Kate Aksonova. ACTOR PLAYS HAMLET.

©Катерина Аксьонова

    Kate Aksonova. ACTOR PLAYS HAMLET.


    ©Катерина Аксьонова

    Play in Russian "Актёр играет Гамлета"
    Revision March 2015. More about play Play after play.


    Translation Katherina Aksonova, May 2014.

    Revision August 2014.

    Idea September 2013.


    Performance is for one male actor.


    Play dedicated to all actors who play and dream about perform role of Hamlet.

    Quotations: William Shakespeare. Hamlet Prince of Denmark.

    Character: ACTOR.


    Scene 1.

    Actor plays Hamlet turned over chair
barefoot actor storyboard for theatre

    The table is on stage. Book lays on table, “Shakespeare” written on the fly-leaf. Shakespeare’s bust is near the book. Turned over chair is on the floor nearby the table.

    ACTOR enters. Man in black turtle-neck sweater, black trousers, barefoot. Actor’s age and appearance doesn’t matter.

    Actor bends forward and puts chair straight.

    Actor plays Hamlet Hamlet like Ghost in lonelinees
angry back of the chair one man show

    ACTOR: Ghost, why Ghost? It would be better to begin the story with Hamlet. He is wandering like Ghost in his loneliness.
    No. Director; he rejected me at the end of casting; told me that I must read again, until I experience everything myself. How?!

    Actor takes back of chair and holds it tight till he manages with his anger and puts his hands away.

    ACTOR: Till I understand everything myself. Until text become my breathing. I don’t come to play Hamlet. I am Hamlet. His words I know better than thoughts in my brain. I could, I must play him now. Why they didn’t notice?

    Actor takes and looks at Shakespeare’s bust.

    Actor plays Hamlet actor takes Shakespeares bust 
Hamlet is dream for all men actors

    ACTOR: Tell me, how could you wrote this? Where did you find these words? How did your Hamlet manage to live longer than you? And he lives till now. Personage became the dream for all man – actors who are in existence on earth. Mute! I have a lot of questions to you, just as everyone who performs your plays. You were mastermind. I dream about become equal ... at least to your great character.

    Actor hard embraces Shakespeare’s bust, sits down on chair and starts pensively swings himself from side to side.

    Actor plays Hamlet Actor sits on the chair Ghost is 
herald of the and stromger than Hamlet speaks confidently

    ACTOR (talks slowly, frankly to Shakespeare’s bust): Ghost, you played him. Perhaps it is the reason why he came first. Herald of decease. Majesty of power. But you were wrong. Hamlet was stronger in his grief and misery. After he died on your pages, he lived since that time.

    Actor stands up and puts bust on the table carefully, like made from crystal.

    Actor plays Hamlet Actor puts bust on table takes book 
from table Mutter words than scream out words

    ACTOR: Enough consideration, I must return to my role. Prepare. I’ll show them which person Hamlet is. I’ll prove. I deserve it. I will read till visible image of Danish Prince appears from the lines.

    Actor takes the book and at beginning mutters text, later cries out it on the loudest potentiality of his voice.

    Actor plays Hamlet How could be lot of sun Actor takes book 
in hands stays on the left of the chair which is in the middle of stage

    ACTOR: Not so, my lord; I am too much i' the sun. How could be the sun too much? When we first time see Hamlet he is quiet till King addresses to him. Hamlet is adult he could be the King himself. And he is speechless here, till uncle spoke to him. Was Prince shy? Do I need add timidity in my voice? But no, he is Prince. He can’t be bashful.
    I am too much i' the sun. He is impertinent! Never he will be silent.
    Comedy. They were laughing when Shakespeare was playing in this performance. It was parody to work of Erasmus from Rotterdam. Erasmus forgot. Hamlet is the one who stays. He is insolent.
    I feel pain in his words. I am too much i' the sun. He didn’t resign himself to father’s death. Did he suspect King was murdered? Or deepness of his sorrow gave him courage to conversation about death. Death which was accepted calmly by his brother.
    Hamlet feels deeper than he reveals outside. I understand him. Myself... I try to find, rush about and have difficulty in display my feelings... For me is not enough showing external. I never satisfied with my performance, I know that I can give more.
    Critics and praise never open all truth. I am best critic for myself. I look at mirror like spectator. I admire myself, my performance and forget about hero. Because of that I haven’t mirrors at home. They disturb. It is all exterior. Tinsel.

    I know not 'seems.'
    'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,
    Nor customary suits of solemn black,
    Nor windy suspiration of forced breath,
    No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,
    Nor the dejected 'havior of the visage,
    Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief,
    That can denote me truly: these indeed seem,
    For they are actions that a man might play:
    But I have that within which passeth show;
    These but the trappings and the suits of woe.

    Yes, yes. I have that within which passeth show. Truth, not acting is inside me. And I live like Hamlet, until curtain will separate me from spectators and bring back to usual world. There, where I have to live as myself. Being in front of the audience makes me feel alive.
    Stage. Boards. I perform and live. I wait when all repeat again. Curtain opens, I am back at my world. All talks about theatre are for nothing. Hamlet hankers for suicide.

    Reads anguished.

    O, that this too too solid flesh would melt
    Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!
    Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd
    His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God!
    How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable,
    Seem to me all the uses of this world!
    Fie on't! ah fie! 'tis an unweeded garden,
    That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature
    Possess it merely.

    Mother chose next husband. The one who wasn’t suitable for preference. How can I perform that? Where I will find facet, colours, for role to shine. Should I show offended by mother? Edip’s complex. Silly. No, I won’t act like that.
    Wrong man has the throne. Maybe I could play jealousy. Has Hamlet tortures of pride? No. What about mother’s crime? Incest.
    As it was written. Not my invention. Word after word. I see Hamlet alive and feel all his urges. My target is to persuade audience to believe me... Eventually, director will say this actor will play Hamlet. He is acceptable for that role. Role fits actor like glove to his hand.

    Actor sits down on stage. His chin touches his chest. Eyes closes. He smiles.

    Actor plays Hamlet Actor lays on the stage chin touch
chest eyes closed smiling performing success acknowledgement great calling be an actor

    ACTOR: Acting, success, recognition. (opens eyes and looks round audience if it was ten time bigger). All this eyes look only at you. People breathe and keep silent with you. To be an actor is great calling. And cross which press you against stage. How I perform Hamlet? I?! I have to force them to forget about previous one, who walked on that stage.

    Actor hits stage by his palm. Then solicitous, tender strokes stage.

    ACTOR: Oh, stage. You memorize everything and remember everyone. Quiet, speechless critic. I can’t hear your applauds, through stamp of actor’s feet who walked on you. You will help me. You always helped. They will forget about preceding actors. On stage I will be Hamlet.

    Actor raises sleeve of his sweater, looks at watch.

    ACTOR: I’m late, aren’t I? I have to go. I will demonstrate them...

    Actor stands up sharply and exits from stage in resolutely step with straight back.


    Actor plays Hamlet Actor sharply straighten himself 
goes away firm step Book lays on the chair I will show them
    Blackout.


    Scene 2.

    Actor is indignant.

