Act Two
Act
Two Scene Two
Sub
Scene Six
Delight
is more with numbers.
“To
think, my lord, if you delight not in man, what Lenten entertainment the
players shall receive from you. We coted them on the way, and hither are
they coming to offer you service.”
“The
Lenten actors? I do delight in them.” Hamlet was cheerful once more. “I knew
them once.”
Every
actor or member of a playing troupe, would had with acting companies regularly
toured the country performing in many provincial communities and in a variety
of spaces ranging from town halls and churches, to large country houses. There
may be some who were professional acting troupes that were regionally based,
touring exclusively in the provinces. Some players ventured even further
afield, travelling and performing on the Continent at places such as Elsinore.
Such menwere likely to have been adaptable, hard-nosed experts in their own and
their troupe’s professional survival.
Hamlet
did his share during the initial period, to get the exposure of the scenes, and
the learn with the others, sharing their plight of acting and non-acting tasks,
when any task was welcomed for the taking. Hamlet with them was spared for the
actings came in in between space, little was he know it was the King who
arranged it. The period then were gaily celebrated and with the youth in their
mind, every item was not left untested. It was then Hamlet joined with
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern as one in love.
“He
that plays once for the King shall be welcome—his Majesty shall have tribute on
me.” The Lenten troupe did once performed for the King in their tour, much of
an accidental visit then by the King then but was ignored by Hamlet whiel he
did his performance. He heard nothing of the King’s visit In the pages, perhaps
a scant performance by the young was not worth the print on the pages except
one tabloid; the King not impressed with the Prince.
“The adventurous knight
shall use his foil and target, the lover shall not sigh gratis, the
humorous man shall end his part in peace, the clown shall make those laugh whose
lungs are tickle o’ th’ sear, and the lady shall say her mind freely, or the
blank verse shall halt for it. What players are we are but to constantly
improve.” Hamlet had spoken to the troupe when they felt the left down by the
King. “You will not dwell on trsgedies.”
The
troupe did went on with their expertise on tragedies as their worth, and
praised for it their works.
“Even those you were won’t to take such delight
in, the tragedians of the city.” Rosencrantz mocked the other that surely, the
troupe may reclaimed some previous delights.
“How chances it they travel? Their residence, both in reputation
and profit, was better both ways.” Hamlet inquired on the troupe since he last
acted with them.
“I think their inhibition comes by the means of the late
innovation.” Rosencrantz said to Hamlet.
“Do they hold the same estimation they did when I was in
the city? Are they so followed?” Hamlet queried on . “ Do they grow rusty?”
The worse to come of an actor was to be
said that knowing they have decayed in their acts. It was like a stab in the
chest, seen plainly and yet taken with the pain for they knew it was
forthcoming then.
“Nay, their endeavor keeps in the wanted
pace. But there is, sir, an aerie of children, little eyases, that cry out on
the top of question and are most tyrannically clapped for it. “ Rosencrantz
laments the new scene where children took the stage like their playground,
amusing the audience with their innocence. “These are now the fashion and so
berattle the common stages (so they call them) that many wearing rapiers
are afraid of goose quills and dare scarce come thither.”
“What, are they children? Who maintains
’em?” Hamlet asked. His thoughts flashed to that of Polonius, the Fishmonger he
named the other.
“How are they escoted? Will they pursue
the quality no longer than they can sing? Will they not say afterwards, if
they should grow themselves to common players (as it is most like, if their
means are no better), their writers do them wrong to make them exclaim against
their own succession?” Hamlet inquired. He had seen many of such actors.
“Faith, there has been much to do
on both sides, and the nation holds it no sin to tar them to controversy.
There was for a while no money bid for argument unless the poet and the player
went to cuffs in the question.”
“Is it possible?” Hamlet had his journey
shadowed by the King, unknown to him then, but he had seen the pitfalls of
others.
“ O, there has been much throwing about of
brains.” Guildenstern sighed.
“Do the boys carry it away?” Hamlet
continued with his care of the concern.
“Ay, that they do, my lord—Hercules and
his load too,” Rosencrantz assured Hamlet. “For now.”
Rosencrantz knew that the scenes of an
actor were tough, they may appear as flashes of brilliance and then st some
stages, depravity to the performance, and the actor discarded like trash.
Fickled is the scene, but for then the younger troupe seems to be taken care
of. It was how long they were be remained to be seen.
“It is not very strange; for my uncle is
King of Denmark, and those that would make mouths at him while my father lived;
then give twenty, forty, fifty, a hundred ducats apiece for his picture in
little.” Hamlet knew that his father King brought him fame with his wealth and
also belittled his rivals with it. In turn, now, the critics who assassinated
him, choose to pay well to see him perform. The wealth spins back and forth
like the changing seasons of the year.
“Such blood, there is something in this
more than natural, if philosophy could find it out. It exists in our society-wide
across the ranks.” Hamlet sighed. “It does stench like bad fishes, but the
monger may keep at it as seen fresh till rotted its flesh.”
Polonius was not far from Hamlet’s mind
for he fear for Ophelia’s sake, not her love anymore but her wellbeing.
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