Hamlet (2025)

[bunniefuu]

[Wind instruments

playing intermittently]

[Reciting prayer]

[Prayer ends]

[Indistinct chatter]

[Speaking in Hindi]

[Speaking softly in Hindi]

[Osric] My lord.

He desires to speak with you.

[Knocking on door]

Hamlet, come.

You are most welcome

back to England.

[Sighs]

Though yet of Bhaijan

our dear brother's death

the memory be green,

and it us befits

to bear our hearts in grief,

yet so far has discretion

fought with nature

that we with wisest sorrow

think on him

together with remembrance

of ourselves.

Now,

Gertrude,

our sometime sister,

and our Queen,

will we, as it were

with defeated joy,

with mirth in funeral

and with dirge in marriage...

...take now to wife.

[People clapping]

Nor have we herein barred

your better wisdoms,

which have freely gone

with this affair along.

For all, our thanks.

We will hold a voice

and precedent of peace

to keep her name ungored.

My good Hamlet...

...cast your

mourning colour off

and let your eye look

like a friend on Uncle.

We grieved your sickly father

while he lived.

You know it's common, my son.

All that lives must die.

[Scoffs] Ay, madam,

it is common.

It is sweet and commendable

in your nature, Hamlet...

...to give these

mourning duties to your father.

But you must know

your father lost a father,

that father lost lost his.

And we survivors have

in worthiest obligation

for some term

done him obsequious sorrow.

So to persevere

in obstinate condolement

is a course of...

...impious stubbornness.

It is unmanly grief.

But we pray that you

think of us as of a father.

For let the world take note

you are the most immediate

to our throne.

[Gertrude] Let not your mother

lose her prayers, Hamlet.

I pray you stay with us.

I shall in all my best

obey you, madam.

[Claudius] It is a loving

and a fair reply.

Be as ourselves in England.

Come away - we'll teach you

to drink deep ere you depart.

[Indistinct chatter]

They say an old man

is twice a child.

[Scoffs]

You'll come with us tonight?

Go on, my lord.

O...

...that this too too sullied

flesh would melt,

thaw and resolve itself

into a dew.

Or that the Everlasting

had not fixed her canon

against self-slaughter.

O God,

God...

...how weary, stale,

flat and unprofitable

seem to me

all the uses of this world!

Fie on it - fie -

it is an unweeded garden

that grows to seed.

Things rank and gross in nature

possess it merely -

that it should come to this?

[Inhales]

So excellent a king,

that was to this

Hyperion to a satyr.

So loving to my mother

that you might not beteem

the winds of heaven

visit her face too roughly -

heaven and earth,

must I remember?

Why, she would hang on you...

...as if increase of appetite

had grown by what it fed on.

And yet within a week?

O God,

a beast that wants

discourse or reason

would have mourned longer -

married with my uncle?

My father's brother?

He's no more like my father

than I to Hercules.

Within a week she'll marry?

O...

...most wicked speed, to post

with such dexterity

to incestuous sheets.

It is not,

nor can it come to good.

But break my heart,

for I must hold my tongue.

[Indistinct chatter]

Most welcome home.

What is your affair

in Elsinore?

My lord?

I came to see

your father's funeral.

I pray you do not mock me,

I think it was to see

my mother's wedding.

Indeed.

It follows hard upon.

Funeral baked meats

will coldly furnish forth

the marriage tables.

I'm glad to see you well.

My good lord.

I'm very glad to see you.

Something too much of this.

He was a goodly king.

He was a man.

Take him for all in all.

I shall not look

upon his like again.

Your Uncle?

[Chuckles]

He does make love

to his employment.

I think I see my father.

[Chuckles]

Come, my lord,

we stay upon your patience.

Hmm!

For this one and his favour,

my dear sister -

hold it a fashion

and a toy in blood.

Forward, not permanent,

sweet, not lasting,

the perfume and suppliance

of a minute, no more.

- No more but so?

- Think it no more.