    Actor plays Hamlet Angry actor comes on stage to proscenium
stays between book and chair Revenge for whom

    ACTOR: Haste me to know't, that I, with wings as swift
    As meditation or the thoughts of love,
    May sweep to my revenge.

    She is clever and I am an idiot. I run to wreak revenge, when I heard everything.
    She forced me to do the swear, like Hamlet demanded from Horatio and Marcellus.
    I am mad with her, like Hamlet after he saw a Ghost. She swore that agreed to the whole only to be with me. To be - yes. But here is profession. Yes, she is not Ophelia, who listens brother’s precepts.

    Actor covers up his head by his hands.

    Actor plays Hamlet Actor closes his face with palms 
I got mad with her like Hamlet when saw Ghost You are perfect mad man

    ACTOR: What did he say? Oh, yes. You are terrific madman. I believe you. Don’t read me the first act.
    And when he stopped laugh... He told me that I invented an interesting campaign for win that casting. Role is pretty much yours.

    Actor clenches his mouth.

    ACTOR (speaks through teeth): Role is yours. If you will perform the same kind of unbalanced person on stage, as you were when talked to me.
    And she? She was smiling. I know. She stood in wings. I didn’t approach to her, I couldn’t.
    Sufficiently. I have to learn the part. I’ll prove. I was playing, not showing my real feelings.
    It will be that mode. I permit her to believe. She’ll make mistake. Like Ophelia thinks that Hamlet is uncontrolled from passion to her. I overcome everything with cold shower and calm breathing. Involuntarily she helped me. I feel gratitude to her.
    Now she is insignificant for me. I see the way to my target. I must perform Hamlet. I ready to go to monastery to refuse all temptations.
    All, all is wrong. I need insanity of tragedy, not foolishness. Anew text could help me.

    Actor sits down on chair and bends over open book. Than he shrinks back and speaks hastily.

    Actor plays Hamlet Actor sits on chair Takes book 
under the stage speaks quickly Hamlet is lot of time on shadow

    ACTOR: Hamlet’s doing are in shade. We know that he turned insane from Ophelia’s words. King and Queen not satisfied with his behaviour. Everything concealed from us. Hamlet's words are in another person cues. His friends, who witnessed Ghost appearance, are far away. Maddened by terrible secret, he became a Wraith himself. Spirit who interfered. Better I call that anxiety not madness.
    Hamlet moved away from everyone. He didn’t open heart to his beloved. He ordered his friends to be silent about Ghost. What for is reticence? What was on Prince mind when he become insane? Was he already mad when he speak with father's spirit?

    (appeals to Shakespeare’s bust)

    Actor plays Hamlet Actor sits on chair speaks with Shakespears
bust points with left hand

    Shakespeare, I have for you increasingly questions. You left in line of your play less answers than we demand. We even haven’t exact wording of Hamlet’s letter to Ophelia. It was read by Polonius. Demanding. Actor’s triumph above himself and above role is in hypothesis. And I could take part in competition with others.
    What to do with Hamlet’s entrance towards Polonius? Hamlet has book, talks like mad man. The others listen to him. Who do I play? Half-wit or genius? He desired revenge. “Murder of Gonzago” didn’t perform yet.
    Learning words by heart don’t help. All Shakespeare is in this – I have to find explanations to his riddles between lines.

    Ay, sir; to be honest, as this world goes, is to be
    one man picked out of ten thousand.

    Why he needs all that fish? Was it reference to symbol of Christ? In suicide only one thing scared Hamlet: violation of commandments.
    At that first Hamlet's performance how lovely was to act. They hadn’t weight of interpretation upon them. They weren’t suffered from Stanislavsky’s analyse of role.
    Actor’s work on self. Who told more precisely? Work is on self, not on the role or character. They are complete. You create something that run away from you.
    Hamlet speaks so strange with Polonius. At the same time, he remembers that Polonius has daughter. Polonius admitted Hamlet’s words were exact.
    After that Hamlet saw his friends. Confusion. Recognition. Guildenstern, Rosencrantz. Is Prince normal? Is puzzlement in someone who he knew must have for mad person? I am not insane man. How do I know? Shakespeare wasn’t mad person also. His Hamlet was prudently demented.

    HAMLET
    Denmark's a prison.

    ROSENCRANTZ
    Then is the world one.

    HAMLET
    A goodly one; in which there are many confines,
    wards and dungeons, Denmark being one o' the worst.

    For Rosencrantz all world is prison, but Hamlet’s utterances are only about Denmark... I think that Hamlet hopes to find rescue in the world, not different prison.
    How do I perform it? Chatter with friends or continuation of conversation with Polonius.
    I entail knowledge what to do in every word of part. Also I need to collect all life of character together, that it will look like behaviour of one person. Hamlet is absolutely unbearable in that scheme. Where entangled sanity and madness in his brain?
    Is he mad when everybody think that he is? Or they can’t abidet him after he changed his point of view. He became unfamiliar to them after King's death.
    Do we know who he was before that? Hamlet was in love with Ophelia. What was previously? He lived cheerful life with his friends. Father’s death was his first shock in life, wasn’t it?
    Then Hamlet is infantile. I can’t play teenager embittered at all humanity. Is Hamlet grown-up or only look like one?
    I don’t think that father’s death was turning point in his fate. He came back from Wittenburg. He saw a different world and he wanted to return there. Hamlet character changed and he is no more satisfied of the court life.
    Knowledge which he learned made his life as Prince unbearable and cause him to death at the end.
    Eo quod in multa sapientia multa sit indignatio et qui addit scientiam addat et laborem.
    No. I have to stick to what we know definitely.
    He is delighted. In love with Ophelia but he didn’t hurry to marry her. Is he admiring Donna Angelicata? Why did he necessitate all this? He lived before his tête-à-tête with Ghost. What was before, that is so easy to make Hamlet defeated?
    Quiet?

    Actor points with his finger at Shakespeare’s bust.

    Actor plays Hamlet With finger on left hand points on 
the Shakespear which is on the table Admiring of Perfect Lady

    ACTOR: Silent, like always. You didn’t know how hard will be to present your words stick in the centuries as up-to-date event.

    for there is nothing
    either good or bad, but thinking makes it so

    Such words couldn’t say mad person. He is philosopher.
    I treat role hardship like accumulation of my deeds. Does Hamlet suffer? Yes. He was lonely in his conjectures and however he keeps exactness of his mind.
    And further... (actor turns over leafs of book)

    Actor plays Hamlet Actor skips over pages of the book 
which on his hands stays among table and chair He is right in his thoughts

    He is observant and truthful in his thoughts.

    You were sent
    for; and there is a kind of confession in your looks
    which your modesties have not craft enough to colour:
    I know the good king and queen have sent for you.

    How do I perform one more dialogue with Polonius? Hamlet was frankly reasonable, when in another person’s eyes he was mad. Everyone around see symptoms of his strangeness. Are they sure? Or they want to be convinced.
    It is trouble-free to agree that Hamlet is batty besotted. It is delinquent to think that he wasn’t gratify by replacement of kings.
    Amazing he sees himself from another person’s point of view. He understands in which state he is and how that explain everybody around him.

