So much for this, sir. Now let me see the other;
You do remember all the circumstance?
Let's move on from that. Now show me the other document—you remember everything that happened, right?
Okay, that's enough about that. Let me see the other one. You remember all the details, don't you?
enough of that show me the other doc u remember everything?
Remember it, my lord!
I could never forget it, my lord!
How could I possibly forget, my lord!
i'll never forget
Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting
That would not let me sleep. Methought I lay
Worse than the mutinies in the bilboes. Rashly,
And prais’d be rashness for it,—let us know,
Our indiscretion sometime serves us well,
When our deep plots do pall; and that should teach us
There’s a divinity that shapes our ends,
Rough-hew them how we will.
My mind was in a state of internal conflict that wouldn't let me sleep. I felt worse than prisoners struggling in heavy leg irons. Truthfully, and I'm glad for acting on impulse—let's accept this: sometimes our hasty decisions actually help us when our careful plans fall flat. That should teach us something. There's a higher power that shapes our lives, no matter how rough we try to shape them ourselves.
I couldn't sleep—my head was totally torn up. I felt worse than a prisoner in chains. But honestly? I'm grateful I acted without thinking because it worked. See, sometimes rushing in actually saves you when your careful plans backfire. Maybe that teaches us that there's something bigger than us steering our lives, however much we try to control them.
couldn't sleep was going crazy no careful plan was gonna work but acting reckless saved me gotta be something bigger controlling this
That is most certain.
That's absolutely true.
That's completely true.
yep facts
Up from my cabin,
My sea-gown scarf’d about me, in the dark
Grop’d I to find out them; had my desire,
Finger’d their packet, and in fine, withdrew
To mine own room again, making so bold,
My fears forgetting manners, to unseal
Their grand commission; where I found, Horatio,
Oh royal knavery! an exact command,
Larded with many several sorts of reasons,
Importing Denmark’s health, and England’s too,
With ho! such bugs and goblins in my life,
That on the supervise, no leisure bated,
No, not to stay the grinding of the axe,
My head should be struck off.
I got up from my cabin, wrapped my sea-coat around me, and in the dark I fumbled around to find them. When I found them, I grabbed their letter and then slipped back to my own room. I was so nervous I forgot to be polite, and I opened their official order. And there it was, Horatio—oh, what a royal crime! An exact command full of all kinds of fancy reasons saying Denmark's health and England's health depended on it. And it was stuffed with such terrifying threats to my life that without any delay at all, with no time even to wait for the executioner's axe to finish its stroke, my head should be cut off.
I crawled out of my cabin in the dark with my coat wrapped around me, searching for them. Found them, grabbed their letter, and snuck back to my room. I was so scared I forgot to have manners and just ripped their commission open. And, Horatio, it was insane—a royal conspiracy! The thing was packed with fancy excuses about how it was necessary for Denmark and England, and it basically said I had to be killed right away. No waiting, no delays, just—chop my head off.
crawled out in dark found their letter opened their orders it was insane said to kill me immediately no time to waste
Is’t possible?
Is that possible?
That's real?
wait really?
Here’s the commission, read it at more leisure.
But wilt thou hear me how I did proceed?
There's the commission—read it when you have time. But do you want to hear what I did about it?
Here's the official order—look at it later when you have time. But first, want to hear what I actually did?
here's the official order read it later but first—listen to what i did
I beseech you.
I'm begging you.
Please.
please
Being thus benetted round with villanies,—
Or I could make a prologue to my brains,
They had begun the play,—I sat me down,
Devis’d a new commission, wrote it fair:
I once did hold it, as our statists do,
A baseness to write fair, and labour’d much
How to forget that learning; but, sir, now
It did me yeoman’s service. Wilt thou know
The effect of what I wrote?
Since I was trapped by these crimes on all sides—or I could give my brain a prologue before it started playing its scene—I sat down and created a new order, wrote it out cleanly. I used to believe, like other politicians do, that good handwriting was beneath a nobleman and I spent a lot of effort forgetting that skill. But now, sir, it actually did me tremendous service. Want to know what was in what I wrote?
I was completely surrounded by these conspiracies—like my brain could have started the whole scene before I even had a chance to think. So I sat down and wrote up my own commission, made it look official. I used to think, like other guys in politics do, that writing fancy was something beneath me and I worked hard to unlearn it. But now it totally saved me. Want to know what I put in it?
trapped by conspiracy sat down wrote my own official order fancy handwriting saved me want the details?
Ay, good my lord.
Yes, I'd love to hear it, my lord.
Yeah, tell me, my lord.
yeah tell me
An earnest conjuration from the King,
As England was his faithful tributary,
As love between them like the palm might flourish,
As peace should still her wheaten garland wear
And stand a comma ’tween their amities,
And many such-like ‘as’es of great charge,
That on the view and know of these contents,
Without debatement further, more or less,
He should the bearers put to sudden death,
Not shriving-time allow’d.
A serious command from the King, saying since England was his loyal subject, and their love was like a palm tree that would flourish, and peace should always wear her wheat-wreath and stand as a sign of their friendship, and lots of other grand phrases, on the reading and understanding of this order, he was to put the letter-carriers to immediate death without any further discussion or delay, and without even letting them make confession before dying.
A serious order from the King saying that since England was his loyal servant, and their love should bloom like a palm tree, and peace should be always between them, and a bunch of other flowery language—basically saying when you read this, kill the messengers right away without any discussion or delay. Don't even give them time to pray.
serious order from king england's his loyal servant love should bloom peace should be between them basically: kill messengers immediately no time to pray
How was this seal’d?
How did you seal it?
How did you manage to seal it with his actual seal?
how'd u seal it
Why, even in that was heaven ordinant.
I had my father’s signet in my purse,
Which was the model of that Danish seal:
Folded the writ up in the form of the other,
Subscrib’d it: gave’t th’impression; plac’d it safely,
The changeling never known. Now, the next day
Was our sea-fight, and what to this was sequent
Thou know’st already.
Well, it happened that heaven was helping me then. I had my father's official signet in my pocket, which was exactly like the Danish seal. I folded the document the same way as the original, signed it, stamped it with the seal and put it away safely. The switched document was never discovered. And the very next day came the sea battle, and you already know what happened after that.
Turns out heaven was looking out for me. I had my father's official seal in my pocket—it was just like the Danish one. So I folded up my letter the same way, signed it, stamped it with his seal, and stashed it. They never noticed it was different. Then the next day we got into the sea battle, and you already know the rest.
had my father's seal in pocket looked just like the danish one forged it stamped it they never noticed seabattle happened next day
So Guildenstern and Rosencrantz go to’t.