Perhaps he loves you now -

but you must fear,

his greatness weighed,

his will is not his own.

We must do

your mother's commandment.

Your behaviour has struck her

into amazement and admiration.

A wondrous son

that can so astonish a mother.

[NOLEK & ALLAN PIZIANO:

"Muvete"]

Oye Mami

Pgate y muvete,

pgate y muvete

Pgate y muvete

Muvete

Muvete

Pgate y muvete,

pgate y muvete

Muvete

Muvete

Muvete

Pgate y muvete,

pgate y muvete...

[RICKSTARR & JOEYTHEGAWD:

"Una Movie"]

Mami no mire el reloj

Que esta movie no va parar

hasta maana

Dale dale play DiJoki

Que esta movie no va parar

hasta maana...

[Music fades]

[Siren wailing]

[Whistling]

[Ghost] Hamlet.

Who goes there?

Please, who goes there?

Stop there. What are you?

Papa?

Say, why is this?

Wherefore, what should I do?

Now where will you lead me?

Speak, I'll go no further.

I will.

Speak, I am bound to hear.

What?

O God!

m*rder!

My uncle?

[Buzzing]

I saw him, Ophelia.

Who, my lord?

In the dead waste,

middle of the night

he comes before me

and with solemn march,

with his oppressed

and fear-surprised eyes.

Saw who?

My God - the King, my father!

The King your father?

The apparition comes.

I know my father.

These hands are not more like.

But...

...where was this?

There, out in the city,

where we build.

And what looked he -

frowningly?

A countenance

more in sorrow than in anger.

- Pale, or red?

- Yeah, most pale.

And fixed his eyes upon you?

Most constantly.

I would that I had been there.

There is a villain

in our dwelling

in our home here.

There needs no ghost,

my lord,

sent from the grave

to tell us this.

Why, right,

yes, you are in the right.

My uncle...

...is the cause of all this.

And those that would

go hard at him

while my father lived

now pay

20, 40, 50, 100,000 apiece

for his friendship

and blessing.

O day and night,

but this is wondrous strange.

Then as a stranger

give it welcome.

There are more things

in heaven and earth, Ophelia,

than are dreamt of

in your philosophy.

And our imaginations

are as foul as devils' houses.

Come -

give me one poor request.

What is it, my lord?

Never make known

what I've seen tonight.

How strange or odd

I bear myself -

as I perhaps hereafter

shall have need

to put

a reckless disposition on -

that you at such time seeing me

never say

that you know what I saw -

this do swear.

Propose the oath, my lord.

Never to speak of this

that I have said -

nor to tell aught of me.

This do swear,

so grace and mercy

at your most needs help you.

This very place

puts toys of desperation

without more motive

into every brain.

It may deprive

your sovereignty of reason.

Observe my uncle.

If his corrupted guilt does not

reveal itself up to me now,

it is a damned ghost

- that I have seen.

- It draws you into madness.

Think of it.

We shall see.

We shall see.

[Indistinct chatter]

- Hamlet.

- Hmm.

[Speaking in Hindi]

[Applause]

[Laughter]

[Claudius] Excellent in faith.

Hmm.

So one may smile and smile,

and be a villain.

At least I am sure

it can be so in our home.

[Indistinct chatter]

[Door opens]

How does my good Lord Hamlet?

Well, God-a-mercy.

Do you know me, my lord?

Excellent well.

- You are a fishmonger.

- Ha!

Not I, my lord.

O, then I would you were

so honest a man.

Honest, my lord?

Ay, sir, to be honest,

as this world goes,

is to be one man

picked out of 10,000.

Do you have a daughter?

Still harping on my daughter?

Yet you knew me not at first.

Said I was a fishmonger.

[Chuckling]

What do you read, my lord?

Words.

Words, words.

You should walk

out of the air, my lord.

Oh. What, into my grave?

How pregnant

sometimes your replies are.

Oh. A happiness

that often madness hits upon.