    I have of late--but
    wherefore I know not--lost all my mirth, forgone all
    custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily
    with my disposition that this goodly frame, the
    earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most
    excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave
    o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted
    with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to
    me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
    What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason!
    how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how
    express and admirable! in action how like an angel!
    in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the
    world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me,
    what is this quintessence of dust? man delights not
    me: no, nor woman neither

    Actor plays Hamlet Book on the table actor swinging arms 
dissappointment depression chronic fatigue syndrome

    Depression and disappointment he has in clear form. Hamlet has syndrome of chronic tiredness they will tell now. I also feel the same. I don’t know where to go, what I have to do and if my work at the end has result.
    Even from women he hadn’t delight. He forgot about love to Ophelia. Could he remembers about her if all his thoughts are about revenge? She is the same as mine... Incoherent affirmation is not enough for her. I shouted at director. Certainly I acted like mad person. It is not sufficient for her. She never listened to me. Talk to me about what is important at least once. No. I would deal with roles only at rehearsal – she told me, when looked in my eyes. I am an actor, I live like that. All my life is preparation for role. Hamlet, any role.

    I am but mad north-north-west: when the wind is
    southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw.

    Now Hamlet is cautious and cynical. He has notions about theatre and actors. Maybe I could play that Hamlet performs - for spectators who wants to see him like that - his madness. In that case he is greatest among actors. Because of this it is so difficult to play this role.
    No, I need to stop. I mustn’t be a Hamlet. I ought to perform him. It is highly problematic for me. Role fills me inside and less of me is left in me. I am Shakespeare’s slave and subject of his lines.

    Actor affectedly and loudly laughs.

    ACTOR: Hamlet speaks with actors who were invited to entertain him. He knows their faces, characters. He is attentive to them like to his friends. He confused Polonius. But Polonius in his turn solely looks for reason to mention his daughter.
    Polonius witnessed, Hamlet repeated text, which he heard just once, without mistakes. How could he assume madness from love?! Maybe he dreamed that King and Queen will believe in power of Prince’s passion for his daughter.
    Hamlet cried when he listened to actor. His tears are about what he heard.
    Did he impress by actor? No, he couldn’t. He was upset because he heard what echoed in his heart with recognizable pain. Truth gave him this cry. Clear emotion is another argument against him. Everybody see mad man in him.
    Hamlet remembers that he is Prince. He habitually orders to accommodate actors. Nobody saw his torment. And mine they also didn’t see. He opened himself to everybody, he became victim of self-pity and received malicious attacks. No, nobody could realize why you have tears on your cheeks. Acting, performing. Let they see only what I permit them to see.

    Actor sits down on stage, closes his face with his palms and compresses himself in embryo’s position. Breaths hard and noisy, like if he keeps back strong sobbing.

    Actor plays Hamlet Actor sits on the stage in embryo pose
Closes face with hands restraint crying performing only playing

    ACTOR (cries out): we'll hear a play to-morrow.

    Actor stands up sluggishly as animal which stretches its bones.

    Actor plays Hamlet Actor straightens up with a slowliness 
of animal which stretch his bones head turned to the audience Scream text of play Hamlet

    ACTOR: Death of Gonzago. He knew what to pick. Hamlet saw the play. He is ready to write few lines by himself. Ah, he admires trade of actor. Actor’s performance became inspiration and he invents his plan of revenge. Although he understood how pitiful is his hesitancy.

    Now I am alone.
    O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I!
    Is it not monstrous that this player here,
    But in a fiction, in a dream of passion,
    Could force his soul so to his own conceit
    That from her working all his visage wann'd,
    Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect,
    A broken voice, and his whole function suiting
    With forms to his conceit? and all for nothing!
    For Hecuba!
    What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba,
    That he should weep for her? What would he do,
    Had he the motive and the cue for passion
    That I have? He would drown the stage with tears
    And cleave the general ear with horrid speech,
    Make mad the guilty and appal the free,
    Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed
    The very faculties of eyes and ears. Yet I,
    A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak,
    Like John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause,
    And can say nothing; no, not for a king,
    Upon whose property and most dear life
    A damn'd defeat was made. Am I a coward?
    Who calls me villain? breaks my pate across?
    Plucks off my beard, and blows it in my face?
    Tweaks me by the nose? gives me the lie i' the throat,
    As deep as to the lungs? who does me this?
    Ha!
    'Swounds, I should take it: for it cannot be
    But I am pigeon-liver'd and lack gall
    To make oppression bitter, or ere this
    I should have fatted all the region kites
    With this slave's offal: bloody, bawdy villain!
    Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain!
    O, vengeance!
    Why, what an ass am I! This is most brave,
    That I, the son of a dear father murder'd,
    Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell,
    Must, like a whore, unpack my heart with words,
    And fall a-cursing, like a very drab,
    A scullion!
    Fie upon't! foh! About, my brain! I have heard
    That guilty creatures sitting at a play
    Have by the very cunning of the scene
    Been struck so to the soul that presently
    They have proclaim'd their malefactions;
    For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak
    With most miraculous organ. I'll have these players
    Play something like the murder of my father
    Before mine uncle: I'll observe his looks;
    I'll tent him to the quick: if he but blench,
    I know my course. The spirit that I have seen
    May be the devil: and the devil hath power
    To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps
    Out of my weakness and my melancholy,
    As he is very potent with such spirits,
    Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds
    More relative than this: the play 's the thing
    Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.

    Yes, Hamlet is the greatest actor who involved in his tragedy. He is best as spectator. However, the same quality as you, who sits here in darkness and holds breath to hear my words. Louder, quieter, you will hear all, I will tell all... Now, I need get some fresh air. I’m tired of word’s dust.

    Actor plays Hamlet Actor pulls apart hands 
leaves the stage louder quite I tell you everything you hear all

    Actor exits from stage.

    Blackout.


    Scene 3.

    Actor enters. He walks in confident step, full of power. Speaks loudly.

    ACTOR: Third act. Again about Hamlet’s ache we know from another person speech. His friends identified him as mad because he didn’t answer them honestly. Why? Friendship is confession. Hamlet knew that they will retell to the King his every word. No, he was not unhinged, he was prudent.
    Verification of feelings or degree of his madness - build on encounter with Ophelia.

    Actor takes Shakespeare’s bust and speaks to it.