So Guildenstern and Rosencrantz went to their deaths.
So Guildenstern and Rosencrantz—they're done for.
guildenstern and rosencrantz gone
Why, man, they did make love to this employment.
They are not near my conscience; their defeat
Does by their own insinuation grow.
’Tis dangerous when the baser nature comes
Between the pass and fell incensed points
Of mighty opposites.
These guys actually wanted to do this job. They're not on my conscience—their downfall comes from their own scheming. When the common lower class gets between the powerful enemies and their fierce attacks, that's always dangerous.
Look, they volunteered for this job. I don't feel bad about them—they brought it on themselves with their own games. When regular guys get caught between powerful enemies going at each other hard, that's when they get hurt.
they volunteered their own fault when regular people get between powerful enemies they get destroyed
Why, what a king is this!
What kind of king is this!
What kind of king does this!
what kind of king
Does it not, thinks’t thee, stand me now upon,—
He that hath kill’d my king, and whor’d my mother,
Popp’d in between th’election and my hopes,
Thrown out his angle for my proper life,
And with such cozenage—is’t not perfect conscience
To quit him with this arm? And is’t not to be damn’d
To let this canker of our nature come
In further evil?
Isn't it right for me now—the man who killed my king and seduced my mother, who pushed himself between the throne and my hopes, and who cast his hook for my life, and did all this with such lying trickery—isn't it perfect morality for me to defeat him with this sword? And wouldn't I go to hell if I let this poison of human nature spread any further?
Doesn't it make sense for me to take him down—he killed my king, he seduced my mother, he muscled in to block me from the throne, and he tried to have me killed. How is letting someone like that just walk around doing more evil not the most damned thing I could do?
he killed the king seduced my mom blocked me from throne tried to kill me how is it wrong to stop him?
It must be shortly known to him from England
What is the issue of the business there.
The King will soon hear from England what happened there—whether the mission was completed.
Claudius is going to find out from England what actually went down over there.
king's gonna hear what went down in england
It will be short. The interim is mine;
And a man’s life’s no more than to say ‘One’.
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 tow’ring passion.
It won't take long. The time between now and then is mine. A human life is no longer than it takes to say 'one.' But I'm really sorry, good Horatio, that I forgot myself with Laertes like that. Because when I see my own situation, I see his situation too. I want to win his favor back. But honestly, the intensity of his grief actually pushed me into this wild anger.
It'll be quick. Right now the time is mine to use. A human life is just the space between one heartbeat and the next, really. But I'm genuinely sorry, Horatio, that I went off on Laertes like that. When I think about what I'm dealing with, I realize he's dealing with the same thing. I want to make it right with him. But the guy's grief is so raw it just got to me and made me explode.
time is mine now life is just a moment sorry i went off on laertes i see his situation like mine i wanna make it right but his grief set me off
Peace, who comes here?
Be quiet. Who's coming?
Quiet. Who's that coming?
shh who's coming
Your lordship is right welcome back to Denmark.
Your lordship is truly welcome back to Denmark.
Welcome back to Denmark, my lord.
welcome back to denmark
I humbly thank you, sir. Dost know this waterfly?
I'm grateful, sir. Do you know this flighty, meaningless person?
Thank you, sir. Do you know this buzzing fool?
thanks do u know this buzzing fool
No, my good lord.
That's not the case, my lord.
No way, my lord.
nah, my lord
Thy state is the more gracious; for ’tis a vice to know him. He hath
much land, and fertile; let a beast be lord of beasts, and his crib
shall stand at the king’s mess; ’tis a chough; but, as I say, spacious
in the possession of dirt.
Your not knowing him is more respectable, because it's a shame to know him. He has a lot of rich land, but let any animal have authority over other animals and eat at the king's table—he's a jackdaw, but what I mean is, he has plenty of dirt in his possession.
You're lucky you don't know him, actually, because knowing him is actually bad for you. The guy's loaded with land, but you know what? Put any creature in charge of other creatures and give it a seat at the king's dinner—he's just a crow, but the point is he's nothing but a guy with a bunch of real estate.
good thing u don't know him knowing him is bad he's rich but he's just a crow with dirt
Sweet lord, if your lordship were at leisure, I should impart a thing
to you from his Majesty.
My lord, if you had a moment, I have something from the King himself to tell you.
My lord, if you have a second, I've got a message from the King for you.
my lord got a message from the king if ur free
I will receive it with all diligence of spirit. Put your bonnet to his
right use; ’tis for the head.
I'll take it with complete seriousness and attention. Put your hat on—it's actually meant for your head.
I'll give it my full attention. And put your hat back on—that's what it's for.
i'll listen carefully put ur hat on it's literally for ur head
I thank your lordship, ’tis very hot.
I thank you, my lord. It's very hot.
Thank you, my lord. It's really hot.
thanks it's so hot
No, believe me, ’tis very cold, the wind is northerly.
No, trust me, it's very cold, and the wind is coming from the north.
Actually no, it's really cold. The wind's blowing from the north.
nah it's cold wind's from the north
It is indifferent cold, my lord, indeed.
It's somewhat cold, my lord, it's true.
Yeah, it's fairly cold, my lord, honestly.
yeah it's pretty cold
Methinks it is very sultry and hot for my complexion.
I think it's very hot and sultry, given my particular temperament.
To me it feels pretty hot and humid, honestly.
it's so hot
Exceedingly, my lord; it is very sultry,—as ’twere—I cannot tell how.
But, my lord, his Majesty bade me signify to you that he has laid a
great wager on your head. Sir, this is the matter,—
Extremely so, my lord, it's very sultry—how do I even explain it? But my lord, the King has told me to tell you that he's made a big bet on you. Sir, here's the thing—
Extremely so, my lord, it's very sultry—I don't even know how to describe it. But my lord, the King wanted me to tell you he's put down a huge bet on you. Sir, here's what it's about—
yeah super sultry can't even describe it the king bet big money on u here's the deal—
I beseech you, remember,—
I'm begging you, remember—
Please, remember—
wait remember—
Nay, in good faith; for mine ease, in good faith. Sir, here is newly
come to court Laertes; believe me, an absolute gentleman, full of most
excellent differences, of very soft society and great showing. Indeed,
to speak feelingly of him, he is the card or calendar of gentry; for
you shall find in him the continent of what part a gentleman would see.
