HAMLET, a 29-year old
Colombian-born man is about to commit
from the roof of a Temple University building.
To be, or not to be: that is the
question: wether '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
die: to sleep; No more;
and by a sleep to say we end The
heart-ache and the thousand
natural shocks That flesh is heir
to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly
to be wish'd.
Hamlet recoils at the
last moment and falls on the floor.
He goes on
remembering images of his life.
To die, to sleep;
to dream: ay,
there's the rub; For in that sleep
of death what dreams may come When
I have shuffled off this mortal
coil, Must give me pause: there's
the respect That makes calamity of
so long life; For would I bear the
whips and scorns of time, The
oppressor's wrong, the proud man's
pangs of despised
love, the law's delay, The
insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy
takes, When I myself might my
quietus make With a single blade?
who would fardels bear, To grunt
and sweat under a weary life, But
that the dread of something after
from whose bourn No traveller
returns, puzzles the will And
makes us rather bear those ills we
have Than fly to others that we
know not of? Thus this conscience
makes a coward of myself.
Elsinor has died, leaving all
his assets to his
Colombian-born adopted son,
CLAUDIUS' OFFICE. INT/ DAY.
A dark room. Claudius addresses Hamlet,
who we don't see.
27-year old LAERTES looks at the scene
from the background.
Though yet of Hamlet our dear
brother's death , the memory be
green; and that it us befitted to
bear our hearts in grief and the
entire members of our companies,
to be contracted in one brow of
yet so far has
fought with nature that we with
wisest sorrow think on him,
together with remembrance of
Claudius approaches Laertes.
Fortinbras Investment Company,
they had not
to pester us with message,
importing the surrender of our
profits--those vast countries
gained by all bonds of law by my
So much for him... Now our
is: Mr. Laertes
Fortinbras Company unrighteous
strategy, and we shall demand a
fair retribution for their attempt
to take over our investments in
Colombian oil companies and
Bolivian mines of coal.
He gives a paper to the man behind the
We await for your signature, young
The camera focusses on the paper...
reluctance and leaves town
WHITMAN BRIDGE. DAY.
same paper, with some
wrinkles, is squeezed by a hand and
thrown on a street near the Delaware
Hamlet, wearing dark clothes, looks at
of paper rolling on the ground. He
flash-backs of his recent trip to Las Vegas,
smiling GERTRUDE, his adoptive mother.
O, that this too too solid flesh
would melt, thaw, and resolve
itself into a dew! Or that the law
had not fixed his cannon against
self-slaughter! O wealth! wealth!
How weary, stale, flat, and
seem to me all the
uses of this world! Fie on it! O,
This is an unweeded garden, that
grows to seed; things rank and
them. That it should come to this!
But two months dead!--nay, not so
much, not two: so excellent a man;
that was to my uncle, what Gandhi
and King to Hitler: so human, so
loving to my mother. Must I
remember? Why? She would hang on
him; and yet within a month, a
--why she--even she? O, God--
married to my uncle; that beast,
that lacks discourse of reason.
And now the salt of her most
hypocritical tears had left the
flushing in her galled eyes. My
mother married--O, most wicked
speed, to post which such
to incestuous sheets.
WHITMAN BRIDGE. DAY.
Hamlet sees several cars, which arrive
and encircle him. Claudius
steps down from one of them. Female
rowdies ROSENCRANTZ and
And now, Laertes, what's the news
with you? Tell us about your suit.
speak of reason to the
trustees and loose your voice.
POLONIUS arrives accompanied by 45-year
Why did you ask
To quit this business, and return
to Bogota, from whence I willingly
came to the United States to
contract under your
must confess, my duty is done, and
my thoughts and wishes bend again
It was not me, but Polonius, who
called you here. What does your
I sealed my hard
consent. I do
accept to place
him back in Bogota.
My will is yours, Laertes.
now, my cousin
Hamlet, and my
(loud and rude)
A little more than kin, and less
Gertrude pads Hamlet's head.
Cast thy nighted color off,
eye look like a
employees of our company,
and don't seek with your vailed
for your father's
me, you must accept everyone on
earth must die, passing through
nature to nothing.
Nothingness is our fashion, Mother.
If it is, why does it seem so
particular with you?
It doesn't seem, Mother! it is! I
don't know "seems". It's not only
my inky cloak, nor mourning suits
of solemn black, nor windy
suspiring of forced breath. No,
nor the fruitful river in the eye,
nor the dejected behavior of the
with all forms,
moods, shapes of grief, that can
denote me truly: these indeed
seem, for they are actions that a
man might play: But
within which has passed is shown;
these but the trappings and the
suits of woe.
It is so sweet and commendable in
your nature, Hamlet, to give these
customary duties to your father:
But, you must know, your father
lost a father; that father lost,
the survivor bound,
in filial obligation, for some
term to do obsequious sorrow: but
to persevere in obstinate
condolence is a course of impious
stubbornness; it's unmanly grief;
it shows a will most incorrect to
the interests of your relatives
still alive, a heart unfortified,
impatient mind; a simple and
childish understanding. Because
death must be, and that is as
common knowledge as to realize
that these words were recorded on
tape. Why should we, in our
peevish opposition, take it to
heart? Fie! This is heaven's
fault, dead's fault, nature's
fault. To reason most absurd;
whose common theme is dead of
fathers. We pray you, throw to
earth this unprevailing woe; and
think of us as of... A father;
for let the company
note, without your consent, you
will be replace and our profits will
Claudius gets into his car.