    Actor plays Hamlet Actor takes Shakespears bust
clasp it to his breasts first meeting on the stage in play

    ACTOR: Here I never understand Ophelia. She went for that date, which was prepared.
    Could anyone follow actions of women? I always don’t know what to wait from them. I am conscious that all story is about Hamlet.
    Is it important who he choose to love? Are we changing when we prefer that sweetheart to all female? Or we choose her because we need that one, like destiny.
    Ophelia doesn’t answer to Hamlet’s feelings. Not in that way what we wait for. It is forever interpret like tragedy. Why? If she reciprocated to his love she could stop him. She could help him, to soothe pain and he never will determine on revenge.
    In Shakespeare’s story unrequited love is for good. Our hero goes to the denouement.
    Shakespeare wrote so many women characters, maybe he appreciated women. And for Hamlet he chose the one who didn’t stop character from achievement of his aim.
    It was confirmation. Hamlet had variant with good ending. Because of that Prince so hard tried to explain everything to Ophelia. If she comprehend he will have new life. But she became to him an Erinye. The one who demands revenge: an eye for an eye. Father’s blood dictates vengeance. And when Ophelia accomplished her mission she hadn’t reason to live.
    For her it is also providence. If she didn’t agree to Prince courting anew her father and brother will be alive at the end. She died, like all. No one have a chance to survive.
    Fine, back to our third act and beginning of journey to decease.
    Why Ophelia didn’t protect Hamlet from everyone? If she loves him. She believes more to others than to beloved. She wants to help him, doesn’t she? Or for her it is pleasure that devotion to her made Prince a mad person.
    Did Ophelia love him or not? I consistently worry about that. She is obedient to brother, father. Retold all private talks, gave away intimate letters. Submissive daughter is silent in her subjection. She wasn’t cautious, without remorse told everything like amusing case. Is she boasting? No. Too plain.
    Yes, further is worse. Ophelia, darling, waits for him. We have their first encounter on stage. I must read “to be or not to be” instead of love twaddle.

    Actor puts back on table Shakespeare’s bust.

    Actor plays Hamlet Actor puts bust on the corner of the table
Stays on the right hand of the table Soliloquize here is Ophelia

    ACTOR: I always misinterpret feelings in this circumstances. I too late remember that he saw Ophelia. Contrary I too early allow dreams about her in words.
    No, challenging. He speaks this soliloquy like he is alone on stage. But Ophelia is there. I don’t understand where is border.
    Oh, God. I heard this soliloquy countless times. Everyone try to show themselves in it. Mournful, joyous, flashy. Nobody remembered about Ophelia.
    Ah, that words to perform out loud, grief. I will begin.

    To be, or not to be: that is the question:
    Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
    The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
    Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
    And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
    No more; and by a sleep to say we end
    The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
    That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
    Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
    To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
    For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
    When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
    Must give us pause: there's the respect
    That makes calamity of so long life;
    For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
    The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
    The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
    The insolence of office and the spurns
    That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
    When he himself might his quietus make
    With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
    To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
    But that the dread of something after death,
    The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
    No traveller returns, puzzles the will
    And makes us rather bear those ills we have
    Than fly to others that we know not of?
    Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
    And thus the native hue of resolution
    Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
    And enterprises of great pith and moment
    With this regard their currents turn awry,
    And lose the name of action.--Soft you now!
    The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
    Be all my sins remember'd.

    Not. Everything is wrong. I don’t believe myself. Imprecise manner. I have to perform differently. Hamlet told everything for himself, and I’ll try to act if he knows, not insane, that Ophelia is here and hears him. Like confession. Words are not for myself. With hope that she will perceive me.
    Everything is dissimilar. I’ll choose another style. And director will agree with me when I perform.
    Hamlet verbalizes everything to Ophelia.

    Actor takes chair, puts book on sit.

    Actor plays Hamlet Actor kneels behind the chair on the
chair-bottom is open book Hamlet speaks to Ophelia confession losts his hope

    ACTOR: Ophelia sits, reads. Next Hamlet enters and starts recitation. Perhaps he kneels, utters. Opens everything that tortured him.
    He will not be alone in that soliloquy. He will fell silent at the finish. He didn’t find reply for all his words in her. Hamlet solely asked her for orisons for him. He lost his last hope to be accepted as who he was. Disillusion. One more time, I tell everything to Ophelia.

    To be, or not to be: that is the question:
    Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
    The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
    Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
    And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
    No more; and by a sleep to say we end
    The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
    That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
    Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
    To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
    For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
    When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
    Must give us pause: there's the respect
    That makes calamity of so long life;
    For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
    The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
    The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
    The insolence of office and the spurns
    That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
    When he himself might his quietus make
    With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
    To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
    But that the dread of something after death,
    The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
    No traveller returns, puzzles the will
    And makes us rather bear those ills we have
    Than fly to others that we know not of?
    Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
    And thus the native hue of resolution
    Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
    And enterprises of great pith and moment
    With this regard their currents turn awry,
    And lose the name of action.--Soft you now!
    The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
    Be all my sins remember'd.

    Actor breaths hard, leans on chair by hands.

    ACTOR: Yes, everything is transformed now. And she didn’t empathize! Afraid. There wasn’t words about love and she believed that he was mad. He opened everything to her and she...
    Ophelia overheard all this! And... she just made wordy conversation. How Hamlet could speak to her after that? He knew: she heard every word. Nobody wants to listen that lyric. Because of that is so gruelling to read it. Hamlet was alone with Ophelia.
    He could be on his own on stage. Hamlet was lonely with everyone and always.
    He didn’t forgive friends, who ready only to have fun with him. He loved Ophelia, but didn’t find compassion from her. Maybe he thought that she need Prince, not him as human. Why did he ask Ophelia to pray about his sins?
    After “to be or not to be” she reminded him about love. He said to her that he love her no longer and never loved. He proposed to Ophelia to go to the nunnery.
    Is he cruel or is he offended? He told her everything and she believed only in expressions of adoration. Yes, she disapproves him. He defended himself. Hamlet wanted to give impression of being arrogant, indifferent, hid himself among words.
    Ophelia inflict pain to him. As a matter of fact, she betrayed him like everyone. She didn’t understand him. He was angry. Hamlet couldn’t bear Ophelia’s response and in her whole world. He accused her of his love.
    Now he stood against everyone and even love betrayed him. Hamlet crushed. Ophelia admitted his madness. She deserved this all. She had to hear, listen when he told. Now it is only your fault.

    Actor plays Hamlet Turned over chair book is fell on the
stage Actor in despair Hamlet is complitely crushed Now it is all your fault

    Actor throws chair on stage, book felts. Actor picks up the book, puts it back on table.

    ACTOR: He lost sense of life. Abandoned and rejected. Only revenge for father’s death force blood on his veins.
    Hamlet exit is very important here. He is leaving in manner that will be obvious – everything ended for him. He is not dispirited. Disappointed in life. Alone. Devastated? Not!
    We have break up of love when he told everything to Ophelia. She wasn’t the one about whom he dreamed. She didn’t hear him, she didn’t support him. Just moved away and watched, like all others. What made him so angry? He told her spiteful words. Maybe he suggested that like his mother Ophelia betrayed him. But such a brain...
    Hamlet experienced disenchanted with woman who he loved. He had to be killed by grief. No way! He is alive and further performs accurately. Yes, he has a lot of wounds on his heart, but he has another aim and follows it.
    Hamlet walked away disheartened in life. Then we see what happened behind his back.
    We don’t know what occurred to Hamlet. He begins preparation for play after love break up. Is love not important for him?
    He is well organized. He has lot of ideas about directing the play. Now words which he puts inside “Mousetrap” are momentous for him.
    We see a man for whom is pivotal his work, not his feelings.
    Text here is not smoothly. We see Hamlet not as actor but like theatre director. And when he will watch the play he’ll give comments as on rehearsal.
    In this words we see Shakespeare’s experience. This advices are not customary for Prince. All this marks are routinely for person whose daily work is in theatre with actors.
    We know it’s one and only performance in Hamlet’s life. Or in that soliloquies Shakespeare gave clue to us. Hamlet played mad, we already admitted it and now we see how he works with actors. We could have a conclusion that outside Elsinor’s walls Hamlet was somehow connected with theatre.
    When company of actors became strolling entertainers travellers he came back home.
    Hamlet had actor's or even director's past and as result of it he has inclination to theatre effects. His gambling with everyone it is just performance. He is more skilful than everyone in castle, so he sure that he will win.
    Prince doesn’t care for reality. He believes in his plan and he can’t accept circumstances seriously. He perceived everyone like an actors. And he knows how to interact on stage.
    His advice to actors! Shakespeare left to us complete precepts.

    Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to
    you, trippingly on the tongue: but if you mouth it,
    as many of your players do, I had as lief the
    town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air
    too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently;
    for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say,
    the whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and beget
    a temperance that may give it smoothness. O, it
    offends me to the soul to hear a robustious
    periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to
    very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who
    for the most part are capable of nothing but
    inexplicable dumbshows and noise: I would have such
    a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant; it
    out-herods Herod: pray you, avoid it.
    ...Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion
    be your tutor: suit the action to the word, the
    word to the action; with this special o'erstep not
    the modesty of nature: for any thing so overdone is
    from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the
    first and now, was and is, to hold, as 'twere, the
    mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature,
    scorn her own image, and the very age and body of
    the time his form and pressure. Now this overdone,
    or come tardy off, though it make the unskilful
    laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve; the
    censure of the which one must in your allowance
    o'erweigh a whole theatre of others.

    It is straightforward. We can see behind that words big practical experience and knowledge of actor's pitfalls. The rest of reference books full of recommendations are just repeating of this. Ah, if I could perform that way always. Everything would be different. Play – not live. Or live not perform. No, I have to be an actor. You could convince everybody in truth of your words only by acting.

    Actor plays Hamlet Actor soliloquize to auditorium to be
an actor it is only way to convince all  in truth of words

    Hamlet is precise and wise in conversation with Horatio. He is looking for an assistant. Someone, who will warn him against mistake. Hamlet wants prove of guilt from uncle. He didn’t believe even to Ghost. He trusts only to himself.
    Yes, yes. Certainly, it all was a game, strategy to check everybody.

    They are coming to the play; I must be idle.

    Prince of Denmark is cruel, distant and accurate. No, he is not a victim. He is executioner and waits for sentence to carry it out.
    He forgot about all his sorrows, concentrated only on that what will happen: the play performance.
    Now he presents role of mad man. Hamlet is suffering. But shows actor’s quality, control all his doings. Everyone saw what he allowed them to see.
    Harmless and amusing is preparation for actors entrance. Hamlet is near Ophelia’s feet. It doesn’t look like he had send her to the nunnery before. And, it is not seemed that he had wounds on his heart. Misunderstanding, argumentation, no more. They even flirt with each other. Ophelia doesn’t think that he is mad. She accepts his courting again.
    No, they don’t understand Hamlet when he with pain talks about his father. They want to be entertain.
    Mousetrap. I constantly try to find out why inside play Hamlet situated another play. Too complicated. Everybody know what happened and Prince could find another way to scared his uncle.
    No. Mousetrap is not for inhabitants of Elsinor. It is for spectators of play Hamlet.
    When Shakespeare put little play in big one he made dream inside night dream. You think that you was asleep but you start to see dream and you believe that everything before was real and only now you start drowse.
    Mousetrap is for us, spectators. We start to believe in all what happened with Hamlet including meeting with Ghost as real. And only now we have performance. Due to that so thoroughly preparation to play of few lines.
    Hamlet was busy with actors. Everybody in Elsinore talked about future play. Everything became absolutely factual. And we obtain like usual thing words “to be or not to be”.
    Shakespeare made it like TV series. Why people believe that personages of serial more real than actors who played them? Yes. Shakespeare already knew that and he could receive a hand-cart of TV-awards yearly.
    He showed to us usual, daily things like backstage preparation to play. In serials we see characters made everyday routines. They are speaking, eating, taking a shower, driving a car. He/she is like us. She/he is real because we see actors only waiving on the red carpet and actors became fake. Characters are more alive, than two-dimensional people who animated them on the screen.
    Shakespeare left to us that secret to convince spectators that Hamlet had real life. And after Mousetrap we care about him more.
    Every month in every country people come to theatre to see true story of Prince of Denmark. They empathize with him like with no one else in world drama.
    Pantomime of King’s murder performed. But it is not enough, play begins after it. Here I don’t follow how could react King and Queen. They had to grasp without words. Conversely, performance is continuing. Hamlet seemed more interested in conversation with Ophelia than in his observation of the poisoner.
    What did he wait for? Confession. How I could play that? An animal which watches at his prey. Boyfriend who forgives everything to his sweetheart. I don’t know.
    Nevertheless all time he reproaches Ophelia. He must be calm or involved in performance. In that scene for me is more significant what is important for Hamlet – Ophelia or actors. He is near her, for everyone it is a good sign. Hamlet is close to Ophelia for prolong pain. But I don’t realize whose pain – his or her. Or maybe he still tries to force to Ophelia with his words. He waits, when she believes him.
    How it is important for all of us. We need person near, who is sympathetic. Who will see the ache the one who you love. And pain will be slighter for us.
    Hamlet comments performance of actors in “Mousetrap”. He talks with everyone, impudent to all. For him is not enough contemplate behaviour of all. They already recognized what is all about but play continues.
    Actor pours poison in ear of actor-King and Claudius exits furious. Why King waited for so long? I don’t appreciate. Why he didn’t exit during pantomime? It was the same story. No, I can’t understand Shakespeare’s conceptions.
    Than Hamlet convinced in made effect. He satisfied that King and Queen were disappointed from his action. His friends think that he holds away from them. Again nobody hears Hamlet. What he told to Guildenstern! Could he was far honest with his friend?

    You would play upon me; you would seem to know
    my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my
    mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to
    the top of my compass: and there is much music,
    excellent voice, in this little organ; yet cannot
    you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am
    easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what
    instrument you will, though you can fret me, yet you
    cannot play upon me.

    Cues with Polonius, so much of lord chamberlain. Hamlet again performs an idiot - description of cloud and Polonius plays up to him. He was frank before that. How he was able to control his feelings? I can’t do that. Me, myself I lose my temper, can’t stop where I have to. Damn it all! I’ll take example from Hamlet. I am open and honest with friends. I am rude with enemies. Entire truth, they all see mad man in me. Sadly. Hamlet currently is more important for me.
    Hamlet sees betrayal, faithlessness of his mother. No matter, he loves her. He causes pain, not keeps silent, but Prince doesn’t hurry to make harm to her.

    Tis now the very witching time of night,
    When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out
    Contagion to this world: now could I drink hot blood,
    And do such bitter business as the day
    Would quake to look on. Soft! now to my mother.
    O heart, lose not thy nature; let not ever
    The soul of Nero enter this firm bosom:
    Let me be cruel, not unnatural:
    I will speak daggers to her, but use none;
    My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites;
    How in my words soever she be shent,
    To give them seals never, my soul, consent!