My lord...

...shall I take my leave

of you?

Or...

You cannot

take from me anything

that I'll not more willingly

part from now.

- Except my life.

- [Laughing]

No, except my life.

[Door slams shut]

Except my life.

God save you, sir!

O my excellent good friend!

How are you?

Happy,

in that I'm not ever happy.

O lord.

But what, in faith,

brings you from court today?

A truant disposition,

good my lord.

O, I would not hear

your enemy say so.

I know you are no truant.

But your news is not true.

Let me question you more

in particular.

Were you not sent for?

Is it your own inclining?

Is it a free visitation? Hmm?

Come, come,

deal justly with me.

- What should I say, my lord?

- O nothing but to the purpose.

I know the good King and Queen

have called you here.

- My lord, I was sent for...

- Mmm-hmm.

...to draw you on to pleasures.

Or to gather what it is

that to them unknown

afflicts me thus?

That opened

lies within our remedy.

You are much changed now.

Gone all these years.

So far from cheer

and from your former state.

Oh.

[Clears throat]

I have of late,

but wherefore I know not,

lost all my mirth...

Hmm!

...forgone all custom

of exercises.

Indeed, it goes so heavily

with my disposition

that this goodly frame,

the Earth,

seems to me

a sterile promontory.

What a piece of work is a man?

How noble in reason,

how infinite in faculties,

in form and moving,

how like an angel...

...in apprehension

how like a god?

Yet, to me,

what is this

quintessence of dust?

Man delights not me.

Nor woman neither,

though by your smiling

you seem to say so.

My lord, there was

no such stuff in my thoughts.

Why did you smile, then,

when I said

"man delights not me"?

To think, my lord,

if you delight not in man,

what meagre entertainment

those players

shall receive from you.

What players are they?

They shall play at the wedding.

[Laughs]

- The wedding.

- [Drums fingers on table]

Laertes,

you are welcome in Elsinore.

But my aunt-mother

and my uncle-father

are deceived.

- In what, my lord?

- Oh.

When the wind is southerly

I know a hawk from a handsaw.

Huh.

Oh.

About, my brains.

[Indistinct chatter]

Excellent, in faith.

Excellent.

I saw you play me a play once.

But it was never acted.

Or if it was, not above once.

For the play, I remember,

pleased not the million,

it was caviar to the general.

They'll have a jig,

this wedding?

You could for need study

some dozen or 16 thoughts,

which I will set down

and insert in it,

- could you not?

- Ay, my lord.

Then we shall speak anon.

Excellent, in faith.

[Clears throat]

Now I have seen...

...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 proclaimed

their malefactions.

And m*rder,

though it has no tongue,

will speak

with most miraculous organ.

I'll have these players

play something

like the m*rder of my father

before you, Uncle.

I'll observe your looks,

I'll tent you to the quick.

If you do blush...

...I know my course.

The spirit that I have seen...

...may be a devil,

and the devil has power

to assume a pleasing shape.

Yes, and perhaps,

out of my weakness

and my melancholy,

abuses me to damn me.

I'll have grounds

more relative than this.

Mmm.

The play's the thing.

Wherein I'll catch

the conscience of the King.

[Rhythmic drumming,

people cheering]

[Car horn blaring]

[Cheering]

[Drumming continues]

[Drumming stops, applause]

[Wind instruments playing,

people cheering]

[People cheering]

[People cheering, applauding]

[Music stops]

Am I a coward?

Who calls me villain?

Breaks my skull across?

Plucks me by the beard,

blows it in my face,

tweaks me by the nose,

gives the lie in the throat

so deep it's in my lungs -

who does to me this? Ha!

[Chuckles]

God,

I should take it!

For it cannot be

but I am pigeon-livered

and lack gall

to make oppression bitter -

or by now I should have fatted

the city's rats

with this sl*ve's offal.

Bloody, bawdy villain,

remorseless, treacherous,

lecherous, kindless villain!