We beseech you,
to remain here, in
the cheer and
our income, your father's
Claudius gets into his car.
I know what is best for you,
Hamlet. Let not your mother waste
her time, and stay with us.
I shall in all my
best obey you, mother.
Hamlet meets high-school friends
Bernardo and Horatio.
PHILADELPHIA STREET. EXT/DAY.
Hamlet is tormented by thoughts about
his new father, his
mother and Polonius while he talks to
Horatio in front of his family house.
I think I saw him
My lord, Mr. Hamlet, your father.
Season your admiration for a while
with an attent ear, till I may
this marvel to you.
Let me hear.
In the dead vast and middle of the
night, two of my friends were
by a figure
father, wearing at point exactly.
He appears before them, and with
solemn march goes slowly and
stately by them: thrice he walked
by their oppressed and fear-
surprised eyes. Almost to jelly
with the act of fear, my friends
stand dumb and speak not to him.
And I with them the third night
kept the watch; where, as they had
delivered, both in time, form of
the thing, each word made true and
good, the apparition comes: I knew
your father; these hands
But were was this?
My lord, upon the platform of the
Did you not speak to it?
I did; but answer made it none.
Yet once methought it lifted up
its head and did address itself to
motion, like as it would speak;
but even then the morning cock
crew loud, and at the sound it
shrunk in haste away, and vanished
from our sight.
It's very strange.
do live, my honoured lord,
it's true; and we did think it
written down in our duty to let
you know of it.
sirs, but this
troubles me. Are you going there
I warrant I will.
Whether that ghost assumes my
noble father's person, I'll speak
to it, though hell itself should
gape, and bid me hold my peace.
I pray you both, if you have
hitherto concealed this sight, let
it be tenable in your silence
still. I will require your love.
PHILADELPHIA'S TRAIN STATION.
Laertes crosses an empty corridor,
handling a luggage case.
5-month pregnant OPHELIA, awaits him.
My necessaries are embark'd:
farewell: And, sister, as the
winds give benefit and convoy is
assistant, do not sleep, But let
me hear from you.
Do you doubt that?
For Hamlet, and the trifling of
his favour, hold it a fashion and
a toy in blood, a violet in the
youth of primy nature, forward,
not permanent, sweet, not lasting,
the perfume and suppliance of a
minute; No more.
You offence is rank, it smells to
Our native hue of resolution is
sicklied over with the pale cast
of Hamlet's thought; and the
company's enterprises of great
pith and moment, with his regard,
their currents turn awry, and lose
the name of action.
Perhaps he loves you now, and now
no soil nor cautel do besmirch the
virtue of his will: but you and
your offspring must fear him. For
himself is subject to
birth. He may not, as unvalued
persons do, carve for himself; for
on his choice depends the safety
and increment of his own state. We
are but employees, and if he says
he loves you, it fits your wisdom
so far to believe it. Fear it,
Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister,
heart is frail, and
canker galls the infants of the
spring, too oft before their
buttons be disclosed. Keep your
love in the rear of your affection.
I will the effect of this good
lesson keep, as watchman to my
heart. But, good my brother, do
republicans do, show me the steep
and thorny way to heaven; whiles,
like a puffed and reckless
libertine, himself the primrose
path of dalliance treads, and
recks not his own red.
A double blessing is a double
Now you must
go to Bogota,
Laertes. But before your leaving
keep these few precepts in your
Polonius gives a gift to Laertes.
Laertes opens it and he finds an
edition of the Complete
Works by William Shakespeare.
Most humbly do I make my leave,
Seated on a bench, Ophelia and Polonius
hold a conversation.
He had of late made many tenders
affection to me.
I don't speak like a green girl,
unsifted in such perilous
circumstance. I do believe his
I do not know what I should think.
have decided to marry
in honorable fashion.
Ay, fashion you may call it; go
to, go to.
I know, when the blood burns, how
prodigal the soul lends the tongue
vows; these blazes, father, give
more light than heat, indeed. I
them for fire. From
this time, I will be scanter to
Hamlet in our nigthly parting. His
entreatments will be place at a
higher rate than a command to
parley. For Hamlet, believe
much in him, that he is so young,
that desire alone can unfold his
promises. I don't believe his
they are brokers. Mere
beggars of unholy suits. But I
will be better to beguile. This is
I would not, in
give more favours to Hamlet, until
the purpose of my memory
assured by his demand.
PHILADELPHIA'S CEMETERY. EXT/NIGHT.
Hamlet, Horatio and Bernardo are seated
on a grave.
The air bites shrewdly; it is very
It is a nipping and an eager air.
What hour now?
I think it lacks of twelve.
Indeed? I heard it not: then it
draws near the season wherein the
spirit holds his wont to walk.
balls are heard.
What does this mean?
