Act Three
Act
Three Scene Two
Sub
Scene Nine
The
accusation of the accused
“The
fear of death is something that occurs between the ego and the superego, and
makes its appearance under two conditions: a reaction to an external danger and
as an internal process, as in melancholia,” Hamlet told Horatio when they were
the ones only ones in the Hall. Everyone had left; some were astounded, some
upset, why can’t they speak English all others; and sadly some were angered by
the play. Those included the Lenten Players.
“I guess it’s time to move on again.” The
players lament their lack of roots in any location. Such is the plight of the
players ever looking for the stage.
“Melancholia? I think the word evades my
understanding. “Horatio looked to Hamlet.
“It’s depression. It’s mine. I was with
myself; undecisive but not anymore.” Hamlet smiled. “The wounded deer go and
weep and let the uninjured heart play because some must watch while others
sleep – that’s the way of the world.”
“Wouldn’t that speech, together with a rich
costume and two rosettes on my shoes, get me a job as an actor if everything
else fails?” Hamlet smiled. “The last avenue to get some food into us; our
voice may lend us then if nothing works.”
Well, at least half a share,’ said Horatio.
“I can be your page.”
‘A whole one, I,’ said Hamlet. ‘Because you
should know by now, my fellow Dane, that this kingdom has lost Jove himself and
is now ruled by a peacock that struts like an Emperor…not without clothes, but
drab in guilt seen by others.”
“You might have used some rhyming!” Horatio
cautioned Hamlet. “Words whispered in these walls.”
“Plain is my accusations now. Oh, good Horatio. I’ll take the ghost’s
word for a bet of a thousand pounds. Did you see?’
“My lord.” Horatio nodded.
“When he talked of poisoning?” Hamlet raved
on. “I saw everything even in the dim light. As it was when then ghost told
me.”
“I need to be celebrated now.” Hamlet ran elatedly to the door and called
out.
“Some
music! Come, the recorders! If the king doesn’t like the play then he doesn’t
like it. Come, some music for I am cheerful now.”
Rosencrantz
and Guildenstern appeared and Hamlet grinned at them.
“My
good lord,” said Guildenstern. “Can I have a word?”
“Sir,
you can have a complete history,” said Hamlet. “Need I remind you of trust
among friends? I did stand behind you …No, it was Rosencrantz, while you dally
behind me. We had each other’s back then.”
“The
Emperor, sir…” Guildenstern begged to be heard.
‘Yes,
the one who said he is the Emperor. What about him? Has he died laid like
Caesar? Poisoned from the play? Caesar was not.”
“In
his chamber, seriously unwell,” Rosencrantz added.
“Drinking
his wine to quell his true guilt?” Hamlet chuckled there. “As if drinking may
clear our guilt.”
“No,
my lord, angry, rather.” Rosencrantz seemingly crafted to sneak in a word or
two on the conversation.
“You
would be wiser to tell him, I am the doctor; it would perhaps plunge him into a
far greater …. Anger I will attest..”
“My
good lord,” Guildenstern ay tethers then, “pay attention and don’t change imply
more than there was.”
“You
act like his true son. Perhaps as respect to the Emperor, and to the son, I
will.” Hamlet nodded. “As knave will to their lords. I’m listening, sir. Talk.”
“Your
mother is very upset and has sent me to you.”
Hamlet
bowed elaborately. ‘You are welcome,’ he said.”Mother never calls on me for all
matters that needed our love but scalding on the soul.”
“I
am sure she meant well for you,” Guildenstern assured Hamlet.
“As
if you knew her. Did you perhaps share her bed and listened to her bedtime tale?
I hardly remember mine.”
“No,
my lord, this mock courtesy is inappropriate. If you would like to give me a
proper answer I will be able to deliver your mother’s message. If not, your
dismissal of me and my return will end my business.”
“Sir,
I can’t.”
“Can’t
what, my lord?” Guildenstern needed the reply to the mother. It was the punishment
to be the emissary there, but as always, a message must be replied to.
“Did
you not know I am stricken with ….madness? Do you know what is that? I will
give you my book to read.” Hamlet looked at Guildenstern. “ It may give you a
proper answer.”
“But,
sir, whatever answer my mother desires I can give I will give you or, rather,
as you’ve said, my mother. So, no more of this, but to the point. My mother,
you say …” Hamlet frowns his expression with his right hand cradling his jaw
thinking of the reply.
“Then
this is what she says: your behavior has amazed and astonished her.”
Rosencrantz may be witty at times, and plain dumb like an ass to be admonished
by the stud.
‘Oh
wonderful son, that can astonish a mother like this! But isn’t there something
else that follows this mother’s amazement? Tell me.”
“She
wants to talk to you in her chamber before you go to bed.” Guildenstern said.
“Here’s a letter from the Emperor for you. Read it later.”
“We
will obey even if she were ten times our mother and ….father. Do you have any
more business with us?” Guildenstern turned but Rosencrantz lingered.
“My
lord,” Rosencrantz said. “You loved me once.”
(The
above lines were borrowed lavishly from https://nosweatshakespeare.com/plays/modern-hamlet/act-3-scene-2/. I humbly
declared here, and sincerely apologize for it. I had a tiring day of work and
reading the original passages did not help much until the above reading
assisted me to adapt here. My thanks and salutation.
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