Listen, I'm taking it easy. Sir, there's a new person at court—Laertes—believe me, he's an absolute gentleman, full of excellent qualities, very refined manners and impressive bearing. Really, to speak honestly about him, he's the perfect example of gentlemanly behavior; in him you'll find every quality a gentleman should have.
No no, I'm just relaxing. Sir, there's this new guy at court—Laertes—and trust me, he's the real deal. He's got all these incredible qualities, really refined, makes a great impression. To put it simply, he's like the perfect picture of what a gentleman should be. He has everything.
just chillin there's a new guy laertes at court he's incredible like the perfect gentleman has everything
Sir, his definement suffers no perdition in you, though I know, to
divide him inventorially would dizzy th’arithmetic of memory, and yet
but yaw neither, in respect of his quick sail. But, in the verity of
extolment, I take him to be a soul of great article and his infusion of
such dearth and rareness as, to make true diction of him, his semblable
is his mirror and who else would trace him his umbrage, nothing more.
Sir, his description loses nothing in you, and I know even listing all his qualities would confuse my memory, and yet it wouldn't quite catch up to his speed either. But honestly, when I truly praise him, I think he's a man of real importance and his personality is so rare and valuable that the only true way to describe him is that his equal is his reflection, and anyone else who follows him is just his shadow—no one could be more.
Sir, you're describing him well, and I know trying to list everything about him would break my brain's calculator, and it still wouldn't keep up with how good he is. But truthfully, when I really think about what makes him great, he's such an important person and such a rare character that the only honest way to describe him is that he's his own mirror image—anyone else is just his shadow, nothing more.
ur describing him well he's impossible to list too good honestly he's so rare he's his own mirror everyone else is just his shadow
Your lordship speaks most infallibly of him.
Your lordship speaks about him absolutely correctly.
Your lordship has that exactly right.
exactly right
The concernancy, sir? Why do we wrap the gentleman in our more rawer
breath?
The relevance, sir? Why are we wrapping this gentleman in our less polished breath?
What's the point, sir? Why are we making this guy smaller by talking about him in our plain way?
what's the point why are we making him smaller by talking about him
Sir?
Sir?
Yes, sir?
sir?
Is’t not possible to understand in another tongue? You will do’t, sir,
really.
Is it impossible to understand in another language? You're going to have to try, sir.
Can you not understand it in any other language? You're gonna have to switch it up, sir.
u can't understand it another way gotta switch it up
What imports the nomination of this gentleman?
What is the point of mentioning this gentleman?
Why are you bringing up this gentleman?
why mention him
Of Laertes?
You mean about Laertes?
You mean Laertes?
laertes?
His purse is empty already, all’s golden words are spent.
His money is completely gone—all those fine words he's spent are exhausted.
He's broke—he's spent all his fancy words.
out of cash talked himself into nothing sad
Hamlet's 'readiness is all' speech is one of the most discussed philosophical passages in English literature, and it draws on at least two distinct traditions. The first is Stoicism — the Roman philosophical school that taught acceptance of fate, the distinction between what is in our control (our responses, our character, our readiness) and what is not (outcomes, death, fortune). Epictetus, Seneca, and Marcus Aurelius all articulate versions of this position, and Shakespeare would have known Stoic thought through Montaigne and through the Roman plays. The second is Christian providence — Matthew 10:29, the sparrow passage — which frames even the smallest event as within God's plan. Hamlet's argument is that since all events are providentially ordered and since death is inevitable, the only thing worth cultivating is readiness. The 'to be or not to be' speech earlier in the play is also about death, but from a position of crisis and fear: the 'undiscovered country' is terrifying. Here, the same subject is approached with a calm that is not resignation but genuine acceptance. The philosopher who could not act has become someone who, finally, understands what acting in the face of uncertainty requires: not knowledge of outcome, but readiness for whatever comes.
Of him, sir.
Regarding him, sir.
About him, sir.
about him
I know you are not ignorant,—
I know you're not unaware—
You know you're familiar with—
you know about this
I would you did, sir; yet in faith if you did, it would not much
approve me. Well, sir?
I wish you had—but honestly, even if you did, it wouldn't help me much. Well, what is it, sir?
I wish you had—but honestly, even if you did, it wouldn't really matter to me. So what is it, sir?
wish u had but wouldn't matter to me anyway what is it
You are not ignorant of what excellence Laertes is,—
You're not unaware of how excellent Laertes is—
You know how excellent Laertes is—
u know how good laertes is—
I dare not confess that, lest I should compare with him in excellence;
but to know a man well were to know himself.
I can't admit that, because then I'd have to compare myself with him in excellence. But to really know a person is to know yourself.
I can't say that because then I'd have to say I'm on his level in talent, and that's not true. But honestly, to really know someone is to know yourself.
can't say that would mean i'm his equal to know someone is to know urself
I mean, sir, for his weapon; but in the imputation laid on him, by them
in his meed he’s unfellowed.
I mean, sir, for swordplay—but according to the reputation they give him, in his arena he has no equal.
I mean, with the sword—but from what people say about him, when it comes to fencing he's unbeaten.
i mean with the sword according to people he's unbeatable
What’s his weapon?
What is his weapon?
What weapon does he use?
what's his weapon
Rapier and dagger.
A rapier and a dagger.
A rapier and dagger.
rapier and dagger
That’s two of his weapons. But well.
Well, those are two weapons. Very well.
That's a pair of weapons. Okay.
those are two weapons okay
The King, sir, hath wager’d with him six Barbary horses, against the
which he has imponed, as I take it, six French rapiers and poniards,
with their assigns, as girdle, hangers, and so. Three of the carriages,
in faith, are very dear to fancy, very responsive to the hilts, most
delicate carriages, and of very liberal conceit.
The King, sir, has bet you six Arabian horses against what Laertes has staked—I believe it's six French rapiers and daggers, with their equipment like belts and hangers. Three of the belt-fittings, honestly, are very beautiful, very well-matched to the swords, most delicate, and designed with excellent taste.
The King has bet six Arabian horses against what Laertes put up—I think it's six French swords and daggers with all their gear, belts and hangers. Three of the decorative fittings are actually really beautiful, matched perfectly to the hilts, really delicate, and designed with great taste.
king bet 6 arabian horses laertes bet 6 french swords + daggers with gear 3 fittings are really beautiful matched perfectly
What call you the carriages?
What are you referring to as the carriages?
What does carriages mean?
what's a carriage
I knew you must be edified by the margin ere you had done.
I knew you'd need an explanation written in the margin before you were done.
I figured you'd need notes on this by the time we got done.
knew u'd need notes on this
The carriages, sir, are the hangers.