My uncle do wake up to-night, and
takes his rouse, keeps wassail,
and the swaggering up-spring
reels; and, as he drains his
draughts of Rhenish down, the
kettle-drum and trumpet thus bray
out the triumph of his pledge.
Is it a custom?
Ay, marry, it is: but to my mind,
though I am alien here, and not to
the manner born, it is a custom
more honoured in the breach than
the observance. This
east and west makes us
target and comment of other
nations: they clap us drunkers,
and with swinish phrase they
accuse of drugadiction; and indeed
it takes from our income, though
performed at height, the pith and
marrow of our taxes.
Look, my lord, it comes!
Actor 1 is seen over a grave.
Angels and ministers of grace
defend us! Be thou a spirit of
health or goblin damned, be thy
or charitable, thou
comest in such a questionable
shape that I will speak to thee:
I'll call thee Hamlet, the man,
the father, the trustee, answer
me! Let me not burst in ignorance;
but tell why thy canonized bones
have burst their cerements; why
the sepulchre, wherein we saw thee
had oped his
ponderous and marble jaws, to cast
thee up again. What may this mean,
that thou, dead corpse, again in
complete cotton, revisits thus the
glimses of the moon, making night
hideous; and we fools of nature so
horridly to shake our disposition
with thoughts beyond the reaches
of our minds? Say, why is
Wherefore? What should we do?
Actor 1 beckons Hamlet
It beckons you to go away--to you
Look, with what courteous action
it waves you to a more removed
ground: but do not go with it.
No, by no means.
It will not speak; then I will
Why? What should be the fear? I do
not set my life in a pin's fee;
and for my soul, what can it do to
a thing immortal as
itself? It waves me forth again:
I'll follow it.
What if it tempt you toward the
lord, or to the dreadful
summit of the cliff that beetles
over his face into the sea, and
there assume some other horrible
form, which might deprive your
sovereignty of reason and draw you
into madness? think of it: the
very place puts toys of
desperation, without more motive,
every brain that
many fathoms to the sea, and hears
it roar beneath.
It waves me still. Go on; I'll
Hamlet disappears into the graveyard.
Actor 1 moves. Hamlet follows him.
Where wilt thou lead me? speak;
I'll go no further.
My hour is almost come, when I to
sulphurous and tormenting flames
must render up myself.
Alas, poor ghost!
Pity me not, but lend thy serious
hearing to what I shall unfold.
bound to hear.
So art thou to revenge, when thou
I am thy father's spirit, doomed
for a certain term to walk the
night, and for the day confined to
fast in fires, till the foul
crimes done in my days of
exploitation are burnt and purged
away. But that I am forbid
tell the secrets of my prison-
house, I could a tale unfold whose
lightest word would harrow up thy
soul, freeze thy young blood, make
thy two eyes, like stars, start
from their spheres and each
to stand on end,
like quills upon the fretful
porpentine: but this eternal
blazon must not be to ears of
flesh and blood. List,list, O,
list! If thou didst ever thy dear
Revenge this foul and most
Murder most foul, as in the best
but this most foul, strange
Haste me to know it, that I, with
wings as swift as meditation or
love, may sweep to
I find thee apt; and duller
shoulds thou be than the fat weed
that roots itself in ease on lethe
wharf, wouldst thou not stir in
Now, Hamlet, hear: It's
that, sleeping in my orchard, a
stung me; so
the whole ear
of the company is by a forged
process of my death rankly abused.
The serpent that did sting thy
father's life now seats on his
O my prophetic soul! My uncle!
Ay, that incestuous, that
adulterate beast, with witchcraft
of his wit, with traitorous
gifts,--O wicked wit and gifts,
that have the power so to seduce!--
won to his shameful lust the will
of my most seeming-virtuous queen:
O Hamlet, what a falling-off was
there! From me, whose love was of
that dignity that it went hand in
hand even with the vow I made to
her in marriage; and to decline
upon a wretch, whose masculine
gifts were poorer than those of
mine! But virtue, as it never will
be moved, though lewdness court it
in a shape of heaven, so lust,
though to a radiant angel link'd,
will sate itself in a celestial
bed, and prey on garbage. But,
soft! methinks I scent the morning
air; brief let me be...
In his next psychiatric appointment
PHILADELPHIA'S RESTAURANT. EXT/NIGHT.
Ophelia, seated on a chair, waits
alone. Hamlet arrives with
and sits down. He has a three-day bear and
Ophelia, in thy pleasures be all
my lacks remembered.
When can I lie again in your lap?
Your head upon my lap?
mean country matters. My
fair thought is to lie between
People look at them. Ophelia stands up
this? You are too merry
Who, I? Your only jig-maker? What
should a man do, but be merry?
Ophelia looks at him. His voice over
continues over the image
of Hamlet taking her face; changing
from surprise to shame
With his doublet all unbraced; his
stockings foul'd, ungarter'd, and
down-gyved to his ancle; pale as
his shirt; his knees knocking each
other; and with a look so piteous
as if he had been
loosed out of hell to speak of
PHILADELPHIA'S PUBLIC PARK. EXT/DAY.
and Polonius meet in front
Mad for thy love?
I do not know; but truly, I do
What said he?
