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- Here we go guys, we'll do it nice and smooth.
Can I have the first wall, please.
House lights on.
First tree, we're gonna put that on the mark.
That one goes over there,
you'll see the marking.
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(glass shattering)
House lights on.
Can I have the swords, one for Hamlet?
Awesome.
That's the one you practiced with, right?
- Ah, yes, I think so.
- The actors can come out.
Ophelia, there she is.
Oh, you look beautiful.
I love this dress.
I'm so glad we chose this one.
- I know.
- We're gonna, please go there with Hamlet and Laertes.
I heard the choreography yesterday was a little too intense.
What's going on over here?
I saw her spinning before.
Is that like a warmup?
- Yes. - Is that a thing we do?
So why don't we spin our way onto the set.
And these candles, this is for Gertrude's bedroom.
(exhales)
Okay.
Can we smoke it up please?
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- Everybody quiet on set, let's roll sound.
Roll camera.
Great, from the Horatio, scene one output, take one, mark.
(tense music)
- And action!
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- Tell my story.
The rest is silence.
- Although of Hamlet, our dear brother's death,
the memory be green.
The time hath come to set our grief aside.
Therefore our former sister, and now our queen,
we became man and wife.
How is it that the clouds still hang over you?
- Good Hamlet, cast your mourning clothing off
and let your eye look down with love on Denmark.
Do not forever with your down cast lids
seek for your noble father anymore.
You know, it's normal.
All that lives must die.
Passing through nature to eternity.
- I know it's normal, Mother.
- If you know, why seems it then so different with you?
- Seems?
No, it is.
I know not seems.
It's not alone my inky cloak, good mother,
nor customary suit so solemn black,
nor running river in my eye could describe me truly.
These indeed seem,
for they're the actions that a man might feign.
What I feel inside, is not pretense.
- It's good and commendable in your nature, Hamlet,
to reverently mourn your father's death.
But to persist in endless mourning is unmanly grief.
You are direct successor to our throne
and with no less nobility of love,
any caring father bears his son.
I offer up my love to you.
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For your intent to go back now to school at Wittenberg
does go against our prayers and our wishes.
- We do implore-
- And urge you to remain here,
in the cheer and comfort of our court.
Our foremost courtier and our cherished son.
- Let not your mother lose her prayers, Hamlet.
Please stay with us.
And don't return to Wittenberg.
- I will obey your wishes,
my dear mother.
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Oh that this too, too sullied flesh would melt,
thaw, dissolve itself into a dew.
Or that the everlasting can not set his laws
against self slaughter.
God, oh God, how weary, stale, flat,
and unprofitable seem to me all the workings of this world.
Heaven and earth, must I remember?
Within a month she married almost wicked speed
to race with such alacrity, to incestuous sheets.
My God, a beast that lacks all sense of reason
would have mourned longer!
But she...
Married my uncle.
My father's brother,
but no more like my father than I to Hercules.
It cannot and it will not come to good.
Horatio?
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(laughing)
What brings you here from school at Wittenberg?
- A truant disposition.
- I know my fellow student is not a truant.
- Hamlet, Hamlet, Hamlet!
- Oh.
What a piece of work is a man.
How noble in reason, how infinite in faculties,
informed and moving, how express and admirable in action.
How, like an angel in apprehension, how like a-
- God.
(chuckles)
- The beauty of the world, the Paragon of animals.
And yet to me, what is this quintessence of?
- Dust.
- There are more things in heaven and earth Horatio
than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
Now, what's brought about this unexpected visit?
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- Your father's unexpected funeral.
- Not my mother's unexpected wedding?
- Her hasty wedding came as a surprise.
- Thrift, thrift, Horatio.
The cooked meats left uneaten at my father's funeral
were coldly served up at my mother's wedding.
- Wedding.
(laughing)
- When I had met my dearest foe in heaven,
than live to see that hellish day, Horatio.
And throughout it all,
I still see my father.
- See?
Where?
- Here.
And in my mind's eye.
(chuckles)
- He was a goodly king.
- He was a man.
And even with his faults,
I shall not look upon his like again.