    Perhaps, Hamlet talked with Ophelia during performance driven by the same feeling. Hate is in his words, to hide from everyone mutilated heart.
    Hamlet is believer. He didn’t raise his sword to kill his father’s murderer in time of his pray. He decided that murderer could expiate his sins that way. Hamlet had presence of mind. He will wait for another opportunity. Not for a moment he forgot about his verdict to King.
    Hamlet wanted that his uncle die without forgiveness, like his father did. Claudius will suffer like a Ghost, never find rest. Hamlet didn’t idealize his father. Always he is painstaking in his thoughts.

    Now might I do it pat, now he is praying;
    And now I'll do't. And so he goes to heaven;
    And so am I revenged. That would be scann'd:
    A villain kills my father; and for that,
    I, his sole son, do this same villain send
    To heaven.
    O, this is hire and salary, not revenge.
    He took my father grossly, full of bread;
    With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May;
    And how his audit stands who knows save heaven?
    But in our circumstance and course of thought,
    'Tis heavy with him: and am I then revenged,
    To take him in the purging of his soul,
    When he is fit and season'd for his passage?
    No!
    Up, sword; and know thou a more horrid hent:
    When he is drunk asleep, or in his rage,
    Or in the incestuous pleasure of his bed;
    At gaming, swearing, or about some act
    That has no relish of salvation in't;
    Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven,
    And that his soul may be as damn'd and black
    As hell, whereto it goes.

    Conversation with Queen. It is sole dialogue with mother in whole play.
    I am lost in guess-work. Hamlet didn’t determine to kill uncle and immediately killed Polonius. Why? For betrayal? To have possibility to talk with mother? He can’t entangle human and rat! Is traitor equal for him to rat?
    Hamlet is sang-froid. He confident that he murdered King. He hasn’t feeling of regret when he discovered that it was Polonius. He wants confessions from the Queen.
    Maybe, turning-point is here. He put his sword in sheathe in precious scene. And now sword is stain with blood. That’s all. Now he is on contrasting way and former Hamlet gone. He is a killer and he doesn’t conceal that wants King’s death.
    What did he want when indicate to Queen her new husband drawbacks? Remorse? Agreement that she made a fault. Is Hamlet drove on by son’s jealous? It is not important. Again he sees the Ghost and when he tells about that he confirms to everyone that he is mad.
    Hamlet told truth. He is desperately frank. He wants to save his mother. Yes, who constantly lies to everyone can’t recognize face of verity.
    Hamlet is demented because he is honest, fairness. Centuries ago was unhappy the one who sees the truth. Like now. Truth is Ghost. You receive stamp of madness from everyone when tell veracity.
    Yes, I am Hamlet. Everybody is laughing or wondering at my words when I tell the truth. Everybody like me when I say what they want to hear. Shakespeare described better.

    My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time,
    And makes as healthful music: it is not madness
    That I have utter'd: bring me to the test,
    And I the matter will re-word; which madness
    Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace,
    Lay not that mattering unction to your soul,
    That not your trespass, but my madness speaks:
    It will but skin and film the ulcerous place,
    Whilst rank corruption, mining all within,
    Infects unseen. Confess yourself to heaven;
    Repent what's past; avoid what is to come;
    And do not spread the compost on the weeds,
    To make them ranker. Forgive me this my virtue;
    For in the fatness of these pursy times
    Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg,
    Yea, curb and woo for leave to do him good.

    Hamlet was wilful when he killed Polonius. Later he asks his mother to tell Claudius what to expect from victim’s son.

    Let the bloat king tempt you again to bed;
    Pinch wanton on your cheek; call you his mouse;
    And let him, for a pair of reechy kisses,
    Or paddling in your neck with his damn'd fingers,
    Make you to ravel all this matter out,
    That I essentially am not in madness,
    But mad in craft.

    Hamlet wants that opponent knows about revenge. He will not catch him suddenly. Unselfish Prince tells enemy his plan beforehand. King will be afraid or will be ready. Why? Because even in murder Hamlet doesn’t stand deception and betrayal. Everything is for not to be like uncle.
    Hamlet doesn’t believe to his friends and knows all plans of rival. Such skirmish is pleasure for him. He wants to be wisest, he desires to win. He is good gambler. Not mad.

    and my two schoolfellows,
    Whom I will trust as I will adders fang'd,
    They bear the mandate; they must sweep my way,
    And marshal me to knavery. Let it work;
    For 'tis the sport to have the engineer
    Hoist with his own petard: and 't shall go hard
    But I will delve one yard below their mines,
    And blow them at the moon: O, 'tis most sweet,
    When in one line two crafts directly meet.

    I think Hamlet lives full life. All this makes him happy. He feels himself cleverest, agile. He notices no sorrow, only agitation. He is mad for everyone when he tells everything directly.
    He is normal at first three acts. He isn’t dull mind, like all used to. How arduous is to play him. He is ready to overact all for justice and for vengeance, not for crown. Still he is lonely. Mother didn’t understand him. However, all, they not see the truth. Problem is that everyone judge for themselves. They didn’t see in Hamlet honesty, desire of equity. They haven’t that inside of them. Repentance, they deduce from own actions.
    Hamlet is theirs conscience, didn’t hear him and repudiate him. He is challenger, misfortune. Why they need to see reflection of themselves? At the end I perform justice avenger not mad person.

    Actor plays Hamlet Actor clinks on the nose of Shakespeare
humming Hamlet reminds you about yours deeds he is enemy for them trouble

    Actor gives Shakespeare’s bust a flick fillip on the nose and hums to himself joyful song exits from stage.

    Blackout.


    Scene 4.

    Enters Actor, nervously swings his hands.

    ACTOR: I will receive this role. Yes, I will get it. Director listened to all my ideas. He asked when my Hamlet is mad. I don’t know. It was my answer. He said to come back when I would find solution.
    Why I hurried up? I didn’t prepare new interpretation till end. I made myself a fool. Certainly, I wish I acknowledge all the answers, like Shakespeare knew them.
    Did Hamlet know his estimate when he holed up Polonius’s body? He told his friends that King exploited them. He just lived obey the moment and supposed that his force will win. I surmise Hamlet is mine and again I have to read this lines.

    Actor looks avid to the pages of open book.

    ACTOR: Hamlet doesn’t afraid of King. Of course, he talks about perish of all alive.
    I can’t understand why Hamlet hid Polonius's body and after awhile tells where to find it. Did he do it to make King angry? Or frightened? It is unnecessary made all conceal by himself. Again, we didn’t see that.
    Was he mad when he bury a body? Not, Hamlet boasted to King about murder. Why? To show him, that they are equal like killers. He warn that he will not stop. Perhaps Prince is fearless and clever. No. Here everything is involved.

    Actor plays Hamlet Actor holds open book at moment
when hiding Polonius body did Hamlet know his estimate

    Actor drops book on stage.