He took me by the wrist and held
me hard; then goes he to the
length of all his arm; and, with
his other hand thus o'er his brow,
he falls to such perusal of my
as he would draw it.
so; at last, a little
and thrice his head thus waving up
and down, he raised a sigh so
piteous and profound as it did
seem to shatter all his bulk and
end his being: that done, he lets
me go: and, with his head over his
shoulder turn'd, he seem'd to find
his way without his eyes; for on
he went without their
help, and, to the last, bended
their light on me.
I am glad you gave
him hard words
I only repelled his messages and
his access to me. Could
the denial of love make so mad a
It is as proper to our age to cast
beyond ourselves in our opinions
as it is common for the younger
sort to lack discretion.
This must be known by the
trustees; which, being kept close,
might move more grief to hide than
hate to utter love.
CLAUDIUS OFFICE. INT/DAY.
Gertrude signs a pile of checks.
Meanwhile, Rosencrantz and
Guildenstern enter into Claudius'
chamber. Polonius keeps guard
the entrance of the hall.
Dear Rosencrantz and Guildenstern!
Moreover that we much did long to
the need we have
provoke our hasty sending.
Gertrude handles a check to
Something... have you heard... of
So call it, since nor the exterior
nor the inward man resembles what
should be, more than his
father's death, that thus has put
him so much from the understanding
of himself, I cannot dream of: I
entreat you both, that, being of
so young days brought up with him,
and sit so neighborhood to his
youth and behavior, that you
vouchsafe your rest here in
little time: so
by your companies to draw him on
to pleasures, and to gather, so
much as from occasion you may
whether aught, to us
unknown, afflicts him thus, that,
opened, lies within our remedy.
Good ladies, he has much talked of
you; and sure I am, two women
there are not living to whom he
more adheres. If it will please
to show us so much
good will as to expend your time
with us awhile, for the supply and
profit of our company.
Guildenstern approaches Claudius and
shows the check to him.
hope our visitation
such thanks as fits a tycoon's
check to Rosencrantz)
Thanks, Rosencrantz and gentle
I beseech you instantly to visit
my too-much changed son.
Rosencrantz and Guilderstern leave.
Claudius lies his head on his hand.
Gertrude approaches him
and kisses him. Both are very sad and
Where love is great, the littlest
doubts are fear; where little
fears grow great, great love grows
They hold each other.
PHILADELPHIA'S ACADEMY OF MUSIC.
People leave the Academy of Music.
Amongst them Claudius and
is seen amongst the
crowd. He handles a tape
recorder. He follows them.
PHILADELPHIA'S STREET. EXT/NIGHT.
Gertrude and Claudius are reached by
I do think, or else this brain of
hunts not the trail of
policy so sure as it has used to
do, that I have found the
cause of Hamlet's lunacy.
You are still the father of good
O, speak of that; that do I long
First, let me inform you of our
Investments. Hamlet's news shall
be the fruit to that great feast.
found the head and
source of all my son's distemper?
I doubt it is no other but the
main; his father's death, and our
The government has suppressed
Fortinbras Co.'s interests
Bolivia and Colombia; which to our
businesses appeared to
be a preparation against Greek
multinational companies. But,
better looked into, he truly found
it was against Elsinor
Investments. Fortinbras trustees,
in brief, received an order to pay
us 800,000,000.00 dollars in
fines, and to make a bow before
never more to attempt
undermine our interests in those
lucrative countries by suborning
their variable lawyers.
A well ended business, indeed.
liege, and madam, to expostulate
what majesty should be, what duty
day is day, night night
and time is time, were nothing but
to waste night, day and time.
Therefore, since brevity is the
soul of wit, and
limbs and outward flourishes, I
will be brief: your noble son is
More matter, with less art.
That he is mad, it's true: it's
true it's pity; And
it's true: a foolish figure;
farewell it for I will use no art.
Mad let us grant him, then: and
now remains that we find out the
cause of this effect, or rather
say, the cause of this defect, for
defective comes by
cause: thus it remains, and the
remainder thus. Perpend. I have a
daughter--a psychologist of this
enterprise, who, in her duty has
given me this:
He raises his recorder.
His finger pushes the "play" button.
To the celestial and my soul's
idol, the most
That's an ill phrase, a vile
phrase; 'beautified' is a
but you should
In her excellent white bosom,
Came this from Hamlet to her?
Good madam, stay awhile; machines
He plays the tape.
the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun do move; Do But
never doubt I love, O dear
Ophelia, I'm ill at this numbers;
I have no art to reckon my groans:
but that I love thee best, O most
best, believe it. Adieu. Thine
evermore, most dear lady, whilst
this machine is to him, HAMLET.
This has my daughter shown me,
according to her professional
duty. And she has more tapes of
his soliciting, as they fell out
by psychiatric appointments, all
given to her ear.
But how she had received his love?
you think of me? I would
fain prove I'm your more faithful
and constant laborer.
But what can we think, when you
have seen this hot love on the
wing-- As I perceived it, I must
tell you that.