(sighing)
- Hamlet...
I think I saw your father,
late last night.
- Saw?
- Yes. - My father?
- For two nights has the spirit
of your father appeared before me.
- Did he speak?
- He lifted his head as if to speak, but said nothing,
and vanished before my sight.
- My father's spirit?
- His face was filled with sorrow and despair.
- I fear some foul play and foul deeds will rise.
(loud thunder)
- Hear me, Hamlet.
I am doomed to walk the earth until the crimes
done to me in my life are burnt and purged away.
- Crimes?
- If ever you did love your dearest father, revenge,
my foul and most unholy murder.
- Murder?
- Murder most foul.
While sleeping in my orchard,
a serpent stung me.
Dear Hamlet, know the serpent that did take your father's
life now wears his crown.
- My uncle?
- Yes, that incestuous, adulterous beast,
with evil overtures and sensual lust did seduce with guile
my seeming virtuous queen.
Asleep within my garden,
your uncle stole upon me as I slept
and poured a poison potion down my ear.
And by my brother's hand was I usurped of life,
of crown, of queen and left for dead
with all my imperfections unconfessed.
Let not the royal bed of Denmark be a couch
for infidelity, and incest.
Revenge my foul murder or I'm damned.
- Alas poor ghost.
I will remember you.
I will not let your soul be cursed
to walk upon this earth for all eternity.
I will not sleep until you are revenged.
Oh, villain, villain, smiling.
Damn villain.
How one may smile, smile and be a villain.
- The time is out of joint.
- Oh fateful night.
That ever I was born to set it right.
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(laughing)
- For Hamlet's letter and this trifle of his favor.
It is just a passing fancy and nothing more.
A rose bud in the bloom of a young man's nature.
Passing, not permanent.
Sweet, nothing more.
- Nothing?
- No, nothing.
His high rank means his will is not his own.
And he is enslaved forever to his birth.
Just think what loss your honor may sustain
if with too trusting ear, you hear his songs,
or you lose your heart, or...
your chaste treasure open
to his relentless royal overtures.
Fear it, Ophelia.
Fear it and remember my sister dear,
best safety lies in fear.
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- I'll keep in mind your warning while you're gone.
But, dear brother, do not as some impious pastors do,
show me the steep and thorny path to heaven,
while like a vein and reckless libertine
the path of promiscuity you take and turn deaf ear
on your own advice.
- Fear not.
- Yet here, Laertes?
(stuttering)
Abort, abort.
For shame!
The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail
and you're still here.
Fare ye well.
(playful music)
- Most humbly do I take my leave, dear father.
(grunting)
Remember well, what I've said to you.
- It's locked within my memory.
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- What is it Ophelia, that he has said to you?
- He spoke of something doing with Lord Hamlet.
- Tell me what it is between both you and Hamlet.
- [Ophelia] He has of late made many tender shows
of his affection to me.
- And you believe these tender shows of his?
- I do not know, dear father, what to think.
- Then I'll tell you.
Stop acting like a little-
Stop acting like a wanton.
- My Lord, he has expressed his love
to me in honorable fashion.
- Aye, fashion you may call it.
Foolish, foolish girl.
- He's sworn the love he feels for me is true.
- Be wary daughter, of Lord Hamlet's vows.
Do not believe his words or cunning thoughts.
I will not in plain terms from this time forth,
allow you to spend time alone with him, or,
you to speak a single word to him.
- I shall obey, my Lord.
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(laughing)
(gentle piano music)
(laughing)
- My Lord-
(playful music)
(clears throat)
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- Polonius.
Dear Gertrude has says he's found
the very source of Hamlet's strange behavior.
- I'm sure it's nothing more than we have discussed.
His father's death and our over-hasty marriage.
- My Lord, since brevity is the soul of wit,
I will be brief.
Your noble son is mad,
his madness manifests itself in myriad-
- More meaning, with the less art.
- Madam, I swear I use no art at all.
Lord Hamlet sent this letter to my daughter.
"To the celestial and most beauteous Ophelia,
"and her excellent white breasts-
"Bosom, bosom, bosom."
- Hamlet sent this to her?