    ACTOR: Also I don’t catch mystery genre. Motives that direct to denouement are desire to tell everything, to became uncovered, craving for glory. And killer lives like he lived. Does he wait that everyone forget? It is a stress. And Hamlet – he killed, hid body and immediately boasted. He behaved like bad hunter who lost his prey on his way home.
    Further he agrees with King’s arguments. Uncle saves him from punishment. King rather guarded himself from Hamlet. Prince concurs for that deal, astute! And he consents to leave to England. For all it’s best way out. But their grounds are fright and scare because of what they done. And King has opportunity to kill nephew by stranger’s hand. Why so complicated? He could condemned Prince for Polonius’s death. Hamlet will take this guilt. Did King not want injure openly Queen’s heart? Her son die not on her eyes. Unusual mercy.

    Actor plays Hamlet Actor drops book on the stage 
after it bend forward to book Shakespeare is satisfied centures actors search answers

    Actor raises book.

    ACTOR: Shakespeare satisfied. For centuries actors were looking for answers for his questions in quietness. Find, made mistakes. Failure or success located in our acting.
    Meeting with Fortinbras’s army reminds to Hamlet about pettiness of occasion why people go to their death. He compares himself to the whole force.

    Rightly to be great
    Is not to stir without great argument,
    But greatly to find quarrel in a straw
    When honour's at the stake. How stand I then,
    That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd,
    Excitements of my reason and my blood,
    And let all sleep? while, to my shame, I see
    The imminent death of twenty thousand men,
    That, for a fantasy and trick of fame,
    Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot
    Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause,
    Which is not tomb enough and continent
    To hide the slain? O, from this time forth,
    My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!

    Again we have only repercussion of events. Ophelia is in grave because of her father’s death. Laertes is ready to begin revolt and become a King himself. Another persons fears close Hamlet from us.
    How little Hamlet’s presence is on stage. Many incidents hid from us. What happened to Prince at this time? How did he react for disturbance that began in Denmark? To tell the truth, he is the one to blame for it.
    Yes, Shakespeare was genius. Everybody see madness of Hamlet. But for us it is not enough. Ophelia in reality became insane because of her father’s death. And for loose all doubts we see, that Hamlet was normal. Angry, possessed of revenge. As Laertes seeks murderer for retaliation. Clever. Thousand times clever, but he is not so passionate like Laertes. Prudent and confident is in his rightness.
    Hamlet’s plan is complicated. He came back, when they didn’t wait, notify beforehand. He sent to Denmark letters. He fights only with King. Forgot about Laertes and Ophelia who, like himself, wait for vengeance.
    Of course, Hamlet is egoist, selfish in his revenge. Self-esteem, fearless. Hero who thinks about punishment to others and doesn’t believe that someone could prepare force against him.
    Laertes and King prepared poison on sword, then thought about goblet. We know everything about them. Hamlet is more interesting for me here. Again he put out of sight from us beneath curtain of another people passions.
    Ophelia’s death happened behind stage when Laertes and King decided how to kill Hamlet. Her sacrifice was senseless, she didn’t know her ruin in madness.
    We could turn all at another way. Ophelia was wrong charging Hamlet in madness. And like redemption of her sins she became mad. But why? She never understood anyone till deep of their feelings. Emotions which she didn’t experienced. She died in ignorance.
    Ophelia gave to artist many inspirations. Beloved of Hamlet. Not more. What we know about her? Did Hamlet want to see in her extra than lady of his heart? Yes. But when he had killed her father, he didn’t remember about woman, which he doomed to suffer, to torment. Here Hamlet is inhuman. He sees only himself. Could he forgot about her? To be earnest he didn’t love Ophelia.

    Actor pensively looks at emptiness. Meditates. Then he shakes up drowsiness, puts book on level of his eyes.

    Actor plays Hamlet Actor has book in front of eyes
last boundary and my new Hamlet blind everyone with his open soul

    ACTOR: Fifth act is end of play and my torment. I deciphered word by word famous text like conundrum draft. Last boundary. My new Hamlet will dazzle all by his open soul.
    Beginning of act is in the churchyard. Ophelia is self-murderer. Even grave-diggers recognize that. Nobility gave her right to be buried near church. For her law is different. She didn’t call feeling of regret even after death. It’s her destiny.
    Hamlet and the bones of a person’s head. I just hate it! Banality – Hamlet at all posters is with scull. Two-head-hero, at last he found interlocutor of his level. I know that already. I rend the air with words about Joryk many times. But not now. Curtain will raise I tell than.
    On cementry Hamlet thoughts are clear. He makes hypothesis who was buried there.
    Hamlet presence on Ophelia’s burial. He surprised by her death. But Hamlet was more troubled of Laertes’s words than death of one to whom he told words of love.
    At last, we know Hamlet’s feelings for Ophelia. He avowed over her grave. I don’t see madness, just pain and grief.

    I loved Ophelia: forty thousand brothers
    Could not, with all their quantity of love,
    Make up my sum. What wilt thou do for her?
    ...'Swounds, show me what thou'lt do:
    Woo't weep? woo't fight? woo't fast? woo't tear thyself?
    Woo't drink up eisel? eat a crocodile?
    I'll do't. Dost thou come here to whine?
    To outface me with leaping in her grave?
    Be buried quick with her, and so will I:
    And, if thou prate of mountains, let them throw
    Millions of acres on us, till our ground,
    Singeing his pate against the burning zone,
    Make Ossa like a wart! Nay, an thou'lt mouth,
    I'll rant as well as thou.

    Anew Hamlet is cruel and keeps cool his head at grief. He knows price for his feeling and doesn’t believe that someone else could feel even shadow of his experience.
    What do we see after that words of confession? Hamlet discusses his recollection on ship. Not for long he has mood of sorrow, all the time he thinks about revenge. Another aim in life closed everything before him. Love, pain, loss.
    Hamlet told Horatio how he invented order to kill those who convoyed him to England. I can’t call him monstrous. King wanted to kill nephew. Instead, Hamlet killed guards. He thought that he made right.
    Hamlet all the time blames himself in indecisiveness. He with all his strength tries to return to target which he chose.
    At the same time he instantly made decision which important to him. He killed Polonius, Guildenstern, Rosencrantz. He hadn’t even a moment of doubt. But when it is concerning Ghost he delays. Why?
    Hamlet didn’t believe in eye for eye theory. He was very educated person for that time and it’s imposed behaviour. He understands that he has to do that. But for Hamlet uncle’s life is more important.
    Yes. If King will live Hamlet could come back where he belonged: university and new thinking. That’s the reason why he wrote letters and notify beforehand that he came back. He wants and hopes that Claudius will find an exit, he will be wiser than nephew.
    For Hamlet another King is solving of his problems. He dreams about deliverance from responsibility. Since Claudius is King Hamlet could be free.
    Prince scared everyone with his talking, but too openly he reported about his plans. Hamlet doesn’t want to be killed. He hope that all this pass away. And when he sees that nobody stops him he comprehends that only way out it is to make happened what he promised to do.
    Hamlet is extremely good at acting. He didn’t take into consideration that everybody believed him. King is afraid of him. Claudius didn’t notice that Hamlet postponed his revenge when agreed to duel with Laertes. If Laertes will be dead, rebellion will stop and Hamlet will be free.
    Prince recognizes that could be another version and he tries to prepare himself for that. He saw inevitability of own death. Hamlet is ready for that but still hopes for another end.
    He knows that revenge for father’s death will destroy everything. And he doomed to live on old laws. For him it’s also death of his hopes.
    Doubts, hesitations, protracted story because Hamlet is not comfortable in role which chose for him Ghost. Honour forced him to chose the death.
    Rates are higher in his game. And further he walks on rope above abyss, ruin waits in front of him, as above him. He argued with himself that he showed his pain everyone. He revealed himself.