What an a*s am I.

That this is most brave.

I, the son

of a dear father m*rder*d,

prompted to my revenge

by heaven and hell.

[Ophelia] My lord.

How does your honour

for this many a day?

Uh...

[Chuckles]

I humbly thank you, well.

[Exhales]

[Scoffs]

[Gasps]

- My lord...

- Hmm?

What is the cause

of your distemper?

You are so sick of late that...

...we distrust you.

We distrust you.

Where is your father?

[Exhales]

[Moans]

[Exhales]

Are you fair?

My lord?

- Are you honest?

- What means your lordship?

That if you be fair and honest,

your honesty should have

no discourse with your beauty.

Can beauty, my lord,

have a better commerce

than with honesty?

Ay, truly -

for the power of beauty

will sooner transform honesty

from what it is to a wh*re...

...than the force of honesty

could translate beauty

into her likeness.

I did love you once.

Indeed, my lord

you made me believe so.

You should not have

believed me - I loved you not.

I was the more deceived.

Get you to a nunnery.

Why would you be

a breeder of sinners?

I am myself indifferent honest

if I could accuse me

of such things

it were better my mother

had not borne me.

I am very proud.

Ah, oh, revengeful.

Ambitious...

Have more offences at my beck

than I have thoughts

to put them in,

imagination to give them shape,

and time to act them in.

What should such fellows

as I do, crawling...

- My lord!

- ...between earth and heaven -

we are arrant fools,

all - believe none of us!

[Grunts]

If you do marry,

I'll give you this plague

for a dowry -

be you as chaste as ice,

as pure as snow,

you shall not escape hate

from me!

If you must marry,

marry a fool -

for wise men know well enough

what monsters you make of them!

Stop him.

- My lord.

- Laertes, help him.

No.

I have heard of your paintings

well enough!

God has given you one face

and you make yourselves

another.

- Hamlet.

- Huh.

You jig and you amble,

you lisp and you nickname

God's creatures

and you make your wantonness

ignorance!

Go to, I'll no more of it -

it has made me mad!

We will have no more marriage!

[Laughing]

We will have no more marriage!

Those

that are married already...

- God's love stop you now.

- ...all but one shall live.

The rest

shall keep as they are.

My lord, please.

O, what a noble mind

is here overthrown.

[Engine revving,

tyres squealing]

To be, or not to be?

That is the question.

Whether it's nobler

in a mind to suffer

the slings and arrows

of outrageous fortune,

or to take arms

against a sea of troubles...

...by opposing, end them.

To die? To sleep...

...no more.

Or by a sleep to say

we end the heartache,

the thousand natural shocks

that flesh is heir to?

It's a consummation

devoutly to be wished -

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.

Here'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 insolence,

the pangs of despised love,

the law's delay -

when he himself

might his quiet end make

with a dull dagger?

Who would burdens bear

to grunt and sweat

under a weary life,

but that the dread

of something after death,

the undiscovered 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?

[Horn blaring]

Ha-ha!

Thus conscience

does make cowards of us all.

And thus

the native hue of resolution

is sicklied over

with the pale cast of thought -

and enterprises

of great pitch and moment

with this regard

their currents turn awry,

and lose the name of action.

[Car horn blaring]

[Engine revving,

people whooping]

- Hey, Hamlet!

- It's time to mark the play.

Come mark the play.

Come mark the play.

[Indistinct chatter]

They will have

the play straight.

Overstep not

the modesty of nature -

for anything so overdone

is from the purpose of playing

whose end,

both at the first and now,

was and is,

to hold as it were

the mirror up to nature:

to show virtue her feature,

scorn her own image

and the very age

and body of the time

its form and pressure.

My lord - will the King

see this piece of work?

And the Queen too,

and that presently.

Bid your players make haste.

Bid your players make haste.

[Indistinct chatter]

It is now time for the play!

[Applause]

Come mark the play!

Whoo!

Come here now, my dear Hamlet,

come sit by me.

