heart; And you, my sinews. Grow not instant...while memory holds a seat In this distracted globe — while memory holds — No, no, no, no, no. It's not working. It's not working. It's no good, no...

...And makes each petty artire [artery] in this body / As hardy as the Nemean lion's serve" (1.4.81-83); "Hold, hold, my heart, / And you, my sinews, grow not instant old, / But bear me stiffly up" (1.5.9395). 37 There is here, as elsewhere in the play, a forced rigidifying of his own body, a countermovement...

...date, or fact, what the brain needs is a cue, a clue. — Robert L. Montgomery, Memory Made Easy, 1979 Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records. — Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act I, Scene 5 Chapter 2, "A Beginner's Guide to Open VMS File Management,"...

...slander any moment leisure As to give words to talk with the Lord Hamlet.' POLONIUS (Act 1 scene 3) 4 ' Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records' HAMLET (Act 1 scene 5) 5 'He took me by the wrist, and held me hard; Then he goes to the length of...

...longer to acquire the angry toughness of the Nemean lion, but to ensure that his legs do not give way: And you, my sinews, grow not instant old, But bear me stiffly up. (I.5.94-95) He must neither let himself go like Priam, whose strength is drained away, so that Th'unnerved...

...all you host of heaven! O earth! What else? And shall I couple hell? O fie! Hold, hold, my heart, 93 And you, my sinews, grow not instant old, But bear...holds a seat In this distracted globe. Remember thee? 97 Yea, from the table of my memory 98 I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, 99 All saws of books,...

...adieu. Remember me. Gdfc O all you host of heaven! O earth! What else? And shall I couple hell? O fie! Hold, hold, my heart, And you my sinews, grow not...me stiffly up. Remember thee? Ay thou poor ghost, whiles memory holds a seat In this distracted globe. Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory...

...working upon his sensible body already. 'Hold, hold, my heart,' cries the prince, feeling it crack. 'And you my sinews, grow not instant old, / But bear me stiffly up.' Spectator, that is, to the spectre whose re-citation makes his body 'instant old', Hamlet turns into...

...instant Old; But beare me stiffely vp: Remember thee? I, thou poore Ghost, while memory holds a seate In this distracted Globe: Remember thee? Yea, from the Table of my Memory, He wipe away all triuiall fond Records, All sawes of Bookes, all formes, all presures past, That youth...

...in John Ford's Tis Pity She's a Whore. If Hamlet's immediate response to the ghost's narrative is: "Hold, hold, my heart, / And you, my sinews, grow not instant old, / But bear me stiffly up" (Lv.93-5), the question is not only of the heart's stability, but of what the heart might hold, can...