Act Three
Act
Three Scene Two
Sub
Scene Two
The
audience arrived
Polonius,
Guildenstern, and Rosencrantz were the first to arrive. They looked at the
décor and held not their comments.
“A
drab for a play. Where are the garlands of flowers that normally side-lined the
walls? And what are these? A row of lilac; white in the shades they are? Are we
back to mourning?” Polonius will halt his scorn then. “Madness prevailed.”
“It’s
a murder play, and the flowers may lend themselves to the tragedy there.”
Rosencrantz had done similar plays and the theatre has changed the décor to
that of a funeral home. “He may have borrowed the idea from one of my other
plays.”
Which
one? The one where you played Imogen and Fidele; appearing as male when it’s a
female role.” Guildenstern looked at the other. “It was a queer play by a queer
crew for the more queer audience but the money was good.” It was the play
Cymbeline that Rosencrantz was to play the lead in an amusing manner.
“Do
not call them queer as it would identify us with them. They are an audience and
needed to see only males in the act. And the money was worth it.” Rosencrantz
cried out.
“And
you rose to the occasion.” Guildenstern held out the insult. “What was only to
me was seen by all.”
“It
was your act, but you made me do it.” Rosencrantz had objected to the play’s
call.
“Well,
I held the masculine physique, while your lack of curves, still more feline
appealed to them.”
“Yes,
I could tell by their encore. Outstanding to the forestanding. I have to admit
it was enticing hence I could not act what was displayed.” Rosencrantz smiled.
“You did live to your role later then.”
“We
did the encore and celebrated our fun lavishly. It wasn’t the Ritz but the wine
was well deserved.” Rosencrantz smiled. It was a rare outing for him in the
small circle of plays where the audience wants the play done differently, and
they did it with naught of covers on their frame. It was named art de natural;
the Greeks and Romans did it before.
“Hush,
you two. Hamlet approaches.: Polonius called out.
“How
now, my lord, will the King hear this piece of work?” Hamlet inquired.
“The
…dead King may find it …. Theatrically sound, but alas, the play is attended by
the Emperor and madam, I held no comments on their view.” Polonius decided not
to judge but let the jury decide.
“Then
we shall view them as the acts unfold. The audience shall be watched.”
“Watched?”
Rosencrantz was baffled. “Did he see us then? He was one with us then.”
“I
shan’t know. I was watching you all the time.” Guildenstern admitted his love
for only Rosencrantz.
“May
we ask?” Rosencrantz was to ask but Hamlet had moved on.
“Bid
the players make haste.” Hamlet approached the players. “We will soon have the
call soon ….to watch.”
Polonius
exits to attend to the Emperor and madam.
“Will
you two help to hasten them? I don’t want to be late on the call.” Hamlet
called on Rosencrantz. “Their dressing is tardy at times. Bend them well, my
dear.”
“Ay,
my lord.” Rosencrantz smiled before he looked to Guildenstern. “I think he was.
He called me my dear. He always did when he was at my rear. Bend them well, my
dear he will say.”
“Can
we move on? I need to pee.” Guildenstern pleaded.
“Shall
I hose it for you, my dear? Rosencrantz imitated Hamlet.
“Bend
them well, my dear. I need to holster it more.” They both laughed and left the
Hall..
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