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The Minimal Rationalist HamletACT ISCENE 1. Elsinore. A Platform before the Castle. BERNARDO at his post. Enter MARCELLUS and HORATIO. Marcellus. Look, where it comes again! Enter GHOST. Bernado. Though art a scholar; speak to it, Horatio. Horatio. I don't believe in ghosts. Exeunt. SCENE 2. A Room of State in the Castle. Enter the KING, QUEEN, HAMLET. King.
Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death Queen. They are not here, my Lord. King. And you, my cousin Hamlet, and my son? Hamlet. Fine by me. Exeunt KING and QUEEN. Hamlet.
O! that this too solid flesh would melt, Exit. SCENE 3. The Platform. Enter HORATIO and HAMLET. Horatio.
It draws near the season Enter GHOST Ghost.
I am thy father's spirit; if ever him thou lov'st Hamlet. Rubbish! Exeunt. ACT IISCENE 1. A Room in the Castle. Enter KING, QUEEN, ROSENCRANTZ, GUILDENSTERN. King. Welcome, dear Rosencrantz and Guildenstern! Rosencrantz. Thanks, but there doesn't seem much for us to do. Guildenstern. So methinks we ought to go. Goodbye! Exeunt. SCENE 2. Another Room in the Castle. Enter POLONIUS, HAMLET. Polonius. The actors are come hither, my lord. Hamlet. Oh, send them away. Exeunt. ACT IIISCENE 1. A Room in the Castle. Enter HAMLET. Hamlet.
To be, or not to be: that is the question: Enter OPHELIA. Ophelia. Good my lord, I love you. Hamlet. Sorry, but I don't. Get thee to a nunnery. Ophelia. Oh, all right. Exeunt. SCENE 2. The Queen's Apartment. Enter QUEEN and HAMLET. Queen. Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended. Hamlet. Come, come, and sit you down: what have I done? Queen. Nothing actually: I was making it up. But hark, what noise? Hamlet. [Draws] How now! A rat? Dead, for a ducat, dead! Makes a pass through the arras. Queen. O! what a rash and bloody deed is this! Hamlet. No, it was a rat. Mother, you must get some poison. Exeunt. ACT IVSCENE 1. A Room in the Castle. Enter KING, QUEEN, HAMLET, OPHELIA, LAERTES. Ophelia. To-morrow is Saint Valentine's Day Hamlet.
Yes, that's right: you're obviously not mad. Queen. The queen carouses to the thy fortune, Hamlet. Hamlet. Good madam! King.
Gertrude, do not drink. Queen. Gosh, silly me! Thanks a bunch. Laertes. My lord, I'll hit him now. Hamlet. I'm bored with this. Let's stop and drink instead. Laertes. What a good idea. Exeunt, carousing. |
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