No, good mother.

Where's metal more attractive?

Ooh!

Shh...

Shh...

[Beatboxing]

[Applause]

Lady...

...shall I lie in your lap?

No, my lord.

Did you think

I meant country matters?

I think nothing, my lord.

Well, that's a fair thought

to lie between maids' legs.

What is it, my lord?

No-thing.

[Imitates reverberating sound]

Oh!

You are merry, my lord.

Who, I?

Yes, my lord.

What can a man do but be merry?

For look you how cheerfully

my mother looks.

- [Applause]

- Huh?

And my father died

within these two hours. Ah.

It is twice two months,

my lord.

Hmm?

Hmm?

It is twice two months,

my lord.

So long?

O heavens, died four months ago

and not forgotten yet?

Well then there's hope

a great man's memory

may outlive his life...

half a year?

Ha-ha!

He-he!

Ha-ha! Ha-ha-ha-ha!

He-he-he! He-he-he!

[Microphone thuds]

[Glasses clinking]

We must begin.

Lights!

[Indistinct chatter]

- Lights!

- [Clapping hands]

Lights!

- Drink, drink, more drink!

- [Applause]

[Indistinct announcement on PA]

[Music playing]

My Lord Hamlet.

Would not this

get me a fellowship

in a g*ng of players?

- Half a share.

- No, a full one, I.

I'll take the ghost's word

for a thousand pounds.

What ghost, my lord?

Come, some music.

- The King, sir...

- Ay, sir, what of him?

...is in his retirement

marvellous distempered.

With drink, sir?

No, my lord, with anger.

Well, for me to put him

to his purgation

will perhaps plunge him

into more anger.

If it should please you

to make me a wholesome answer.

- Sir, I cannot.

- What, my lord?

Make you a wholesome answer -

my wit's diseased.

My lord, my lord...

...you once did love him.

- Will you play upon this pipe?

- My lord, I cannot.

- My lord, I cannot.

- O, I pray you.

- Believe me, I cannot.

- I do beseech you.

But I know no touch of it,

my lord.

It is easy as lying.

Govern these ventages

with your finger and thumb,

give it breath with your mouth,

it will let forth

the most eloquent music.

Look you, these are the stops.

Yes, but these I cannot command

to any utterance of harmony.

O, what, look you now,

how unworthy a thing

you make of me.

You would play upon me.

You would seem to know

my stops.

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 you cannot make it speak?

God's blood - do you think

I am easier to be played upon

than a pipe?

I will not be juggled with.

Your dreadful black complexion

I will smear

with your young blood.

I'll see you dead.

To hell with allegiance.

Huh!

The Queen,

your mother,

in most great affliction

of spirit

has sent me to you.

And she would see you,

presently.

Huh!

Then I will...

come to my mother,

by and by.

All right, I'll say so.

"By and by" is easily said.

Come, Uncle.

[PA] 'Doors closing.'

It's now...

...for you, Father.

[PA] 'Doors opening.'

What do you call that play?

Hamlet, you have your father

much offended.

Mother, you have my father

much offended.

Come, come,

you answer with an idle tongue.

Go, go, you question

with a wicked tongue.

- Have you forgot me?

- O no, by the gods, not so.

You are the Queen.

Your husband's brother's wife.

And, would it were not so,

you are my mother.

Well then.

I'll set him on you

that can speak.

- Come, come, come.

- Claudius! Claudius!

- [Gasps]

- Sit you down.

You shall not budge.

[Panting]

You go not

till I set you up a glass

where you may see

the inmost part of you.

What will you do?

Good mother.

Good mother.

You will not m*rder me?

Shh!

- [Screaming]

- Shh!

[Polonius]

Dare you strike her!

[Grunts]

[Indistinct shouting]

[Polonius] Be calm.

[Gertrude]

Let him go, please!

No, no!

- My God!

- My God!

O God!

Oh, no, what have you done?

- Is it the King?