What might you, or my dear
giving my heart a winking, mute
and dumb, Or look'd upon this love
with idle sight; what might you
think? No, I went straight to
And Ophelia deemed 'Hamlet
is out of his star'; This
not be: ' and she decided to lock
herself from his resort, date but
receive no calls from
him. Which done, he, repulsed--a
short tale to make--fell into a
sadness, then into a fast, thence
to a watch, thence into a
weakness, and by this declension,
into the madness wherein now he
raves, and all we mourn for.
Do you think of this?
It may be, very like.
Have there been such a time--I'd
fain know, that Ophelia has
schizophrenia, when it proved
to his head
Take this from this, if this be
How may we try it further?
Mark the encounter: if he loves
PHILADELPHIA'S PARK. CHURCH AS
Hamlet, seated on the floor, reads a
book. On the background
Rosencrantz and Guilderstern chat.
How sadly you look reading.
You are a fishmonger.
Not I, my lord.
Then I would you were so honest a
Ay, sir; to be honest, as this
world goes, is to be one man
picked out of ten thousand.
That's very true, Sir!
For if the sun breed maggots in a
dead dog, being a god kissing
Hamlet looks to 5 dogs who play in
front of him.
Have you a daughter?
Yes, I have!
Let her not walk in the sun:
conception is a blessing: but not
daughter may conceive.
Hamlet stands up and reads his book.
How say you by that? Still harping
daughter... truly in my
youth I suffered much extremity
for love; very near this.
What do you read, boy?
Words, words, words.
What is the matter?
I mean, the matter that you read
upon a dead dog.
Slanders, sir; for matter says
here that old men have grey
beards; that their faces are
wrinkled, their eyes purging thick
amber and plum-tree gum and that
they have a plentiful lack of wit,
most weak hams.
Though this be madness, yet there
is method in it.
Will you walk along our river,
with us my lord?
Into my grave.
How pregnant sometimes his replies
A happiness that often madness
hits on, which reason and sanity
could not so prosperously be
Hamlet steps into a car. Rosencrantz
and Guildenstern follow
You cannot, sir, take from me any
thing that I will more
part withal: except my life,
except my life, except my life.
Guildenstern starts the car, and it
goes into the city.
CAR ON THE STREETS OF PHILADELPHIA.
Hamlet looks at Rosencrantz and
These tedious old fools! So
girls, how do ye both?
As the indifferent children of the
Happy, in that we are not over-
fortune's cap we are not
the very button.
Nor the soles of her shoe?
Then you live about her waist, or
in the middle of her favours.
Sure! Her privates we.
In the secret parts of fortune? O,
most true; she is a whore. What
None, my lord, the world grows
Then is doomsday near! But your
news is not true. What have you,
my ex-lovers, deserved at the
lands of Fortune that she sends
you to prison hither.
is a prison.
Then is the world one.
A goodly one; in which there are
many confines, wards, and
dungeons, Pennsylvania being one
of the worst.
We think not so.
PARK BEFORE PHILADELPHIA'S SKYLINE.
The car stops and Hamlet steps down.
Guildenstern follow him.
Why, then, this is none to
for there is nothing either good
or bad but thinking makes it so.
To me it is a prison.
makes it one; this
is too narrow for your mind.
O God, I could be bounded in a nut
shell and count myself a king of
infinite space, were it not that
I have bad dreams.
Which dreams indeed are greed; for
the very substance of greed is
merely the shadow of a dream.
A dream itself is but a shadow.
Truly, and I hold greed of so airy
and light a quality that it
but a shadow's shadow.
Then are our beggars bodies, and
our judges and outstretched
investors the beggars' shadows.
Hamlet tastes the wind.
Shall we to the bank? for, by my
faith, I cannot reason.
We'll wait upon you.
No such matter: I will not sort
with the rest
of my guards,
for to speak to you like an honest
man, I am most dreadfully cared.
But, in the beaten way of
friendship, what make you at
To visit you.
Beggar that I am, I am even poor
in thanks; but I thank you: and
sure, dear too dear a halfpenny.
Were you not sent for? Is it your
own inclining? Is it a free
me: come, come; nay, speak.
They look at him with pity.
Why, any thing, but to the
purpose. You whose modesties have
not craft enough to color: I know
the owners of the company and it
was the President, my uncle, who
Rosencrantz and Guildensternlook at
To what end?
(drunk by the danger)
That you must teach me. But let me
conjure you, by the rights of our
fellowship, by the consonancy of
the obligation of
our ever-preserved love, and by
what more dear a better proposer
could charge you withal, be even
and direct with me, whether you
were sent for, or no?
What say you?
Nay, then, I have an eye of you.--
If you love me, hold not off.
My lord, we were sent for.
I will tell you why; so shall my
anticipation prevent your
discovery, and your secrecy to my
stepparents won't be stained with
treason. I have of late--but
know not--lost all my
mirth, forgone all custom of
exercises, and indeed, it goes so
heavily with my disposition that
this goodly frame, the earth,
seems to me a sterile promontory,
this most excellent canopy, the
air, look you, this brave
o'erhanging firmament, this
golden fire, why, it appears no
other thing to me than a foul and
pestilent congregation of vapors.
What a piece of work is a man! how
noble in reason! how infinite in
faculty! in form and moving how
express and admirable! in action
how like an angel! in apprehension
a god! the beauty of the
world! the paragon of animals! And
yet, to me, what is this
quintessence of dust? Woman
delights not me...