Sir, by carriages I mean the straps that hold the swords.
They're called hangers—you know, the straps for the swords, sir.
carriages = hangers for swords
The phrase would be more german to the matter if we could carry cannon
by our sides. I would it might be hangers till then. But on. Six
Barbary horses against six French swords, their assigns, and three
liberal conceited carriages: that’s the French bet against the Danish.
Why is this all imponed, as you call it?
The phrase would fit better if we could carry cannons at our sides. I'd prefer they stay called hangers until then. But moving on: six Arabian horses against six French swords and their equipment and three fancy belt-fittings—that's the French bet against the Danish. Why is this whole thing being gambled like this, as you call it?
The term would make more sense if we could carry cannons on our hips. I'd rather call them hangers until we can. But anyway: six Arabian horses against six French swords with their gear and three decorative fittings—that's France against Denmark. Why is all this being put up as a bet like you're saying?
term makes sense if we had cannons call 'em hangers for now 6 arabian horses vs 6 french swords france vs denmark why bet all this
The King, sir, hath laid that in a dozen passes between you and him, he
shall not exceed you three hits. He hath laid on twelve for nine. And
it would come to immediate trial if your lordship would vouchsafe the
answer.
The King, sir, has wagered that in a dozen bouts between you and him, he won't beat you by more than three hits. He's put down money saying he'll get nine to your twelve. And they want to start the match right away if you'll accept the challenge.
The King has bet that in a dozen bouts between you and Laertes, he won't beat you by more than three hits. The odds are nine to twelve in your favor. And they're ready to go right now if you'll accept.
king bet laertes won't beat u by more than 3 hits in a dozen bouts odds are 9 to 12 for u they wanna start now
How if I answer no?
What if I say no?
What if I don't want to?
what if i decline
I mean, my lord, the opposition of your person in trial.
I mean, my lord, whether you'll accept the physical challenge and test yourself against him.
I mean, my lord, whether you'll agree to fence him.
whether u'll fence him
Sir, I will walk here in the hall. If it please his Majesty, it is the
breathing time of day with me. Let the foils be brought, the gentleman
willing, and the King hold his purpose, I will win for him if I can; if
not, I will gain nothing but my shame and the odd hits.
Sir, I'll walk around here in the hall. If it pleases the King, this time of day is when I do my exercise. Bring out the practice swords, and if the gentleman is willing and the King wants to go through with it, I'll win for him if I'm able to. If not, I'll just get some bruises and lose a few points.
Sir, I'll be walking around the hall here. If the King wants to, this is my time to work out. Get the practice swords ready, if Laertes is game and the King still wants to bet on this, I'll beat him if I can. If not, well, I'll just take a few losses.
i'll walk the hall this is my workout time get swords ready if laertes wants to go i'll beat him if i can if not i just lose some points
Shall I re-deliver you e’en so?
Should I tell him exactly that?
Should I tell him exactly this?
tell him exactly this?
To this effect, sir; after what flourish your nature will.
In this way, sir, but add whatever fancy touch your style naturally gives it.
That way, sir, but dress it up however you naturally would.
that way but dress it up however u want
I commend my duty to your lordship.
I present my respect and loyalty to your lordship.
I'm honored to serve you, my lord.
honored to serve u
Yours, yours.
Same to you.
And to you.
and to u
He does well to commend it himself, there are no tongues else for’s
turn.
He does well to praise himself, since no one else is going to speak up for him.
Good for him, praising himself, since nobody else is gonna do it.
he praises himself cuz nobody else will
This lapwing runs away with the shell on his head.
This young fool is rushing away with the shell still on his head.
This guy's running away so fast he still has the shell on his head—totally immature.
guy's running away still wearing his shell completely immature
He did comply with his dug before he suck’d it. Thus has he,—and many
more of the same bevy that I know the drossy age dotes on,— only got
the tune of the time and outward habit of encounter; a kind of yeasty
collection, which carries them through and through the most fanned and
winnowed opinions; and do but blow them to their trial, the bubbles are
out.
He followed the customs of politeness before he even understood why—like this, and many others of his type who I see our worn-out society is crazy about—he only picked up the style and surface behavior of society; a kind of empty collection that takes them through all the most fashionable and accepted opinions. But if you just blow on them, the bubbles pop.
He was being polite before he understood anything about it—him and all these other guys like him who our tired world is obsessed with. They just picked up the surface style and the way people act; it's all empty air that makes them fit in with all the trendy opinions. But blow on them hard and they just burst.
polite before he understood anything him and all these guys society's obsessed with just picked up the surface it's all empty air blow on them they burst
My lord, his Majesty commended him to you by young Osric, who brings
back to him that you attend him in the hall. He sends to know if your
pleasure hold to play with Laertes or that you will take longer time.
My lord, his Majesty sent you his greetings through young Osric and wants to know if you're ready to play against Laertes or if you need more time.
My lord, the King sent word through Osric and wants to know if you're ready to fight Laertes or if you need more time.
king sent word wants to know if ur ready to fight laertes needs more time?
I am constant to my purposes, they follow the King’s pleasure. If his
fitness speaks, mine is ready. Now or whensoever, provided I be so able
as now.
I'm committed to what I said I'd do. I follow the King's wishes. If he's ready, I'm ready. Now or whenever, as long as I'm in the shape I'm in now.
I said I'd do it and I mean it. I'm following what the King wants. If he's ready, I'm ready. Right now or whenever, as long as I feel as good as I do right now.
i'm committed following the king's wishes if he's ready i'm ready now or whenever
The King and Queen and all are coming down.
The King and Queen and everyone else are coming down here now.
The King and Queen are coming down here right now.
king and queen coming down
In happy time.
At the perfect time.
Perfect timing.
good timing
The Queen desires you to use some gentle entertainment to Laertes
before you fall to play.
The Queen wants you to treat Laertes kindly and be friendly with him before you both start fighting.
The Queen wants you to be nice to Laertes and chat with him a bit before you start the match.
queen wants u to be nice to laertes be friendly before the match
She well instructs me.
She gives me good advice.
She's right about that.
she's right
You will lose this wager, my lord.
My lord, this bet will not go in your favor.
You're going to lose this one, my lord.
this bet won't go well
I do not think so. Since he went into France, I have been in continual
practice. I shall win at the odds. But thou wouldst not think how ill
all’s here about my heart: but it is no matter.
I don't think so. Since he went to France, I've been practicing constantly. I'll win with these odds. But I'm telling you, something feels really wrong here inside me. But it doesn't matter.
