ACT 5, SCENE 1
ENTER ⌜GRAVEDIGGER AND ANOTHER.⌝
⌜GRAVEDIGGER⌝
IS SHE TO BE BURIED IN CHRISTIAN BURIAL, WHEN SHE WILLFULLY SEEKS HER OWN SALVATION?
OTHER
I TELL THEE SHE IS. THEREFORE MAKE HER GRAVE STRAIGHT. THE CROWNER HATH SAT ON HER AND FINDS IT
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CHRISTIAN BURIAL.
⌜GRAVEDIGGER⌝
HOW CAN THAT BE, UNLESS SHE DROWNED HERSELF IN HER OWN DEFENSE?
OTHER
WHY, 'TIS FOUND SO.
⌜GRAVEDIGGER⌝
IT MUST BE ⟨SE OFFENDENDO;⟩ IT CANNOT BE
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ELSE. FOR HERE LIES THE POINT: IF I DROWN MYSELF WITTINGLY, IT ARGUES AN ACT, AND AN ACT HATH THREE BRANCHES—IT IS TO ACT, TO DO, TO PERFORM. ⟨ARGAL,⟩ SHE DROWNED HERSELF WITTINGLY.
OTHER
NAY, BUT HEAR YOU, GOODMAN DELVER—
⌜GRAVEDIGGER⌝
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GIVE ME LEAVE. HERE LIES THE WATER; GOOD. HERE STANDS THE MAN; GOOD. IF THE MAN GO TO THIS WATER AND DROWN HIMSELF, IT IS (WILL HE, NILL HE) HE GOES; MARK YOU THAT. BUT IF THE WATER COME TO HIM AND DROWN HIM, HE DROWNS NOT HIMSELF. ARGAL, HE
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THAT IS NOT GUILTY OF HIS OWN DEATH SHORTENS NOT HIS OWN LIFE.
OTHER
BUT IS THIS LAW?
⌜GRAVEDIGGER⌝
AY, MARRY, IS 'T—CROWNER'S 'QUEST LAW.
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Rudy: Think we've practiced this scene enough, how do you two feel?
Gravedigger: Yeah we can move on.
Other: We're good, got this locked down.
Rudy: Great, great. Uhh... from "A pestilence on him for a mad rogue", need to get that monologue down. Action!
⌜GRAVEDIGGER⌝
A PESTILENCE ON HIM FOR A MAD ROGUE!
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HE POURED A FLAGON OF RHENISH ON MY HEAD ONCE. THIS SAME SKULL, SIR, WAS, SIR, YORICK'S SKULL, THE KING'S JESTER.
HAMLET
THIS?
⌜GRAVEDIGGER⌝
E'EN THAT.
BERDLY
, ⌜TAKING THE SKULL⌝
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⟨LET ME SEE.⟩ ALAS, POOR YORICK! I KNEW HIM, HORATIO—A FELLOW OF INFINITE JEST, OF MOST EXCELLENT FANCY. HE HATH BORE ME ON HIS BACK A THOUSAND TIMES, AND NOW HOW ABHORRED IN MY IMAGINATION IT IS! MY GORGE RISES AT IT. HERE HUNG
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THOSE LIPS THAT I HAVE KISSED I KNOW NOT HOW OFT. WHERE BE YOUR GIBES NOW? YOUR GAMBOLS? YOUR
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SONGS? YOUR FLASHES OF MERRIMENT THAT WERE WONT TO SET THE TABLE ON A ROAR? NOT ONE NOW TO MOCK YOUR OWN GRINNING? QUITE CHAPFALLEN? NOW GET YOU TO MY
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LADY'S ⟨CHAMBER,⟩ AND TELL HER, LET HER PAINT AN INCH THICK, TO THIS FAVOR SHE MUST COME. MAKE HER LAUGH AT THAT.—PRITHEE, HORATIO, TELL ME ONE THING.
Rudy: Good! Or, good enough Berdly.
Berdly: Why, the words sprang from me I tell you, sir director.
Rudy: I'm sure. Uhhh... let's go to the funeral, "What is he whose grief?". Get into positions everyone. Ehh, good, that looks good. Alright, action!
HAMLET
, ⌜ADVANCING⌝
WHAT IS HE WHOSE GRIEF BEARS SUCH AN EMPHASIS, WHOSE PHRASE OF SORROW CONJURES THE WAND'RING STARS AND MAKES THEM STAND
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LIKE WONDER-WOUNDED HEARERS? THIS IS I, HAMLET THE DANE.
SUSIE
, ⌜COMING OUT OF THE GRAVE⌝
THE DEVIL TAKE THY SOUL!
HAMLET
THOU PRAY'ST NOT WELL.
⌜THEY GRAPPLE.⌝
I PRITHEE TAKE THY FINGERS FROM MY THROAT,
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FOR THOUGH I AM NOT SPLENITIVE ⟨AND⟩ RASH, YET HAVE I IN ME SOMETHING DANGEROUS, WHICH LET THY WISDOM FEAR. HOLD OFF THY HAND.
ASGORE
PLUCK THEM ASUNDER.
TORIEL
BERDLY! BERDLY!
ALL
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GENTLEMEN!
HORATIO
GOOD MY LORD, BE QUIET.
⌜HAMLET AND SUSIE ARE SEPARATED.⌝
HAMLET
WHY, I WILL FIGHT WITH HIM UPON THIS THEME UNTIL MY EYELIDS WILL NO LONGER WAG!
TORIEL
O MY SON, WHAT THEME?
HAMLET
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I LOVED OPHELIA. FORTY THOUSAND BROTHERS COULD NOT WITH ALL THEIR QUANTITY OF LOVE MAKE UP MY SUM. WHAT WILT THOU DO FOR HER?
Hamlet: Excellent! Alright, that was perfect, real emotions folks, that's what I like to see! Cast, you can go home now, get some rest for tomorrow. Got a couple of words for the crew. We're going to kill this thing I tell ya!
They exit.