- Yes, yes, madam.
"Doubt that the stars are higher,
"doubt that the sun is above,
"doubt truth to be a liar,
"but never doubt I love.
(sniggering)
"Oh dear, Ophelia, I am yours forevermore, Hamlet."
- Has she received his love?
- I gave her stringent orders that she should not.
That she should lock herself against any approaches.
Admit no messengers, receive no tokens.
Rejection, rejection is the cause of Hamlet's madness.
- How can we be certain?
- You know, he always walks alone there in the hallway.
I'll have Ophelia waiting there for him.
- And?
- We'll hide ourselves and we'll see what happens.
- We will do it.
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- My Lord.
The player King has arrived.
(chuckling)
- Welcome!
Old friend.
- Thank you my Lord.
- So what shall we have the actors perform for us?
- A comedy? - No.
I once saw you perform a play called The Murder of Gonzago.
- Aye my Lord.
- Could you perform it tomorrow night?
- Certainly my Lord.
- And could you learn a speech of some 12 or 16 lines
which I would write for-
- Hamlet.
- Aye, my Lord.
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- Then go, make you ready.
You are welcome to Elsinore Castle.
- Thank you, my Lord.
- My Lord.
Follow me this way.
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- For all I know, my father's ghost might be the work
of the devil trying to deceive and damn me.
I'll have these actors enact the murder
of my father as described to me by the ghost
before my uncle.
I'll observe my uncle closely.
If he but blink at the moment of poisoning,
I'll know for sure he's guilty, and...
And I'll kill him.
The play's the thing
wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King.
I swear it, I swear it, I swear it,
I swear it, I swear it!
(heavy breathing)
(ethereal music)
Father who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name.
(muttering)
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To be...
Or...
Not to be.
That is the question.
Whether it is nobler in the mind to suffer
the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune.
- Or, take arms against a sea of troubles and by opposing,
end them.
- To die, to sleep,
no more.
- And by sleep, to say-
- We end the heartache of a thousand natural shocks
the flesh is air to.
'Tis a consolation devoutly to be wished, to die.
- To sleep.
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- To sleep,
perchance to dream.
- But in that sleep of death,
what dreams may come when we have shuffled
off this mortal coil, this...
must give us pause.
- The dread of something after death.
- Yes, the undiscovered country from whose borders
no traveler returns.
- And this makes us rather bare those ills we have.
- Than fight to others that we know not of.
(sighing)
- Thus conscience does make cowards of us all.
- And we lose the name.
- Of action. - Of action.
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- Remember me, Hamlet.
Revenge my foul murder.
Revenge me.
Swear it.
- I swear.
- Swear it.
- I swear.
I swear it, I swear it, I swear it, I swear it,
I swear it, I swear it, I swear it!
(sobbing)
I swear it!
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- Get what you can from him. - I shall, my Lord.
- Ophelia, sit you down here.
Gracious King so please you,
we will conceal ourselves behind the tapestry.
Pray you on this book,
with feigned devotion.
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Sit.
- How does my Lord on such a lovely day?
- Well.
Well.
- What are you reading, my Lord?
- Words.
(chuckling)
Words.
- My Lord.
I have this gift of yours and some poems.
And I ask you now to kindly take them back.
- No, not I.
I never gave you those.
- My honor, Lord, you know right and well you did.
And with them words of such sweet breath composed,
made them all the more rich.
Please take these gifts you gave me back again.
Such gifts prove poor when the giver proves unkind.
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- I did love you, once.
- Indeed, my Lord.
You made me think you did.
- Well, you should not have believed me.
I love you not.
- Then I was deceived.
- Are you honest?
- Honest? - Yes.
If so, get thee to a nunnery.
Why would you be a breeder of sinners?
What do you expect from men?
We are all utter knaves.
Believe none of us.
Make your way to a nunnery.
Where is your father?
- At home, my Lord.
- Let the doors be shut upon him
so that he may play the fool nowhere but in his own house.
Farewell.
- Oh, help him, sweet heavens.
- And if you must marry, marry a fool.
For wise men know only too well what monsters
you make of them.