I don't think I'll lose. Since he's been in France, I've been practicing all the time. I can win with the odds the way they are. But honestly, something feels really wrong inside me about this. But whatever.
don't think i'll lose been practicing constantly can win with these odds but something feels wrong inside me but whatever
Nay, good my lord.
No, good my lord.
No, my lord.
don't even think it
It is but foolery; but it is such a kind of gain-giving as would
perhaps trouble a woman.
It's just nonsense, but it's the kind of doubt that would probably bother a woman.
It's nothing, really, just the kind of weird doubt that would probably freak out most people.
just nonsense kinda doubt that bothers people but nothing
If your mind dislike anything, obey it. I will forestall their repair
hither, and say you are not fit.
If your mind doesn't like something, listen to it. I'll go tell them you're not ready to play.
If something's bothering you, listen to your gut. I'll go tell them you're not well enough to fight.
listen to ur gut i'll tell them ur not ready
Not a whit, 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?
I won't worry about this. There's a divine plan in everything—even which sparrow falls. If I'm meant to die now, I will. If not now, then later. If not later, then soon. The important thing is to be ready. No one takes anything with them when they leave. What does it matter to leave early?
I'm done worrying. There's something bigger than me deciding things. Even sparrows fall by design. If I die now, I die. If not now, then later. Whenever. What matters is I'm ready. Nobody keeps anything anyway—we leave empty. So what does it matter when?
i'm ready whatever happens the readiness is all no one keeps what they leave behind
Come, Hamlet, come, and take this hand from me.
Come here, Hamlet. Let me shake your hand.
Come on, Hamlet. Shake my hand.
come shake my hand
Give me your pardon, sir. I have 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 purpos’d evil
Free me so far in your most generous thoughts
That I have shot my arrow o’er the house
And hurt my brother.
Forgive me, sir. I've wronged you, but I ask your pardon as a gentleman would grant it. This whole court knows—you must have heard—how I've been punished with terrible madness. Everything I did that might have offended your nature, your honor, and your sense of right—I declare now it was madness. Did Hamlet wrong Laertes? Never. If Hamlet was taken out of himself, and when he's not himself he wrongs Laertes, then Hamlet didn't do it—Hamlet denies it. Who did it then? His madness. If that's true, then Hamlet is on the side that's wronged; his madness is Hamlet's own enemy. Sir, in front of all these witnesses, let my denial of any deliberate evil free me enough in your generous thoughts so that—like shooting an arrow over a house and wounding my brother by accident—you see this as beyond my control.
Forgive me, sir. I hurt you, and I'm asking you to pardon me like a gentleman would. Everyone here knows—you've definitely heard—how crazy I went during all this. Everything I did that seemed wrong? I'm telling you now it was the madness, not me. Did Hamlet hurt you? No. When I wasn't myself and I hurt you, that wasn't Hamlet doing it—I deny it. My madness did it. My madness is my enemy, not you. In front of everyone here, understand that I never meant to harm you on purpose, so please be generous enough to forgive me. It's like I shot an arrow over a house and it accidentally hit my brother.
i'm sorry i hurt you but i was losing it that wasn't me it was the madness please forgive the accident
Osric is one of Shakespeare's most compressed satirical portraits. He appears in a single scene, says almost nothing of substance, and exists entirely as a type: the courtier who has money, social position, fashionable manners, and nothing else. His language is a parody of courtly affectation — swollen, indirect, decorated with elaborate qualifications that say nothing. Hamlet's response to him is to echo and escalate his style until Osric is baffled by his own idiom. The joke is at the expense of a whole social class: men who have risen through wealth alone, who have mastered the surface of courtly behavior without possessing any of its supposed virtues (honor, wit, learning, courage). Osric is the court of Claudius reduced to its essence — all ceremony, no substance. In a play about performance and authenticity, he is the most purely performative figure: a man whose entire self is a fashion choice. Hamlet's description — 'got he his breeding at the capriole of his horse,' meaning he learned his manners from his horse rather than from education — is the play's final word on what the Danish court has become under Claudius.
I am satisfied in nature,
Whose motive in this case should stir me most
To my revenge. But in my terms of honour
I stand aloof, and will no reconcilement
Till by some elder masters of known honour
I have a voice and precedent of peace
To keep my name ungor’d. But till that time
I do receive your offer’d love like love,
And will not wrong it.
My heart wants to forgive you—that's my nature. What matters most is revenge, and revenge calls for my blood to boil. But honor is different. I have to stand apart until I can get the word of some elder man of honor that it's right to forgive you. I'll take your hand as a gesture of peace, but I can't fully reconcile until I have that elder authority backing me up. I don't want to forgive too quickly and then find out I've betrayed my father's memory. But for now, I accept your offer of peace.
My heart naturally wants to forgive—I'm that kind of person. What should make me want revenge is my blood, but honor is harder. I can't just shake your hand unless some respected elder says it's okay, that my honor is satisfied. So I'll accept your gesture of peace for now. But I need that permission before I fully forgive.
i want to forgive but honor won't let me not yet i need the elders to say it's okay to let this go
I embrace it freely,
And will this brother’s wager frankly play.—
Give us the foils; come on.
I take your forgiveness freely. And I'll play this match with you openly, generously. Give us the swords—come on, let's start.
I take it. I'll play this game honestly with you—no tricks. Give us the swords. Let's go.
i accept no tricks let's fence let's play
Come, one for me.
I need one for myself.
I'll take one.
one for me
I’ll be your foil, Laertes; in mine ignorance
Your skill shall like a star i’ th’ darkest night,
Stick fiery off indeed.
I'll be your background, Laertes. My lack of skill will make your talent shine like a bright star in the darkest night.
You're better than me. My weakness will make your skill look brilliant—like a star in the dark.
you're the star i'm just making you look good
You mock me, sir.
Are you mocking me?
You're joking with me.
you mock me
No, by this hand.
No, I swear on my hand.
No, I mean it.
i mean it
Give them the foils, young Osric. Cousin Hamlet,
You know the wager?
Give them the swords, Osric. Hamlet, you understand the wager?
Osric, hand them the foils. Hamlet, you know the bet?
do you know what you're fighting for
Very well, my lord.
Your Grace has laid the odds o’ the weaker side.
Your Grace has given the favorable odds to the weaker side—to me.
You've stacked the odds in my favor, even though I'm the worse fencer.
you gave me the better odds
I do not fear it. I have seen you both;
But since he is better’d, we have therefore odds.
I'm not afraid. I've watched you both fence before. But since he's improved so much, the odds are on you—that's only fair.