- [Gertrude] No!

O God!

[Gertrude] Oh, no!

Oh, no!

[Hamlet]

I took you for your better.

[Screaming]

[Choking]

Shh! Shh...!

[Choking]

O, what a rash

and bloody deed is this.

A bloody deed.

Almost as bad, good mother,

as k*ll a king

and marry with his brother.

- As k*ll a king?

- Ay, it was my word.

What have I done

that you wag your tongue

in noise so rude against me?

Such an act that blurs

the grace and blush of modesty.

See what a grace there was

on Papa's brow?

That was your husband.

Look you now what follows -

this is your husband -

like a mildewed ear

blasting his wholesome brother.

Have you eyes? Ha!

Have you eyes?

You cannot call it love,

for at your age the heyday

in the blood is tame.

Hush, Hamlet.

But to live in the rank sweat

of an enseamed bed

stewed in corruption,

honeying and making love

over the nasty sty...

- O, sweet Hamlet, no more!

- A m*rder*r

- and a villain!

- Speak no more!

[Knocking on door]

Oh...

[Knocking on door]

No...

No, good mother.

- [Claudius] Gertrude?

- [Knocking on door]

- Gertrude!

- [Banging on door]

- Let us come in!

- Go fast and take the body.

- [Claudius] Gertrude!

- Go!

Make haste, make haste!

[Claudius] Open the door!

Gertrude!

- [Gertrude] Go, go!

- [Claudius] Open the door!

Gertrude!

[Traffic passing by]

[Grunting]

[Man] Hamlet! Hamlet!

Hamlet!

Oh, my son.

Alas, you are mad.

[Grunting]

Hamlet, this deed,

for your special safety -

which we do tender,

as we dearly grieve

for that which you have done -

must send you hence.

Therefore prepare yourself:

Your associates tend

and everything is bent

for Delhi.

To bear all smooth and even,

this sudden sending you away

must seem deliberate pause.

Diseases desperate grown

by desperate appliance

are relieved,

or not at all.

Come.

Delay it not.

- I'll have him hence tonight.

- Then come, for Delhi.

[Sniffing]

[CHERYL LYNN:

"Got To Be Real"]

To be real

Ooh

Your love's for real now

You know

that your love is my love

My love is your love

Our love is here to stay

[Music stops]

[Ophelia shrieking]

The expectation

and rose of their fair state.

The observed of all observers -

and I, of ladies most deject

and wretched.

I sucked the honey

of your musicked vows!

Now see that sovereign,

noble reason

blasted with ecstasy!

O... woe is me to have seen

what I have seen,

to see what I see.

[Ophelia sobbing]

[Laertes] Hamlet!

Give me my father!

Give me my father!

Delhi?

- My good friends...

- [Groans]

Argh!

Lay him on the earth.

[Grunting]

[Groaning]

- [Screaming]

- A document in madness.

- [Screaming]

- Go!

Play the fool

nowhere but your own house!

[Groaning]

[Tyres squealing]

You, you have dealt with me

like thieves of mercy.

Go softly on.

They draw blood,

look to your wounds.

[Siren wailing]

Go.

[Banging on door]

[Door slams shut]

[Baby crying]

Good sir,

what people are these?

We are just people, sir.

But how purposed, sir,

I pray you?

We try to gain

that little patch of ground

that has in it

no profit but the name.

To pay five pennies - five -

you would not buy it.

What do you call yourselves?

'Fortinbras'.

How long have you lived

on this land, friend?

Since Elsinore did thus

cast out our people.

They did steal in the courts,

all these, our homes.

[Coughing]

You know me?

I have seen your kind out there

a thousand times.

Did your bones

cost no more in breeding

but to play at these games

with them?

Mine ache to think on it.

What base uses we will return.

How all occasions

do inform against me

and spur my dull revenge.

Witness your 'army',

of no mass or charge -

whose spirit

with divine ambition puffed

exposes what is mortal

and unsure to all that fortune,

death, and danger dare...

