In thinking on this I remembered being taught in high school that Hamlet’s flaw was an excess of thinking. My 11th grade English teacher labeled him (no doubt she’d read this somewhere) an ineffectual intellectual; a judgment that echoes the opening statement of Olivier’s film version of the play: “This is the tragedy of a man who could not make up his mind.” On this blog, by contrast, Anonymouse and Sanity (who, granted, may be one and the same person) have identified the prince’s flaw as an excess not of thought but passion for revenge. Both of these perspectives miss what Hamlet describes as the purpose if playing:
whose end, both at the
first and now, was and is, to hold, as ’twere, the
mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature,
scorn her own image, and the very age and body of
the time his form and pressure.

This passage presents to my mind a more convincing image of Shakespeare’s purpose in writing Hamlet, than does the notion that it is meant to illustrate a simple moral like ‘revenge is bad,’ or indecision will really fuck you over. The idea, more generally, that the aim of tragedy is to present a superhuman figure who is undone by a single flaw seems to me excessively reductive. Hamlet indeed touches on this theme, in the Act I conversation with Horatio that Olivier mines as precursor to his own summary sentence:
So, oft it chances in particular men,
That for some vicious mole of nature in them,
As, in their birth–wherein they are not guilty,
Since nature cannot choose his origin–
By the o’ergrowth of some complexion,
Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason,
Or by some habit that too much o’er-leavens
The form of plausive manners, that these men,
Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect,
Being nature’s livery, or fortune’s star,–
Their virtues else–be they as pure as grace,
As infinite as man may undergo–
Shall in the general censure take corruption
From that particular fault
Yet still i regard this general understanding of tragedy as excessively reductive as it too easily leads to moralizing over the supposed defect, however conceived. By imagining the story is essentially about *the* tragic flaw, one might dispense with coming to an appreciation of the nature of the predicament, and simply ’solve’ the dilemma from the outside. Hamlet’s inclusion in his description of the purpose of playing of showing “the very age and body of the time his form and pressure” suggests to me that Shakespeare view his art as doing something other than simple moralizing.

On this blog, the revenge is bad thesis hangs on one scene, in which Hamlet is supposed to overstep the line from justice – which we might define as retribution in service to the true or common good – and selfish revenge. Let’s consider the passages in question, where Hamlet has the opportunity to kill Claudius and in so doing avoid the bloodbath that follows. They conclude Act III Scene III, and begin with Claudius alone:
KING CLAUDIUS
O, my offence 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 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 offence?
And what’s in prayer but this two-fold force,
To be forestalled ere we come to fall,
Or pardon’d 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 possess’d
Of those effects for which I did the murder,
My crown, mine own ambition and my queen.
May one be pardon’d and retain the offence?
In the corrupted currents of this world
Offence’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 compell’d,
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 can not 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 newborn babe!
All may be well.
Retires and kneels
Enter HAMLET
The gist of this speech has been previously discussed. To repeat: Claudius admits to his crime and yearns for forgiveness; though being possessed still of the fruits of said crime he doubts he can be forgiven. Though the function of prayer is to reconcile sinner to innocence, the form of prayer alone is insufficient. Indeed, as Claidius keenly understands, a proper prayer cannot even be formulated so long as he has not repented of his crime. The efficacy of prayer is dependent upon this repentance. Still, in desperation, Claudius wills himself into the posture of prayer. It is in this forced posture that Hamlet comes upon him, seemingly vulnerable yet made inviolable by Hamlet’s interpretation of the scene.
HAMLET
Now might I do it pat, now he is praying;
And now I’ll do’t. And so he goes to heaven;
And so am I revenged. That would be scann’d:
A villain kills my father; and for that,
I, his sole son, do this same villain send
To heaven.
O, this is hire and salary, not revenge.
He took my father grossly, full of bread;
With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May;
And how his audit stands who knows save heaven?
But in our circumstance and course of thought,
‘Tis heavy with him: and am I then revenged,
To take him in the purging of his soul,
When he is fit and season’d for his passage?
No!
Up, sword; and know thou a more horrid hent:
When he is drunk asleep, or in his rage,
Or in the incestuous pleasure of his bed;
At gaming, swearing, or about some act
That has no relish of salvation in’t;
Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven,
And that his soul may be as damn’d and black
As hell, whereto it goes. My mother stays:
This physic but prolongs thy sickly days.
exit

Previously I wrote that Hamlet was not concerned with sending Claudius to Hell, only with not sending him to Heaven. Clearly that’s not accurate. Note, though, that what he’s aiming at is the parity of sending Claudius to face judgment in the same state of unpreparedness as had his father. From within the perspective of the worldview at the time, disposition relative to divine judgment was, at least ideally, supremely important. As I’ve touched on before, solving this issue by ignoring the conundrum speeds down the path to premature moralizing. Though Hamlet speaks fiercely here of waiting till Claudius is in the very depth of his sin, he is not actually dominated by this will – which i would agree goes past the parity of justice – as is demonstrated in the following Act, when he kills Polonius behind a curtain in his mother’s room, mistaking him for the king. The principle that actually guides him is not, fierce words aside, sending Claudius to hell, but rather not inadvertently sending him to Heaven by dispatching him in the midst of some act that guarantees his salvation.
And yet I agree that Hamlet errs in not killing Claudius then; but it is an error, in my view, relating to one of the dominant themes of the play: the difference between appearance and reality. Claudius only seems to be in a state of repentance, as his final couplet tells:
KING CLAUDIUS
[Rising] My words fly up, my thoughts remain below:
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
In other words, Claudius tries to pray, but fails due to the fact that he is not truly repentant. So here, Hamlet, who has heretofore been the master of appearance and reality, mistakes the one for the other.