I'm not worried. I've seen you both fight. But he's gotten better, so the odds have to favor you.
he's better now so the odds go to you
This is too heavy. Let me see another.
This one's too heavy. Let me try a different one.
This is too heavy. I want another.
too heavy another
This likes me well. These foils have all a length?
This one suits me fine. Are all these foils the same length?
This one feels good. Are they all the same size?
this one works all the same length
Ay, my good lord.
Yes, my lord.
Yes, sir.
yes
Set me the stoups of wine upon that table.
If Hamlet give the first or second hit,
Or quit in answer of the third exchange,
Let all the battlements their ordnance fire;
The King shall drink to Hamlet’s better breath,
And in the cup an union shall he throw
Richer than that which four successive kings
In Denmark’s crown have worn. Give me the cups;
And let the kettle to the trumpet speak,
The trumpet to the cannoneer without,
The cannons to the heavens, the heavens to earth,
‘Now the King drinks to Hamlet.’ Come, begin.
And you, the judges, bear a wary eye.
Put the wine cups on the table there. If Hamlet wins the first or second hit, or if he lands a winning hit in the third round, let all the cannons fire from the battlements. When Hamlet scores, the King will drink a toast to his health and throw a pearl into the cup—a pearl more valuable than any pearl that's ever adorned the Danish crown. Get the cups ready. Signal the trumpet, the trumpet will signal the cannons, the cannons will signal the heavens, and the heavens will echo back 'Now the King drinks to Hamlet.' Begin the match. You judges, watch carefully.
Set the wine on the table. If Hamlet wins the first or second point, or scores on the third exchange, fire the cannons from the walls. I'll drink to his health and throw in a pearl—worth more than any crown jewel ever made. Get the cups. When I drink, the trumpet sounds, the cannons fire, and everyone knows the King honors Hamlet. Begin. Judges, watch carefully.
if he wins fire the cannons i'll drink toss in a pearl worth more than the crown
Come on, sir.
Let's begin.
Let's go.
let's start
Come, my lord.
Come on, sir.
Come on.
come on
One.
One hit for me.
One.
one
No.
No.
No.
no
Judgement.
The judges must decide.
Judge.
judge
A hit, a very palpable hit.
A hit, absolutely undeniable.
That's a hit.
hit
Well; again.
All right. Again.
Again.
again
Stay, give me drink. Hamlet, this pearl is thine;
Here’s to thy health.
Wait, give me a drink. Hamlet, this pearl is yours. Here's to your health.
Hold on, someone get me a drink. Hamlet, I give you this pearl. To your health!
this pearl's for you to your health
Give him the cup.
Make sure he gets the cup.
Hand him that cup.
get him a drink
I’ll play this bout first; set it by awhile.
I'll finish this round first. Let me set this pearl aside for now.
Let me finish this round first. I'll put that reward aside for a minute.
let me finish this round put the reward aside
Come. Another hit; what say you?
Come on. Another round—what's your verdict?
Come on. Want to go again? What do you say?
let's go again what do u think?
A touch, a touch, I do confess.
A touch—I'll admit it.
You touched me.
you got me
Our son shall win.
Our son will win.
Hamlet will win.
he'll win
He’s fat, and scant of breath.
Here, Hamlet, take my napkin, rub thy brows.
The Queen carouses to thy fortune, Hamlet.
He's breathing hard and running short of breath. Here, Hamlet, take my napkin and wipe your face. The Queen drinks to your fortune, Hamlet.
He's sweating and out of breath. Here, wipe your face. I'm toasting your good luck.
wipe your face i drink to you to your luck
Good madam.
Thank you, madam.
Thank you.
thank you
Gertrude, do not drink.
Gertrude, don't drink!
Gertrude, wait!
don't drink no
I will, my lord; I pray you pardon me.
I will, my lord. I ask for your understanding.
I will, my lord. Forgive me.
i will forgive me
[_Aside._] It is the poison’d cup; it is too late.
She's drinking from the poisoned cup; there's nothing I can do now.
That's the poisoned cup she's drinking from. It's too late to stop her.
shes got the poison theres nothing i can do
I dare not drink yet, madam. By and by.
I can't drink yet, madam. In a moment.
Not yet, madam. Soon.
not yet later
Come, let me wipe thy face.
Come, let me wipe your face clean.
Come here, let me wipe your face.
let me wipe ur face
My lord, I’ll hit him now.
My lord, I'll strike him now.
Now I'll hit him.
now i'll do it
I do not think’t.
I don't think so.
Not likely.
doubt it
[_Aside._] And yet ’tis almost ’gainst my conscience.
Yet I can barely stomach doing this.
Yet I can hardly bring myself to go through with this.
this feels so wrong
Come for the third, Laertes. You do but dally.
I pray you pass with your best violence.
I am afeard you make a wanton of me.
Come on for the third round, Laertes. You're just playing with me. Show me your best—give me your full strength. I'm starting to think you're not trying your hardest.
Let's go for the third. You're just toying with me. Come at me with everything you've got. I think you're going easy on me.
come on third round stop playing show me your best full strength
Say you so? Come on.
You think so? Come on then.
Think so? Here I come.
come on then
Nothing neither way.
Neither of you has scored.
Neither side.
tied
Fortinbras arrives in the final scene to claim a kingdom he did not win, mourn a man he did not know, and inherit a tragedy he did not cause. His epitaph for Hamlet — 'he was likely, had he been put on, to have proved most royally' — is generous but also slightly wrong. Hamlet was not a man of action thwarted by circumstance; he was a man of exceptional thought for whom action was the specific difficulty. The soldier's rites Fortinbras orders — drums, cannon, military honor — are the wrong kind of ceremony for Hamlet. They honor a hero who died in battle, not a philosopher who was poisoned in a rigged duel. And yet they are what Denmark gets: the only conclusion available to a man who knows how to handle military victory but not moral catastrophe. Fortinbras's arrival and claim completes the political argument that began with the Ghost's account of the usurpation. Denmark was taken illegitimately by Claudius; its legitimate heir (Hamlet) is dead; and so it falls to the third claimant, who has the most straightforward relationship to power in the entire play — he simply wants it, he takes it, and he wins. The play's final image is of soldiers carrying Hamlet to a platform while Fortinbras orders a gun to be fired. It is not the ending Hamlet imagined. It is the ending his world provided.
Have at you now.
Here I come at you now.
Get ready—I'm coming at you hard!
here i come
Part them; they are incens’d.
Separate them. They're furious with each other.