No, nor men neither, though by
your smiling you seem to say so.
There was no such stuff in my
What did you laugh then, when I
said, "Women delights not me"?
To think if you delight not in
women, what lenten entertainment
the players shall receive from
you. They have answered your
demands to perform one of your
Hamlet smiles and contemplates
After your death you were better
have a bad epitaph than my poetic
ill report while you live.
PHILADELPHIA'S STREET. EXT.DAY.
Hamlet talks from a phone boot.
He that plays the old-white--
straight-male character shall be
welcome--his beauty shall have
tribute of me; the adulterer shall
use his foil and target; the lover
shall not sigh gratis; the
humourous man shall end his part
in peace; the clown shall make
whose lungs are
tickled over the sere; and the
lady shall say her mind freely.
I know the players.
VALLEY FORGE. EXT/DAY.
A monitor plays the last words of
Their need comes by means of the
decline of theater...
Their endeavour keeps them in the
The camera tracks backwards and actors
Crew members cross the frame, measuring
lighting, and setting
up the camera for the shouting of a
(to the camera,
My uncle-father and aunt-mother
are deceived. I am but mad north-
north-west: when the wind is
southerly I know a hawk from a
Polonius approaches smiling.
Hamlet addresses Rosencrantz, seated on
the ground before him.
This great baby you see here is
not yet out of his swaddling-
Happily he's the second time come
to them; for they say an old man
is twice a child.
I will prophesy he comes to tell
me of the players. Mark it.
I have news to tell you.
I have news to tell you. When
Grace was an actress in LA.
All the actors have been paid.
Upon my honor--
Each actor will be gone on his
The best actors in the east coast,
erotic or melodramatic film.
Welles cannot be too heavy, nor
Chaplin too light.
Jephthah, father of Israel, what
a treasure you have.
Who was Jephthah? What treasure?
A judge who sacrificed his
daughter. "One fair daughter and
no more, the which he loved
Still on my daughter?
Hamlet leaves him alone and approaches
Welcome all. I am glad to
see thee well.
Welcome, good friends. O, my old
friend! your face is harry since
I saw you last: Do you come to
beard me in Valley Forge? Fly at
anything you see. We'll have a
'With eyes like carbuncles, the
hellish Pyrrhus... Old grandsire
Priam seeks.' So, proceed you.
For God, Hamlet! Well spoken, with
good accent and good discretion!
Other actors clasp as well. Hamlet goes
to the camera and
The player will have three actors
representing what he says.
Hecuba looks at Priam.
'Anon he finds him striking too
Priam fights against the wind.
his antique sword, Rebellious to
his arm, lies where it falls,
Repugnant to command:
Actor 1 points out at Pyrrhus.
Unequal match'd, Pyrrhus at Priam
drives; in rage strikes wide; but
with the whiff and wind of his
fell sword the unnerved father
Priam lies on the floor awaiting death.
Then senseless Ilium, seeming to
feel this blow, with flaming top
stoops to his base, and with a
hideous crash takes prisoner
Pyrrhus' ear: for, lo! his sword,
Which was declining on the milky
Of reverend Priam,
air to stick. So, as
tyrant, Pyrrhus stood, and like a
neutral to his will and matter,
Priam and Pyrrhus look at each other.
But, as we often see, against some
storm, a silence in the heavens,
the rack stand still, the bold
and the orb below
as hush as death--anon the
dreadful thunder doth rend the
region, so, after Pyrrhus' pause,
aroused vengeance sets him new a-
work; and never did the Cyclops'
hammers fall On Mars's armour
forged for proof eterne with less
remorse than Pyrrhus' bleeding
falls on Priam.
Out! out! But who, O, who had seen
the mobled queen, run barefoot up
and down, threatening the flames
rheum; in the alarm
of fear caught up;
but if the gods themselves did see
her then, when she saw Pyrrhus
In mincing with his sword her
husband's limbs, the instant burst
of clamor that she made, unless
move them not at
all, would have made milch the
burning eyes of heaven and passion
in the gods.
Actor 2 cries.
Pray you, no more.
(dramatic; to Hamlet)
I do hear.
agency should use
them according to their desert.
Use every man after his desert,
and who should 'scape whipping?
the less they deserve, the more
merit is in your bounty.
(to the actor)
Can we stage "The Murder of
Yes, my Lord.
Well, next week we'll start
rehearsals. You could for a need,
study a speech of some dozen or
sixteen lines, which I
down and insert in it. Could you
If our pay is reasonable, of
Mr. Polonius will persuade you
PHILADELPHIA MUSEUM OF ART BACKYARD.
Rosencrantz, Guildenstern shoot at
Polonius, Claudius and Gertrude stand
He does confess he feels himself
distracted; but from what cause he
will by no means confess.
With a crafty madness, I keep
aloof, before they bring me on to
some confession of my true state.
I received them well...
Most like a gentleman.
But with much forcing of my
disposition. Although when they
told me of certain players, I
spoke well of cinema, and
betrayed a kind of joy.
