Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead Page #5
- PG
- Year:
- 1990
- 117 min
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Not yet, sir.
Now mind your tongue,
or we'll have it out and
throw the rest of you away like
a nightingale at a Roman feast.
Took the words out of my mouth.
You'd be lost for words.
You'd be tongue tied.
Like a mute in a monologue.
Like a nightingale
at a Roman feast.
You left us.
Yes... on the road.
You don't understand the humiliation
of it... to be tricked out of
the single assumption
that makes our existence bearable.
That somebody is watching.
We are actors, we are
the opposite of people.
So?
We need an audience.
We had an appointment.
That is true.
You know why you're here.
We only know what
we're told and for all we
know it isn't even true.
One acts on assumptions.
What do you assume?
Hamlet is not himself outside or in.
We have to glean what afflicts him.
He's melancholy.
Melancholy?
Mad.
How is he mad?
How's he mad?
More morose than mad perhaps.
Melancholy.
Moody.
He had moods.
Of moroseness?
Madness and yet.
Quite.
For instance.
He talks to himself which
might be madness.
If he didn't talk sense,
which he does.
Which suggests the opposite.
Of what?
I think I have it.
A man talking sense to himself...
is no madder than a man talking
nonsense not to himself.
Or just as mad.
Or just as mad.
And he does both.
So there you are.
Start raving sane.
Why?
Ah. Why?
Exactly.
Exactly what?
Exactly why?
Exactly why what?
What?
Why?
Why what, exactly?
Why is he mad?
I don't know!
The old man thinks he's
in love with his daughter.
We're out of our depth here!
No, no, no, he hasn't
got a daughter,
the old man thinks he's in
love with his daughter.
The old man is?
Hamlet. In love.
Man's daughter.
The old man thinks.
It's beginning to make sense!
Unrequited passion!
Where are you going?
I can come and go as I please.
You know your way around.
I've been here before.
We're still finding our feet.
I should concentrate on
not losing your heads.
Do you speak from knowledge?
Precedent.
You've been here before.
And I know which way
the wind is blowing.
Wait! Back!
This place is a mad house.
Behind ye!
Are you familar with this play?
No.
A slaughterhouse,
eight corpses all told.
Six.
Eight.
What are they?
They're dead.
Actor! What do you know about death?
The mechanics of cheap melodrama!
Cheap melodrama.
It doesn't bring
death home to anyone!
It's not at home to anyone!
Shut up!
Shut up!
You can't do death!
On the contrary,
it's what we do best.
We have to exploit
whatever talent is given to us
and our talent is for dying.
We can die heroically, comically,
ironically, sadly, suddenly, slowly...
disgustingly charmingly
or from a great height.
Audiences know what to expect,
and that is all they are
prepared to believe in.
Next...
And can you by no drift of
conference get from him why
he puts on his confusion?
He does confess he
feels himself distracted.
But from what cause
he will by no means speak.
(To be or not to be...)
that is the question.
Did he receive you well?
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 wat
of these we told him, and there
did seem in him a kind ofjoy
to hear of it.
They are here about the court,
this night to play before him.
'Tis most true,
and he beseeched me to entreat
your Majesties to here
and see the matter.
Good gentlemen,
give him a further edge and drive
his purpose into these delights.
We shall, my load.
Sweet Gertrude, leave us too...
For we have closely
sent for Hamlet hither,
that he, as 'twere by accident
may here affront Ophelia.
Do you ever think of yourself
as actually dead lying in a box
with a lid on it?
No.
Nor do I really.
It's silly to be depressed by it.
I mean, one thinks of it
like being alive in a box,
and one keeps forgetting to take
into account the fact that
one is dead...
which should make all
the difference... shouldn't it?
I mean, you'd never know you
were in a box, would you?
It would be just like
you were asleep in a box.
Not that I'd like to sleep in a box,
mind you, not without any air,
you'd wake up dead for a start,
and then where would you be?
In a box. That's the bit I don't
like frankly. That's why don't
think of it.
Because you'd be helpless?
Stuffed in a box like that, I mean,
you'd be in there for ever.
Even taking into account the fact
that you're dead, it isn't
a pleasant thought.
Especially if you're dead,
really...
ask yourself,
if I asked you straight off...
I'm going to stuff you in this box
now, would you rather
be alive or dead.
Naturally, you prefer to be alive.
Life in a box is better than
no life at all. I expect.
You'd have a chance at least.
You could lie there thinking well,
at least I'm not dead!
In a minute somebody is
going to bang on the lid
and tell me to come out.
Hey, you! What's yer name!
Come out of there!
I think I'm going to kill you.
Nymph, in thy orisons be
all my sins remembered.
I wouldn't think about it,
if I were you. You'd only
get depressed.
My lord, I have
rememberances of yours
that I have long had
long to redeliver,
I pray you now receive them.
No, not I.
I never gave you ought.
My honoured lord, you know
right well you did.
And with them words of so
sweet breath composed as
made the things more rich.
Whatever became of the moment
when one first knew about death?
There must have been one,
a moment, in childhood,
when it first occurred to you that
you don't go on forever.
It must have been shattering
stamped into one's memory.
And yet I can't remember it.
It never occurred to me at all.
We must be born with
an intuition of mortality.
Before we know the word for it,
before we know
that there are words,
out we come,
bloodied and squalling...
with the knowledge that for all
the points of the compass,
there's only one direction
and time is its only measure.
What is the dumb show for?
It's a device, really,
it makes the action that follows
more or less comprehensible.
You understand,
we are tied down to a language
which makes up in obscurity
what it lacks in style.
Is this the "Murder of Gonzago"?
That's the least of it.
Who was that?
The king's brother
and uncle to the prince.
Not exactly fraternal.
Not exactly avuncular
as time goes on.
Go to, I'll no more on't,
it hath made me mad!
I say we will have
no more marriages!
Those that are married already
all but one shall live.
The rest shall keep as they are.
To a nunnery, go.
That didn't look like love to me.
Love!
His affections do not that way tend,
nor what he spake,
though it lacked form a little,
was not like madness.
How now Ophelia.
You need not tell us what
Lord Hamlet said, we heard it all.
There's something in his soul
o'er which his melancholy
sits on brood.
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