...even for this egg-shell.

And how stand I then?

That has a father k*lled,

a mother stained,

excitements of my reason

and my blood,

and let all sleep?

What is a man if his chief good

and his market of his time

be but to sleep and feed?

A beast.

No more -

who rots on earth unused.

So whether it be

bestial oblivion

or some craven scruple

of thinking too precisely

on the event -

a thought which quartered...

...has but one part wisdom

and ever three parts coward -

I do not know why yet I live

to say "This thing's to do".

As I have cause and will

and strength

and means to do it.

Examples gross as earth

exhort me.

Give me a voice.

Go, my friend, from here

to the sovereign court.

Tell them that by this license,

you do now have all the rights

of ownership to my fortune.

Why, what king is this?

So I to claim your homes back

here do invite you.

There's a divinity

that shapes our ends,

rough-hew them how we will.

And a man's life's no more

than to say "one".

Now to Elsinore.

From this time forth,

my thoughts be bloody.

Or be nothing worth.

[Laertes] No more done?

What ceremony else?

O God, from her fair

and unpolluted flesh

may violets spring.

The devil take your soul!

- Enough!

- My sister!

Enough! I pray you, stop.

[Sobbing]

Treble woe

fall ten times double

on that cursed head!

O God!

No! No, stop! No!

No...

Oh, for God's sake,

stop him now!

[Gertrude] Hamlet.

O God.

O God, my God.

Ophelia drowned, good Hamlet.

Drowned?

[Gertrude] There is the willow

grows beside our brook...

...she to its pendent boughs...

...a crown of weeds

did seek to hang.

Long it could not be

till that her garments,

heavy with their drink,

pulled the poor wretch

to her muddy death.

[Hamlet] Alas...

Alas...

It was the poison

of deep grief.

It sprung all

from her father's death.

[Sobbing]

[Knocking on door]

[Door opens]

My lord?

[Grunts]

The King, sir,

desires you to use some gentle

reconcilement with Laertes.

How if I say no?

[Scoffs]

There's special providence

in the fall of a sparrow.

If it be now, it's 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 can know

the world he leaves,

what is it to leave behind?

Let be.

[Claudius] Come, Hamlet.

Come and take his hand

from him.

Give me your pardon, sir.

I have done you wrong.

But pardon it,

as you are a gentleman.

This presence knows,

and you must needs have heard,

how I am punished

with a sore distraction.

What I have done

that might your nature, honour

and exception roughly awake,

I here proclaim was madness.

Let my disclaiming

from a purposed evil

free me so far in your

most generous thoughts...

...that I have shot my arrow

over the house.

And hurt my brother.

I...

I am satisfied in nature,

whose motive in this case

should stir me most

to my revenge.

And for this time...

...I do receive your love

like love...

...and will not wrong it.

We now must drink

to Hamlet's better breath!

[Door opens]

Here...

...to his health.

Raise up your cups.

These drinks

all have a strength?

Ay, my good lord.

Then come, Laertes.

For the end.

You do but dally.

[Sobbing]

The Queen embraces

your good fortune, Hamlet.

Gertrude, do not drink.

I will, my lord.

I pray you pardon me.

No, Mother!

O God!

No.

Mother!

[Choking]

Good Mother!

[Laertes] Oh, Hamlet.

The drink envenomed?

Then, venom, to your work.

Exchange forgiveness with me,

noble Hamlet.

[Clamouring]

Uncle!

[Coughing]

[Panting]

Uncle!

Villainy!

Treachery!

[Claudius] Now they will tell

of carnal, bloody

and unnatural acts.

Of accidental judgements,

casual slaughters -

of deaths put on by cunning -

and for what cause?

Fortinbras.

They have my dying voice.

Their soldiers

work for justice.

Follow my father.

I loved your father.

[Groans]

[Grunts]

Let be.

And so I am revenged.

[Groans]

[Panting]

[Groans]