Drive his purpose on to those
Hamlet watches extra footage of the
What a rogue and peasant slave am
I! Is it not monstrous that this
but in a fiction, in
a dream of passion, could force
his soul so to his own conceit,
that from her working all his
visage wann', tears in his eyes,
distraction in his aspect, a
broken voice, and his whole body
suits with forms to his conceit?
And all for nothing! For Hecuba!
What's Hecuba to
him, or he to
Hecuba, that he should weep for
her? What would he do, had he the
motive and the cue for passion
that I have? He would unbound the
sadness and cleave the
ear of the indolent audience with
horrid speech, make mad the guilty
and appeal the free, confound the
ignorant, and amaze indeed the
very faculties of eyes and ears.
Yet I, A dull and muddy-mettled
rascal, peak, like John-a-dreams,
unpregnant of my cause, and can
no, not for a father,
upon whose property and most dear
life a damn'd defeat was made. Am
I a coward? Who calls me villain?
Plucks off my beard, and blows it
in my face? Tweaks me by the nose?
gives me the lie in the throat as
deep as to the lungs? who does me
Ha! 'Swounds, I should
lecherous, kindless villain! O,
vengeance! Why, what an ass am I!
most brave, that I, the
son of a dear father murder'd,
prompted to my revenge by heaven
and hell, must, like a whore,
unpack my heart with words, and
fall a-cursing like unpaid drag-
queen! My uncle's employee! Fie
upon't! foh! About, my brain!
PARK'S ROAD. DAY.
Hamlet sees footage of the actors'
I have heard that guilty creatures
sitting at a screening, have by
cunning of the scene been
struck so to the soul that
presently they have proclaim'd
their malefactions; for murder,
though it has no tongue, will
speak with most miraculous organ.
I'll have these players play
something like the murder of my
father before mine uncle: I'll
The spirit that I have seen may be
a devil; for any man has power to
assume a pleasing shape; yea, and
perhaps out of my weakness and
friends oppress me
with spirits to try my sanity:
I'll have grounds more relative
than this: the play will be the
time wherein I'll catch the
conscience of this crime.
PHILADELPHIA MUSEUM OF ART BACKYARD.
Gertrude and Claudius walk towards
Polonius. Rosencrantz and
Guildenstern are left behind.
I do wish Ophelia's will be the
happy cause of Hamlet's wildness.
approach Hamlet in
his affliction. With a lonely
countenance she will tape his
Seeing unseen, we may of their
encounter frankly judged. She'll
color her words with loneliness,
that this is too much proved--that
with devotion's visage And pious
action we do sugar o'er the devil
NURSING HOME. EXT/DAY.
Ophelia, taking notes, listens at
Hamlet, who, walking,
talks to her. A hidden camera is
placed inside a dry tree.
humbly thank you; well, well,
Ophelia returns several jewels.
I have remembrances of yours, that
I have longed long to re-deliver;
I pray you, now receive them.
No, not I; I never gave you aught.
My honoured.... you know right
well you did. And, with them,
words of so sweet breath composed
made the things more
Take these again; for to the noble
mind Rich gifts wax poor when
Are you honest? Are
What do you mean?
That if you are an honest mother,
your honesty should admit no
discourse to your beauty.
Could beauty alone have better
commerce than with motherhood?
Honesty? Ay, truly; for the power
of beauty will sooner transform
from what it is to a bawd
than the force of honesty can
translate beauty into his
likeness: this was sometime a
paradox, but now the time gives it
proof. I did love you once...
You should not
have believed me;
I did love you not...
Get that bastard to a nunnery: why
wouldst thou be a breeder of
am myself indifferent
honest; but yet I could accuse me
of such things that it were better
my mother had not borne me: I am
very proud, revengeful,
Hamlet discovers the camera. He
takes it and
talks to it.
offences at my beck than
I have thoughts to put them in,
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
Hamlet grasps Ophelia's arm and
obliges her to face the
lens of the camera.
Go thy ways to a nunnery. Where's
Let the doors be shut upon him,
may play the fool no where
but in his own house.
A NURSE enters and shoots Hamlet with a
O, help him, you sweet heavens.
If thou dost marry, I'll give thee
this plague for thy dowry: be thou
as chaste as ice, as pure as snow,
thou shalt not escape calumny. Get
him to a nunnery, go!
Or, if thou wilt needs marry,
marry a fool; for wise men know
well enough what monsters you make
of them. To a nunnery, go, and
quickly too. Farewell.
O heavenly powers, restore him!
Hamlet talks clumsily, until he faints.
I have heard of your paintings
too, well enough; nature has given
you one face, and you make
yourselves another: you jig, you
amble, and you lisp, and nick-name
nature's creatures, and make your
wantonness your ignorance. Go to,
I'll no more on't; it hath made me
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!
PHILADELPHIA'S MUSEUM OF ART. EXT/DAY.
Seated on a chair, with the Elsinor
mansion as background, Ophelia
speaks with a broken voice.
O, what a noble mind is here
o'erthrown! The smartest
sportsman, soulmate, father, hard-
worker, student, eye, tongue,
expectancy and rose of
this family company. The
fashion and the mould of form, The
observed of all observers, quite,
And I, of human beings most deject
and wretched, That shared the
honey of musical vows,
that noble and most sovereign
sweet bells jangled,
out of tune and harsh; That
unmatch'd form and feature of
blown youth Blasted with ecstasy:
O, woe is me,
tears; a zoom out
shows Polonius and
To have seen what I have seen, see
what I see!