To a nunnery, go.
And quickly too.
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(chuckling)
Farewell.
- Oh, heavenly powers, restore him.
(tense music)
- I have seen your painted faces all too often.
God has given you one face
and you change it to another.
You dance, you sigh, you flirt,
you cover up your wantonness with feigned innocence.
Enough.
I'll no more of it.
It has made me mad.
I say that from this day forward,
we will have no more marriages.
Those that are married already, shall live on.
Except one.
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To a nunnery.
Go.
(sobbing)
(gentle music)
(wind rushing)
- It is not so! - Think for a moment.
- Madness?
Mad for love?
His actions did not point in that direction.
- Perhaps, but I believe the origin and cause
of his wild grief resulted from rejected love.
- I know there's something in his very soul
on which his melancholy grows and broods.
And I do fear and sense the end result will lead to danger
which we must prevent.
(gentle piano music)
He must be sent to England without delay.
His death there has been prearranged.
See to it.
- I will, but if we wait until the play is over,
his mother could all alone entreat him to speak his mind.
Let her be blunt with him.
And I, I could stay within ear's range.
And if she cannot calm him, then I-
- We'll send him on a fateful trip to England.
(chuckling)
(wind rushing)
To England. - To England!
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- Horatio. - Mm?
- You are as wise as you are just.
- Am I? - Yes.
And since my soul, mistress of my mind,
she has cherished you the most above all others.
- Me?
- She's chosen you for herself
because you are a soul who is suffering all,
has suffered nothing.
A man whose fortunes, downfalls, and rewards you take
with equal grace.
(chuckles)
- Do I?
- Give me the man who is not passion's slave
and I will hold him in my heart's core.
Yes, in my heart of hearts, as I do you.
(gentle piano music)
- And I do you.
- I can't believe I am alive to say
my father's murderer's still unpunished.
He that killed my father, whored my mother,
dashed my future hopes, is still alive.
- How circumstances all have turned against you.
- Then Denmark has been turned into a prison.
- Then is the world one?
- Oh, a large one, with many dungeons,
Denmark being the worst.
- I do not think so.
There's nothing good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
- Do you not think that fate calls upon me to smite
my sinful uncle with my sword?
And will I not be damned if I allow this canker of my being
commit more evil?
(sighing)
- And all the heartfelt sorrows that beset you,
now spur you to revenge.
(dramatic music)
- There is a scene
that I have written for the play,
which mirrors what the ghost described to us.
Observe my uncle.
If his hidden guilt is not revealed
within the opening scene,
it is a demon ghost that spoke to us.
We'll match our thoughts up when the play is done.
- I'll watch his every move.
(tense music)
(sighing)
- From this time forth,
our thoughts be bloody,
or they be nothing at all.
(dramatic music)
(audience applaud)
(bright music)
- For us and our tragedy,
we welcome you to our play.
(audience applaud)
- My limbs grow weak,
and now I would end the tedious day with sleep.
(tense music)
- What do you call the play?
- The Mouse Trap.
The play's a reenactment of a murder done in Vienna.
Gonzago is the King's name.
It's a navish act, but what of that, Your Majesty?
For those of us with sinless souls matters not.
(tense music)
(audience applaud)
This is one Lucianus, brother to the king.
Begin murderer.
Come the croaking raven cries for revenge.
- What black hands poised, drugs set,
the time agreeing.
No mortal is about, no creature seen.
Thy mixture rank of midnight weeds collected,
distilled three times to infected.
With such strength and lethal potency,
a healthy soul expires.
Helplessly.
(tense music)
(groaning)
(electricity humming)
(giggling)
(hissing)
(choking)
(wicked laughing)
(audience applaud)
- You shall see now.
(audience applaud)
You shall now-
You shall now see how the murderer gets the love
of King Gonzago's wife.
(tense music)
- Ah.
- What's wrong?
- Lights.
Lights.
Give me light!
- Stop the play.
(tense music)
- Did you see his face at the moment of poisoning?
- The ghost spoke the truth.
(laughing)
- Hamlet! - Polonius.
- Come. - Hamlet-
- Some music!