Stop them. They're too angry.
stop too angry
Nay, come again!
No—fight me again!
Come back!
come again
Look to the Queen there, ho!
Look at the Queen over there, hey!
Watch out! The Queen!
watch the queen
They bleed on both sides. How is it, my lord?
They're both bleeding. How are you, my lord?
You're both bleeding. Are you all right?
both bleeding are you okay
How is’t, Laertes?
How is it, Laertes?
Laertes, you all right?
you okay
Why, as a woodcock to my own springe, Osric.
I am justly kill’d with mine own treachery.
I'm caught in my own trap, Osric. I've been justly killed by my own treachery.
I did this to myself. My own weapon. My own trap.
my own trap my own blade my own death
How does the Queen?
What's happened to the Queen?
Is my mother all right?
the queen mother
She swoons to see them bleed.
She's fainted at the sight of blood.
She fainted seeing you both bleed.
she fainted
No, no, the drink, the drink! O my dear Hamlet!
The drink, the drink! I am poison’d.
No, no—it's the drink, the drink! O my dear Hamlet! The drink, the drink! I'm poisoned.
No—the wine. The wine. I'm poisoned, Hamlet.
the drink poison i'm dying hamlet
O villany! Ho! Let the door be lock’d:
Treachery! Seek it out.
Treachery! Horror! Lock the doors—I want to find out who did this. Who did this?
Treachery! Lock the doors. Find out who did this.
treachery locked doors who who did this
It is here, Hamlet. Hamlet, thou art slain.
No medicine in the world can do thee good.
In thee there is not half an hour of life;
The treacherous instrument is in thy hand,
Unbated and envenom’d. The foul practice
Hath turn’d itself on me. Lo, here I lie,
Never to rise again. Thy mother’s poison’d.
I can no more. The King, the King’s to blame.
It is here, Hamlet. Hamlet, you are killed. No medicine in the world can help you. You have less than half an hour of life left. The blade is poisoned—unblunted and soaked in venom. My own plot has turned against me. Look at me here, dying. Never to rise again. Your mother is poisoned. I can't speak anymore. The King—the King is to blame.
It's the blade, Hamlet. You're poisoned. There's no cure. You have maybe thirty minutes. The weapon is poisoned—sharp and venomous. It was supposed to kill you, and it did. And it killed me too. Your mother is poisoned. I'm dying. But listen—the King did this. He's the one.
you're poisoned no cure thirty minutes the king the king did it to blame
The point envenom’d too!
Then, venom, to thy work.
The blade is poisoned too! Then poison, do your work.
The sword is poisoned as well! Go on then, poison, do what you're meant to do.
the sword is poisoned too poison do ur work
OSRIC and LORDS.
Treason! treason!
This is a betrayal! This is a betrayal!
It's treason! It's treason!
it's a setup! it's a setup!
O yet defend me, friends. I am but hurt.
Oh, protect me, friends. I'm only injured.
Oh, help me, friends. I'm just hurt.
help me friends just hurt
Here, thou incestuous, murderous, damned Dane,
Drink off this potion. Is thy union here?
Follow my mother.
Here, incestuous, murderous, damned Dane—drink this poison. Is your precious pearl in here? Follow my mother.
Drink this, you murdering bastard. This is your pearl. Go to hell with my mother.
drink this poison incestuous murderous followmy mother to hell
He is justly serv’d.
It is a poison temper’d by himself.
Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet.
Mine and my father’s death come not upon thee,
Nor thine on me.
He got what he deserved. He mixed that poison with his own hands. Let us forgive each other, noble Hamlet. May you not be blamed for my death or my father's, nor I for yours.
He had it coming. That's his own poison he mixed himself. Hamlet, let's forgive each other. Don't carry the guilt for me and my dad dying, and I won't carry yours.
he deserved that his own poison lol forgive me hamlet, i forgive u we're even
Heaven make thee free of it! I follow thee.
I am dead, Horatio. Wretched Queen, adieu.
You that look pale and tremble at this chance,
That are but mutes or audience to this act,
Had I but time,—as this fell sergeant, death,
Is strict in his arrest,—O, I could tell you,—
But let it be. Horatio, I am dead,
Thou liv’st; report me and my cause aright
To the unsatisfied.
May God free you from it. I follow you. I am dead, Horatio. Queen Gertrude, goodbye. You who stand here pale and shaking at what you've witnessed, who are only spectators to this terrible act—if I had time—if Death were not so strict in his arrest—O, I could tell you— But let it be. Horatio, I am dead. You remain. Tell my story and my cause truthfully to those who don't understand. Tell them.
May God forgive you. I'm dying too, Horatio. Mother, goodbye. All of you watching—if I had time, I could explain everything. But I don't. Horatio, you live. You have to tell them the truth—tell them what really happened, why I did what I did. Tell my story.
i'm dying horatio you live tell them my story the truth why i did what i did
Never believe it.
I am more an antique Roman than a Dane.
Here’s yet some liquor left.
I won't believe you're dead. I am more a Roman than a Dane. Here—there's poison still in this cup.
Don't tell me you're dead. I'll follow you—like the Romans. There's still poison in this cup.
no i won't believe i'll follow you to death
As th’art a man,
Give me the cup. Let go; by Heaven, I’ll have’t.
O good Horatio, what a wounded name,
Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me.
If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart,
Absent thee from felicity awhile,
And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain,
To tell my story.
Since you're a man, give me the cup. Let go—I will have it. O good Horatio, what a wounded name, what an incomplete story will be left behind me if you die too. If you've ever loved me, absent yourself from paradise awhile. Remain in this harsh world and endure its pain. Tell my story.
Give me the cup. As a man, let me have it. Horatio, if you die, nobody will know the truth. My name will be damaged forever. If you ever loved me, stay alive. Stay in this painful world and tell them what happened. Tell them why.
stay horatio stay alive please tell my story so they understand
What warlike noise is this?
What is that martial sound?
What's that sound? Sounds like war drums.
what's that loud noise?
Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from Poland,
To the ambassadors of England gives
This warlike volley.
Young Fortinbras has returned from conquering Poland and is greeting the ambassadors from England with a military salute.
Fortinbras just arrived from Poland and he's firing a cannon salute to the English ambassadors.
fortinbras from poland cannon salute
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 th’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.
O, I die, Horatio. The poison is overwhelming my spirit completely. I can't live to hear the news from England. But I do prophesy that Fortinbras will be chosen as the new king. He has my dying voice—my final vote. Tell him this along with everything else that has happened here, all the great and small events that led to this moment. The rest is silence.