    But I am very sorry, good Horatio,
    That to Laertes I forgot myself;
    For, by the image of my cause, I see
    The portraiture of his: I'll court his favours.
    But, sure, the bravery of his grief did put me
    Into a towering passion.

    Hamlet calmly gave his consent for duel with Laertes. Easy, without alarm or doubt. He wasn’t astonished that King put pawning on him.
    It seems to me that Hamlet couldn’t be amazed about anything. He can’t be such confident. And he is not gullible. He is courteous with Osric. But Osric didn’t see sneer in Prince’s words. And now Hamlet talks about his premonition. He agrees to take his destiny. Not, Hamlet is not mad.

    we defy augury: there's a special
    providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now,
    'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be
    now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the
    readiness is all: since no man has aught of what he
    leaves, what is't to leave betimes?

    Yes, Hamlet is self-sufficient. He sure that he wins. He trained since Laertes's departure. But Prince wants to convince another persons in his madness not in his power. And that reconciliation with Laertes prior to fight...
    I want to became deeper than Hamlet. It could be done. If I will be myself during performance, not prince of Denmark.

    Give me your pardon, sir: I've done you wrong;
    But pardon't, as you are a gentleman.
    This presence knows,
    And you must needs have heard, how I am punish'd
    With sore distraction. What I have done,
    That might your nature, honour and exception
    Roughly awake, I here proclaim was madness.
    Was't Hamlet wrong'd Laertes? Never Hamlet:
    If Hamlet from himself be ta'en away,
    And when he's not himself does wrong Laertes,
    Then Hamlet does it not, Hamlet denies it.
    Who does it, then? His madness: if't be so,
    Hamlet is of the faction that is wrong'd;
    His madness is poor Hamlet's enemy.
    Sir, in this audience,
    Let my disclaiming from a purposed evil
    Free me so far in your most generous thoughts,
    That I have shot mine arrow o'er the house,
    And hurt my brother.

    Laertes was courteous but didn’t take an apology. He waits for revenge and remains. No matter which outcome will be of fight King will kill Hamlet. Laertes knows that. And deaths of Polonius and Ophelia will receive theirs revenge.
    King salutes with goblet for Hamlet’s health. And Hamlet knows - King waits for his death. Why then he fights? I was fencing day and night for that scene. But at the end I will treat without that episode of fight. It’s stupid because of dishonour. Both have to acknowledge this duel is last for them. Hamlet will be killed, Laertes also, to keep this secret.
    Most important line in all that scene says the Queen before she drinks poisoned vine. She said that Hamlet fat and he has short breath.
    Hamlet is fat! Everybody plays him like young underweight hero. And all text turns over, but too late. He is hero, not fat avenger! Ophelia can’t love him, if she is beautiful. She accepted his signs of attention, but never gave her love in answer. Yes, Hamlet is Prince and because of that she was agree to everything.
    By the way, everybody is not good-looking in play. King is horrible, Hamlet is fat. Handsome and stately is only Ghost. Is it because Shakespeare wrote role for himself?

    Actor swings Shakespeare’s bust like a rapire.

    Actor plays Hamlet Actor fencing with Shakespears 
bust on the right of table Crafty Shakespeare yours Hamlet fat angry to all world

    ACTOR: You wrote insidious text and ready for deception. We believe to all your words. And you prepared trap, Shakespeare. Our Hamlet is pure, attractive, mad. Your Hamlet is fat, angry for all the world.
    Hertruda said about poison. Just once she made something what could assemble motherly action. How could she betrayed son and give the throne to another man? Husbands could change, but children have to be priority. And one thing that she done – drank poison instead of him.
    Hertruda betrayed Hamlet for one thing which sun couldn’t give her – the throne. Only with Claudius she is still a Queen. Mother of King is different. She just used to it. And she was agree to incest only to keep being Queen.
    Problem here not in that Hamlet is too young. Queen wasn’t overly old to loose kingdom.
    Queen’s cowardly love can’t protect her own son. It was late for excuses and for right decisions.
    Tragedy. Should be a lot of blood at the end .
    Queen was murdered. Laertes and Hamlet injured by the same poisoned sword. And Hamlet kill Claudius by sword and goblet with poison. The end is agony. All killed, all guilty. And only payment is blood for blood.
    Hamlet don’t need forgiveness of Laertes no more. Hamlet dies longer than everybody else. His eyes already see the death.
    I want to tell just one thing. Not, Hamlet is not mad! All his words are conscious and it is worst from all his fate disasters. And when he dies he wants truth.
    Horatio, friend from Wittenburg, Hamlet said his last will to him. Why Horatio? He was near Hamlet always. Hamlet's friend he is too obvious. I never keep attention to him.
    Hamlet saw Ghost, Horatio was present. He shocked, but sane. He was an eyewitness.
    Prince trusted to Horatio when checked uncle's guilt. He is important for Hamlet. Like twin, supplement, not only friend. I never interacted with this character like with significant one.
    When Hamlet was absent, Horatio left in Elsinore. And Prince trusted him, believed that friend not involved in intrigues. To him Hamlet revealed Rosencrantz and Guildenstern murder and afraid for his life before the duel.
    Prince stopped university friend from commit suicide. Why? Horatio knows truth like Hamlet. And he is bystander. He is strong; he could endure pain after that tragedy.
    Yes, Hamlet could addressed his last words only to him. He asks his friend to tell his death mystery to everybody. Horatio now is his voice and Hamlet dies with that.

    Thou livest; report me and my cause aright
    To the unsatisfied.
    … O, I die, Horatio;
    The potent poison quite o'er-crows my spirit:
    I cannot live to hear the news from England;
    But I do prophesy the election lights
    On Fortinbras: he has my dying voice;
    So tell him, with the occurrents, more and less,
    Which have solicited. The rest is silence.

    Actor closes the book puts on table, Shakespeare’s bust above.

    Actor plays Hamlet Actor puts closed book on table
upon it puts Shakespears bust Hamlet let your mind help me to play yours role

    ACTOR: Silence. Spectators will animate again barely after it . They always are quiet in the end. Like on my mind, Fortinbras didn’t deserve all this death . But who I am? Just an actor. And you are the greatest Playwright, sovereign of destinies. We will see Hamlet’s story when curtain open. Now - soundless.
    Hamlet you are not mad. Your spirit outlived so many centuries. And I beg you – give me help of your brain to play this role. Hamlet passed. No, he only left. He will not die till there will be someone who remember his story.

    Actor bows.

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