Shall we dance?
- Hamlet, stop!
My Lord!
(wind whistling)
The Queen would speak with you, without-
Without delay.
- I will come to my mother by and by.
- I will say so.
(grunting)
- By and by is easily said.
- Easily, I will say so. - He will say so.
- I will!
(mocking barking)
I will say so!
(thunder cracks)
(electricity buzzes)
- It is now the very witching time of night
where church yards yawn and hell itself breeds
out contagion to this world.
But now could I drink hot blood and do such bitter business
as the day would quake to look on.
And now off to my mother.
Let me be cruel with her, but not overly so.
I will speak daggers to her,
but use none.
(sighing)
(tense music)
- Hurry, he's on his way.
(door creaking)
Be blunt with him.
I'm going to conceal myself behind the screen.
(tense music)
- Mother, mother, mother, mother.
Mother, what's the matter?
- Hamlet, you have your father much offended.
- Mother, you have my father much offended.
- Come, come, you answer with a willful tongue.
- Go go, you question with a wicked tongue.
- Don't speak to me like that.
- What's the matter?
- Have you forgot who I am?
- You are...
the queen.
Your husband's brother's wife.
When it were not so, you were my mother.
- All right then.
I'll call for those who'll curb your tongue.
- You shall not budge or move.
Now hold still and look until you see inside your very soul.
- What?
Will you murder me?
Help!
(tense music)
- How now, a rat.
Dead as a doornail.
(tense music)
(grunting)
- What have you done?
(panting)
- Is it the king?
- What a rash and bloody deed is this.
- A bloody deed.
Almost as bad good mother, as kill a king
and marry with his brother.
- As kill a king?
- Yes, Mother.
That's what I said.
(tense music)
How rash and wretched fool.
Farewell.
Took you for your better.
(tense music)
Take your fortune.
You ring your hands.
But I will ring your heart.
- What have I done?
- An act that makes your marriage vows
as false as gambler's oats.
- What act?
- Look, here, upon this picture.
And...
On this, the true to life depiction of two brothers.
Behold, the grace and power of his face.
And I like Mars to threaten and command.
This was your husband.
Look you now what follows.
Here is your husband.
Like an abscessed ear, pale against his wholesome brother.
Have you eyes?
You turn from this, to this?
What are you, blind?
(chuckles)
Eyes without feeling, feeling without sight.
You cannot call it love.
For at your age, the heyday of your passion
grows tame and weak.
Oh blush, have you no shame?
- Hamlet.
Speak no more.
You have turned my eyes into my very soul,
and there I see indelible black spots
that will not fade away.
- I do not live and wallow in a rank and loathsome bed,
stewed in corruption with incestuous sheets.
- Don't say another word.
Your words, like daggers through my ears.
No more, sweet Hamlet.
- A murderer and villain, a cutthroat of the kingdom
and the state who stole the crown upon my father's head,
and placed it on his own.
- No more.
- King of shreds and patches.
- No more.
(tense music)
- I must be cruel, only to be kind.
(dramatic music)
(thunder cracking)
Protect me with your grace and outstretched wings.
- I come to stir your soul, to take revenge.
Look there.
Amazement on your mother's eyes.
Go step between her and her tortured soul,
but howsoever you revenge my murder,
don't take her life.
Leave her to heaven.
Speak to her.
- Please, do not come before me anymore.
Your soulful look brings tears into my eyes.
- Revenge me.
- Who do you see?
With whom do you speak?
- Did you see nothing?
- Nothing at all.
- Nor heard nothing.
- No.
- My father, I saw my father.
- This ghostly appearance is but madness.
- Save your soul.
Confess yourself to heaven.
Repent your past.
Avoid a tragic future.
- Oh, Hamlet.
You split my trembling heart in two.
- I'll throw away the evil part,
and live far purer with the other half.
(tense music)
To England I've been ordered.
- I know.
(solemn music)
- [Hamlet] What is a man, if the chief goal
and focus of his life
be but to sleep and eat.
Once in my heart, I had a fear of death
that would not let me sleep.
But now I see there's a divinity that shapes
all of our ends, no matter what we will or say or do.