Ophelia is taken out by Rosencrantz and
Love! his affections do not that
way tend; nor what he spoke,
though it lack'd form a little,
Was not like madness.
There's something in his soul,
O'er which his melancholy sits on
And I do doubt the hatch and the
disclose Will be some danger:
which for to prevent, I have in
quick determination Thus set it
down: he shall with speed to
Colombia, For the demand of our
neglected tribute. Haply the seas
variable objects shall expel This
something-settled matter in his
heart, Whereon his brains still
beating puts him thus From fashion
What think you
Do as you please;
if you hold it fit,
him first to show his own grief to
you.If you find him not, To
Bucaramanga send him, or confine
him where our doctors best shall
think It. Madness in great ones
must not unwatch'd go.
TOMLINSON THEATER. EXT/NIGHT.
Wearing suits and night-dresses, people
walk and talk. Hamlet
moves from one group to another. He
addresses Actor 1.
(to ACTOR 2)
You spoke the speech as I
to you, trippingly
on the tongue: were you mouthing
it, as many privileged actors do,
I'd have had to hire a pop-singer
to perform my lines.
Didn't I saw the air too much with
Not at all; in the very torrent,
as I may say, the
whirlwind of passion, you acquired
and begot a temperance that gave
smoothness to your movement.
it offends me to the soul to hear
a robusteous model tear a passion
to tatters, to very rags, to split
the ears of the groundlings, who
for the most part are capable of
nothing but inexplicable special
effects and persecutions.
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern approach
Hamlet. Hamlet shuns
Be not too tame neither.
I let my own discretion be my
tutor, suiting the action to the
word to the action.
With this special observance, that
you o'erstep not the modesty of
nature: for any thing so overdone
the purpose of playing,
whose end, both at the first and
now, was and is, to hold, as
'twere, the mirror up to nature;
Hamlet distinguishes Horacio in the
to show virtue her own feature,
scorn her own image, and the very
age and body of the time his form
Guildenstern laughs, Rosencrantz
Now this overdone, or come tardy
off, though it make the unskillful
laugh, cannot but make the
judicious commentator grieve; the
censure of the which one must in
your career o'erweigh a whole
theatre of uneducated fellows.
Actor 1 and 2 join a group of actors.
Horatio! Here, sweet friend, at
your service. Thou art e'en as
just a man as e'er my conversation
Horatio bends his knee. Hamlet does the
same. Dream-like, all
characters encircle them.
O my dear lord!
Nay, do not think I flatter; for
what advancement may I hope from
thee That no revenue hast but thy
good spirits, To feed and clothe
thee? Why should the poor be
flattered? No, let the candied
tongue lick absurd pomp, And crook
hinges of the knee
Where profit may follow fawning.
Hamlet caresses him.
Dost thou hear? Since my dear soul
was mistress of her choice And
could of men distinguish, her
election Hath seal'd thee for
herself; for thou hast been As
one, in suffering all, that
suffers nothing, A woman that
fortune's buffets and rewards.
Horatio attempts to stand up, but
Hamlet keeps him in his
Give me that man That is not
passion's slave, and I will wear
him in my heart's core, ay, in my
heart of heart, As I do thee.
Observe mine uncle.
If his occulted guilt Do not
itself unkennel in one speech, It
is a damned ghost that we have
Horatio exits. Hamlet
Polonious, who hastily
Polonious! You played once in the
university, you say?
I, I was accounted a good
What did you enact?
I did enact Julius Caesar: I was
killed in the Capitol; Brutus
(making a Joke;
It was a brute part of him to kill
so capital a calf there.
Polonious laughs. Gertrude and Claudius
my dear Hamlet, sit
No, good mother, here's metal more
Hamlet approaches Ophelia. He takes her
away as he talks.
Look you, how cheerfully my mother
looks, and my father died within
Nay, 'tis twice two months, my
So long? O heavens! die two months
ago, and not forgotten yet?.
A GARDEN [ SCRATCHED FOOTAGE]. EXT/DAY.
A middle-aged man and a woman make
love; they scream in
You are naught, you are naught!
I'll cut the scene.
The man lies on the bed exhausted. The
woman kisses him.
So many journeys may the sun and
moon Make us again count o'er
before love be done!
The man gets sleep and the woman lies
some flowers on him;
afterwards she leaves naked.
Anon comes in a fellow, pours poison in
the man's ears, and
a rash and bloody deed is
The woman returns; finds the man dead,
The Poisoner comes in again, seeming to
lament with her.
The dead body is carried away.
Is this film brief?
As woman's love.
The Poisoner kisses the woman in
consolation and they make
The film ends.
TOMLINSON THEATER. INT/NIGHT.
People are seated in front of the
screen. They look confused.
on the stage, handles a
guitar in his right hand.
Claudius claps first; everybody
What do you call the film?
You are as good as a chorus, my
I could interpret between you and
your love, if I could
You are keen, Hamlet, you are