Drawing Free 5

Ballare con il Destino

Hamlet – the End

A stick version of Hamlets death in the end of the play Hamlet, Prince of Denmark by William Shakespeare.

Hamlet: O! I die, Horatio ;
The potent poison quite o’er-crows my spirit :
I cannot live to hear the news from England ;
But I do prophesy the election lights
On Fortinbras : he has my dying voice ;
So tell him, with the occurrents, more and less,
Which have solicited. – The rest is silence.

Horatio: How cracks a noble heart.
– Good night, sweet prince ;
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest !

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Alas Poor Yorick

A stick version comic of the scene in Hamlet – Prince of Denmark where Hamlet remembers the jester Yorick.

Hamlet: Whose was it?

Gravedigger: A whoreson mad fellow’s it was : whose do you think it was?

Hamlet: Nay, I know not.

Gravedigger: A pestilence on him for a mad rogue ! ‘a poured a flagon of Rhenish on my head once. This same skull, sir, this same skull, sir, was Yorick’s skull, the king’s jester.

Hamlet: This?

Gravedigger: E’en that.

Hamlet: Let me see [Takes the skull.] Alas, poor Yorick ! –I knew him, Horatio : a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, now abhorred my imagination is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes nor? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now, get you to my lady’s chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thich, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that.

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The Death of Ophelia

A stick version of John Everett Millais' famous painting of the death of Ophelia.

Queen: One woe doth tread upon another’s heel
So fast they follow. – Your sister’s drown’s, Laertes.

Laertes: Drown’d! – O, where?

Queen: There is a willow grows aslant a brook,
That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream:
There with fantastic garlands did she come.
Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples,
That liberal shepherds give a grosser name,
But our cold maids do dead men’s fingers call them;
There, on the pendant boughs her coronet weeds
Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke,
When down her weedy trophies, and herself,
Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide,
And, mermaid-like, a while they bore her up :
Which time, she chanted snatches of old tunes,
As one incapable of her own distress,
Or like a creature native and indu’d
Unto that element : but long it could not be,
Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,
Pull’d the poor wretch from her melodious lay
To muddy death.

Laertes: Alas! then, is she drown’d?

Queen: Drown’d, drown’d.

Laertes: Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia,
and therefore I forbid my tears.

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Memento Mori

Pastel painting of a human skull on a dark background.

The Death of Communication

A comic about how overwhelming it can be when one person talks continuously without end.

Knight, Death and the Devil

A stick version of Albrecht Dürer’s “Knight, Death and the Devil”.

A stick version of Albrecht Dürer's "Knight, Death and the Devil."

The Tell Telling Heart

This is a comic inspired by the Egyptian Book of the Dead. A stick person has arrived in the Underworld where he will be judged by Anubis. But he has forgotten to use Spell number 30 - the hushing of the heart - so his heart tells the truth about the life he had lived, and in the end he is eaten by the monster.

The Death of the Dictator

A Comic of what the dictators followers will do after his death to keep up appearances.

Hardest Times

A comic about how the hardest times can make you feel like killing everyone around you, but with the twist that the hardest times in this case was just waiting for an Apple delivery.