And life ends faster than you can count one.
Resign yourself to fate.
Just let it be.
Let it be.
(sobbing)
(dramatic music)
Let it be, let it be, let it be,
let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be,
let it be, let it be!
- Cut!
(sobbing)
Cut!
(gentle piano music)
- Let it be, let it be, let it be.
- Moving on.
- Let it be, let it be.
- Moving on.
- Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be.
(dramatic music)
- Where is the handsome son of Denmark?
(muttering)
♪ Tomorrow is Saint Valentine's day ♪
♪ Y'all early in the morning ♪
♪ And I a maid at your window stood ♪
♪ To be your valentine ♪
♪ Then look he rose and donned his clothes ♪
♪ And opened the chamber door ♪
♪ And then the maid that was a maid ♪
♪ But isn't anymore ♪
She says, before you tumbled me, you promise me to wed.
He answers, so would I have done by yonder sun,
if you hadn't come to my bed.
(laughing)
My brother shall know of it.
- Sister.
♪ By Jesus and Saint Charity ♪
♪ A lack and cry for shame ♪
♪ Young men will do it ♪
♪ And then you'll rue it ♪
♪ By cock ♪
Ophelia!
- They are to blame.
(laughing)
- How long has she been like this?
- Ever since your father's death.
- I will be revenged.
(uneasy music)
- There's rosemary.
That's for remembrance.
- Kind sister.
Sweet Ophelia.
- Pray you, love.
Remember me.
(gasps)
- Ah heavens.
Is it possible a young maid's witch be as mortal
as an old man's life?
(gentle music)
- There's fennel for you.
And columbines.
That's for infidelity.
There's rue for you.
That's for repentance.
I would give you some violets for faithfulness but,
they withered when my father died.
- Oh God.
- Come with me, my child.
- Come, my coach.
Goodnight ladies.
Goodnight, sweet ladies.
Goodnight (laughing).
Goodnight.
- By heaven, her madness will be revenged.
(tense music)
- My Lord.
I have a letter here from Lord Hamlet
delivered by sailor.
- "Reverent King,
"know that I've returned to your kingdom.
"I ask your pardon and beg leave to see you,
"when I shall explain the circumstances of my return."
- Do you recognize the writing?
- It's clearly Hamlet's hand.
Leave us.
(tense music)
- It cures the very sickness in my heart
that I shall live to tell him face to face,
you are a dead man.
- If he comes back, what would you undertake
to show yourself your father's son,
in deed as well in word?
- I'd cut his throat in church.
- If he returns, I shall devise his death
in such a way shall not fail to fall
and make it all look like an accident.
So even Gertrude will not know the truth.
- And I will be the agent of his fall.
- If he returns, I'll praise your swordsmanship
and challenge him to meet you in a bout.
I'll make a wager he shall outdo you.
He, unsuspecting, will not notice if you use a foil
whose tip you have unblunted.
And thus, you shall revenge your father's death.
- Hell, when I unblunt my foil,
I'll dip the point in poison
I have brought with me from France.
So mortal that a knife that's dipped in it brings instant
death with just a little scratch.
- In case that fails, we need a second plan.
When from the bout, he gets a little thirsty,
I'll offer him a drink that's tinged with poison.
(tense music)
(dramatic music)
- [Hamlet] What is this quintessence of dust?
What is this quintessence of dust, of dust, of dust?
(tense guitar music)
(thunder rumbles)
- A spade, a spade, for and a shrouding sheet.
Oh, ah.
Pit of clay shall soon be made,
for my newest guest to greet.
Oh, ah. - Whose grave is this?
- Mine, sir.
- I think it yours indeed.
For you lie in it.
- You lie outside it, sir.
Therefore it is not yours.
I do not lie in it.
And yet it is mine.
(laughing)
- You do lie in it.
To be in it and say it's yours.
It's for the dead.
- Therefore you lie for all eternity.
- Only the dead lie for all eternity.
(tense music)
- What man did you dig it for?
- No man, sir.
- What woman then?
- None neither.
- Who is it to be buried in it?
