Hamlet Page #11
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1996
- 242 min
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will speak with most miraculous organ.
Ill have these players play something
like the murder of my father...
...before mine uncle. Ill observe his looks,
Ill tent him to the quick.
If he but blench, I know my course.
The spirit that I have seen
may be of the devil...
...and the devil hath power
t'assume a pleasing shape.
Yea, and perhaps,
out of my weakness and my melancholy--
As he is very potent with such spirits.
--abuses me...
...to damn me.
Ill have grounds more relative than this.
The play's the thing...
...wherein Ill catch the conscience
of the king.
And can you by no drift of conference...
...get from him
why he puts on this confusion...
...grating so harshly all his days of quiet
with turbulent and dangerous lunacy?
He does confess
he feels himself distracted...
...but from what cause
he will by no means speak.
Nor do we find him forward
to be sounded...
...but with a crafty madness
keeps aloof...
...when we would bring him on
to some confession...
...of his true state.
-Did he receive you well?
ROSENCRANTZ:
Most like a gentleman.But with much forcing of his disposition.
Niggard of question, but of our demands
most free in his reply.
Did you assay him to any pastime?
Madam, it so fell out that certain players
we o'er-raught on the way.
Of these we told him,
there did seem in him a joy to hear of it.
They are about the court, and they have
already order to play before him.
POLONIUS:
'Tis most true, and hebeseeched me to entreat your majesties...
-...to hear and see the matter.
-With all my heart.
And it doth much content me
to hear him so inclined.
Good gentlemen,
give him a further edge...
-...and drive his purpose into these delights.
-We shall, my lord.
Sweet Gertrude, leave us too...
...for we have closely sent
for Hamlet hither...
..that he, as 'twere by accident, may here
affront Ophelia.
Her father and myself, lawful espials,
will so bestow ourselves...
...that, seeing unseen,
we may of their encounter frankly judge...
...and gather by him, as he is behaved,
If't be th' affliction of his love or no...
...that thus he suffers for.
I shall obey you.
And for your part, Ophelia, I do wish...
...that your good beauties
be the happy cause of Hamlet's wildness.
So shall I hope your virtues
will bring him to his wonted way again...
...to both your honors.
Madam, I wish it may.
POLONIUS:
Ophelia, walk you here--
Gracious, so please you
we will bestow ourselves.
--read on this book...
...that show of such an exercise
may color your loneliness.
We are oft to blame in this.
'Tis too much proved that with
devotion's visage and pious action...
...we do sugar o'er the devil himself.
O 'tis too true.
How smart a lash that speech
doth give my conscience.
The harlot's cheek,
beautied with plast'ring art...
...is not more ugly
...than is my deed
to my most painted word.
O heavy burden.
POLONIUS:
I hear him coming.Let's withdraw, my lord.
To be, or not to be...
...that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind
to suffer...
...the slings and arrows
of outrageous fortune...
...or to take arms
against a sea of troubles...
...and by opposing, end them.
To die, to sleep.
No more...
...and by a sleep to say we end...
...the heartache
and the thousand natural shocks...
...that flesh is heir to.
'Tis a consummation
devoutly to be wished.
To die...
...to sleep.
To sleep...
...perchance to dream.
Ay, there's the rub.
For in that sleep of death...
...what dreams may come...
...when we have shuffled off
this mortal coil...
...must give us pause.
There's the respect
that makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear
the whips and scorns of time...
...th' oppressor's wrong,
the proud man's contumely...
...the pangs of disprized love,
the law's delay...
...the insolence of office, and the spurns
that patient merit of th' unworthy takes...
...when he himself might his quietus make
with a bare bodkin?
Who would fardels bear...
...to grunt and sweat
under a weary life...
...but that the dread...
...of something after death...
...the undiscovered country...
...from whose bourn no traveler returns...
...puzzles the will...
those ills we have...
...than fly to others
that we know not of?
Thus conscience...
...doth make cowards of us all...
...and thus the native hue of resolution...
...is sicklied o'er
with the pale cast of thought...
...and enterprises
of great pith and moment...
...with this regard
their currents turn awry...
...and lose the name...
...of action.
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
Soft you now, the fair Ophelia.
Nymph...
...in thy orisons?
-Be all my sins remembered?
OPHELIA:
Good, my lord.How does your honor
for this many a day?
Well.
My lord...
... I have remembrances of yours...
...that I have longed long to redeliver.
I pray you now receive them.
No.
Not I, I never gave you aught.
My honored lord...
...you know right well you did...
...and with them...
...words of so sweet breath compos'd
as made the things more rich.
Their perfume lost...
...take these again.
For to the noble mind rich gifts
wax poor when givers prove unkind.
There, my lord.
Huh?
-Are you honest?
-My lord?
-Are you fair?
-What means your lordship?
That if you be honest and fair, your honesty
should admit no discourse to your beauty.
Could beauty better commerce
than honesty?
Truly, for the power of beauty
will transform honesty...
...from what it is to a bawd than honesty
can translate beauty into his likeness.
This was sometime a paradox,
but now the time gives it proof.
I did love you once.
Indeed, my lord,
you made me believe so.
Well, you should not have believed me...
...for virtue cannot so inoculate
our old stock but we shall relish of it.
I loved you not.
-I was the more deceived.
-Get thee to a nunnery.
Why wouldst thou be
a breeder of sinners?
I am indifferent honest...
...yet I could accuse me that it were better
I am proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more
offenses than I have thoughts to put them...
...imagination to give them shape,
or time to act them in.
What should such fellows as I do
crawling between earth and heaven?
We are arrant knaves, all. Believe none of us.
Go thy ways to a nunnery.
[THUD]
Where's your father?
At home, my lord.
Let the doors be shut upon him...
...that he may play the fool...
...nowhere but in's own house.
Farewell.
[CRYING]
O help him, you sweet heavens.
If thou dost marry,
Ill give thee this plague for thy dowry:
Be thou as chaste as ice,
as pure as snow...
...thou shalt not escape calumny.
Get thee to a nunnery, go, farewell.
Or if thou wilt need marry, marry a fool.
For wise men know well enough
what monsters you make of them.
To a nunnery, go, and quickly too.
Farewell.
Heavenly powers, restore him.
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