I'm dying. The poison is killing me. I won't hear from England. But I know Fortinbras will be king—that's my last choice. Tell him that. Tell him everything that brought us here. The rest... silence.
i die fortinbras king my voice tell him tell everyone the rest silence
Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet prince,
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.
Why does the drum come hither?
Now a noble heart breaks. Goodnight, sweet prince, and may flights of angels escort you to your rest. Why does the drum come here?
There goes a good man. Goodbye, sweet prince. May angels bring you peace. Who's coming?
noble heart breaks goodbye sweet prince angels rest why the drum
Where is this sight?
What is this sight?
What happened here?
what is this
What is it you would see?
If aught of woe or wonder, cease your search.
If you want to see something terrible or strange, stop looking. Everything you need to know is right here, in this room.
If you're looking for horror or wonder, you've found it. It's all here.
here woe and wonder all here
This quarry cries on havoc. O proud death,
What feast is toward in thine eternal cell,
That thou so many princes at a shot
So bloodily hast struck?
This pile of corpses cries out against Death's cruelty. O proud Death, what feast is being prepared in your eternal palace, that you've struck down so many princes at once, so bloodily?
Look at this death toll. Death itself must be feasting—how many princes did you kill at once? All this blood.
quarry of death princdes fallen pride feast of death
The sight is dismal;
And our affairs from England come too late.
The ears are senseless that should give us hearing,
To tell him his commandment is fulfill’d,
That Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead.
Where should we have our thanks?
This is a terrible sight. Our news from England has come too late. The men who should be listening to us are dead—deaf to any news. We came to tell Claudius that his orders have been carried out, that Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead. But where do we direct our gratitude now?
This is horrific. We came too late from England. The King is dead—he'll never hear our report. We were supposed to tell him Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead. But there's nobody left to thank.
too late from england rosencrantz guildenstern dead no one to thank
Not from his mouth,
Had it th’ability of life to thank you.
He never gave commandment for their death.
But since, so jump upon this bloody question,
You from the Polack wars, and you from England
Are here arriv’d, give order that these bodies
High on a stage be placed to the view,
And let me speak to th’ yet unknowing world
How these things came about. So shall you hear
Of carnal, bloody and unnatural acts,
Of accidental judgements, casual slaughters,
Of deaths put on by cunning and forc’d cause,
And, in this upshot, purposes mistook
Fall’n on the inventors’ heads. All this can I
Truly deliver.
Not from his mouth—he's dead and cannot thank you. He never gave the order for their death. But since you've arrived at such a critical moment, you from Poland's wars and you from England, I'll arrange for these bodies to be displayed on a stage for all to see, and I will speak to the world that doesn't yet understand. I will tell them of carnal sins and bloody deeds, of acts against nature, of deaths that seemed accidental but were actually deliberate, of slaughters that came about by cunning and forced cause, and of intentions that went wrong and fell upon the heads of those who plotted them. All this I can tell truly.
Not from him—he's dead. He never ordered their deaths. But since you're here now, let me tell you. I'll put the bodies on display and tell the whole world what happened: murders, unnatural acts, deaths that looked like accidents but were planned, schemes that backfired and killed the schemers. Everything. I can explain it all.
not from him dead i'll tell carnal bloody unnatural acts accidental judgments casual slaughters cunning and forc'd cause purposes mistook fall'n on inventors' heads truly deliver
Let us haste to hear it,
And call the noblest to the audience.
For me, with sorrow I embrace my fortune.
I have some rights of memory in this kingdom,
Which now to claim my vantage doth invite me.
Let's hurry to hear that story and call the noblest men to listen. As for me, I embrace my good fortune with sorrow. I have some hereditary rights to this kingdom, and now my position invites me to claim what is mine.
Let's hear it. I'll gather the nobles. As for me, I'm taking Denmark with sadness—I have a claim, and now I'll make it.
let us hear the story denmark is mine claim rights fortune with sorrow
Of that I shall have also cause to speak,
And from his mouth whose voice will draw on more.
But let this same be presently perform’d,
Even while men’s minds are wild, lest more mischance
On plots and errors happen.
I too have something to say. I have the word of a man whose voice will influence many others. But this story must be told now, while people's minds are in chaos, before more schemes and misunderstandings can take root and cause more harm.
I have things to say too. Someone important will back me up. But we need to tell this story now, while minds are open, before more plots can happen.
my mouth whose voice will draw on more tell now while minds wild lest mischance plots and errors happen
Let four captains
Bear Hamlet like a soldier to the stage,
For he was likely, had he been put on,
To have prov’d most royally; and for his passage,
The soldiers’ music and the rites of war
Speak loudly for him.
Take up the bodies. Such a sight as this
Becomes the field, but here shows much amiss.
Go, bid the soldiers shoot.
Let four captains carry Hamlet's body like a soldier to the stage. He was likely to have been a great and royal man if he'd had the chance to prove himself. And for his death, let the soldiers' music and the ceremonial rites of war speak loudly for him. Take up these bodies. Such a sight as this belongs on a battlefield, but here in the palace it looks terrible. Go—order the soldiers to fire a salute.
Carry Hamlet like a soldier to the stage. If he'd lived, he'd have been a great king. Give him a soldier's funeral—music and ceremony. Take all these bodies away. This bloodshed belongs on a battlefield, not here. Fire the cannons for him.
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The Reckoning
Everything the play has been building to arrives in this scene — and arrives in the wrong order, the wrong way, at the wrong speed. Hamlet does not plan the killing of Claudius. It happens in the chaos of a trap that was set for him. Gertrude dies by mistake. Laertes dies partly by his own weapon. Hamlet kills Claudius in the thirty seconds between learning that Laertes's blade was poisoned and dying of that same poison. It is not the deliberate, prepared revenge Hamlet kept promising — it is a compressed explosion of every accumulated wrong, triggered by another man's betrayal. And yet it is enough. Claudius dies. The Ghost is answered. The something rotten in Denmark is cut out — and Denmark is left to Fortinbras, who was never in the play in any meaningful sense until the last five minutes. Hamlet dies with 'the rest is silence,' having asked Horatio to tell his story. The story is the play.
If this happened today…
A man who has spent months unable to act finds himself in a rigged situation designed to kill him. In the space of one betrayal — a friend's dying confession — he finally acts: not as planned, not as rehearsed, but completely, without hesitation, in the seconds before his own death. He doesn't survive to see whether it was worth it. He asks his best friend to make sure people understand what happened. Then a stranger arrives and claims everything.