- One who was a woman,
but knowingly drowned herself and would have been denied
Christian burial had not she had been a lady
of good birth and wealth.
- How long have you been a grave maker?
- Since the very first day that the young Lord Hamlet
was born, he that is mad,
and been sent to England.
- Why was he sent to England?
- Because he was mad.
He shall recoup his wits there.
If not, it makes no difference there.
- Why?
- Because all the men there are as mad as he is.
- How did he become mad?
- By losing his wits.
- Upon what ground?
- Upon these grounds right here in Denmark.
- How long will a man live in the earth before he rots?
- If he's not rotten before he dies...
we have many of those nowadays,
it may last eight or nine years.
Here's a skull that's been laying in the earth for many-
(thunder cracks)
Years.
- Whose was it?
- This very skull sir?
Who do you think?
- I do not know.
- This very skull was Yorick's skull.
The King's jester.
(chuckling)
- Sir Yorick.
- This? - Yes.
- Alas, poor Yorick.
I knew him well.
Fellow of infinite jokes, flights of fancy.
He bore me on his back a thousand times.
Here, upon those lips I kissed as a child.
I know not how often.
Where be your jibes now?
Your songs, your flashes of merriment,
that made the courts roar.
(thunder rumbling)
(solemn music)
- Lay her in the earth and from her fair unpolluted flesh,
may violets spring.
- Sweets to the sweet.
Farewell.
I hoped you would have been Hamlet's wife.
- Ophelia.
- Devil take your soul. - I loved Ophelia.
- Love?
Love you call it?
- Take Hamlet away, Horatio.
And you Gertrude, watch your son closely.
(solemn music)
We'll bring an end to this shortly.
(thunder cracks)
- There's a divinity that shapes all of our ends.
(grunting)
- You will lose the wager, my Lord.
- I shall win.
But you can't imagine how I feel inside.
- I'm gonna tell the king you're not fit to fence.
- No, no, no, no.
We defy fate.
There is a special providence in the fall of the sparrow.
If it be now-
- Then it's not to come.
- And if it be yet to come-
- It will be now.
- And if it be not now-
- Yet, it will come.
- Be ready for it all.
- [Both] Just let it be.
(dramatic music)
- Come Hamlet, come and take Laertes' hand.
- Forgive the utter rashness of my actions.
Excuse my madness and accept my love.
- I do receive your love and I will not wrong it.
- You know the wager?
- I do.
- If you should get the first or second hit,
the king shall drink to Hamlet's princely skill.
- My Lords.
Begin!
(grunting)
(chuckling)
(grunting)
(laughing)
- A touch.
- A hit.
A very palpable hit.
(clapping)
- Come, again.
- Wait.
Hamlet, have a drink.
Come, just a sip.
- I'll play this bout first.
Come, Laertes.
- Begin!
(grunting)
(laughing)
- Another hit!
What say you? - A touch, a touch,
I do confess.
(clapping)
- Our son shall win.
- The queen salutes her son with all her heart.
- I dare not drink yet, Mother.
Wait a while.
- To our son's victory.
(tense music)
- Come, for the third, Laertes.
(tense music)
(thunder cracks)
(grunting)
- What treachery is this?
- My son.
(dramatic music)
Poison.
- What treachery is this?
- Hamlet.
You are slain.
No medicine in the world can save you now.
The treacherous instrument was in your hand.
Unblunted and in venom,
the foul device has now been turned on me.
And I die too.
I am justly killed by my own treachery.
Your mother's poisoned.
And the King's to blame.
(dramatic music)
- Follow my mother.
(gasping)
(shouting)
(dramatic music)
- Forgive me, Hamlet.
(tense music)
- My Lord.
- I may be dead,
but you'll live on.
- Not for long.
- If you ever did love me, do not do it.
What's happened here cannot be left unknown.
Tell my story.
The rest is silence.
(sobbing)
(gentle music)
- [Horatio] Let me speak to the yet unknowing world,
how these things came about.
Bloody and unnatural acts
of deaths brought on by evil, cunning and deceit,
all this will I truly tell.
(tense music)
(gentle music)
(gentle piano music)