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Excerpt from an unpublished introduction to an
unpublished anthology of contemporary Russian drama. By John Freedman аааа Viktor Korkiya
(born in 1948) is a poet and playwright whom one study has placed alongside
Vladimir Sorokin, Dmitry Prigov (born in 1940) and Lyudmila Petrushevskaya as
one of the most significant writers of so-called postmodernist tendencies in
Russian drama.[1]а
I hesitate to hang the vague "postmodernist" tag on Korkiya
for I believe his art outreaches any category we may impose upon him. However,
the label does help undermine an even more limiting impression that has gained
currency in regards to his art Ч that his dramas are lightweight knockabouts. аааа Korkiya's
farce about Joseph Stalin and Lavrenty Beria, The Mystery Man, or, I Am Poor Soso Dzhugashvili, enjoyed almost
supernatural success following its premiere in 1988 at the Moscow State
Universityа Theater. (It subsequently was
produced in over seventy theaters throughout the аааа Hamlet.ru, which was completed in the
year 2000 and originally bore the explanatory title of The Late Shakespeare Scholar Alexander Anikst Explains Shakespeare's The
Tragedy of Hamlet to Hamlet, is
Korkiya's first play written primarily in prose. That and the fact that the
piece should be of particular interest to an English-speaking audience were the
determining factors in my including specifically this play here.[2]а аааа Korkiya
at his best can create fireworks of comic language and linguistic comedy. In
the past I have translated one of Russia's greatest comic playwrights, Nikolai
Erdman, and I think it worth noting that I experienced many of the same
frustrations and joys in translating Korkiya as I did years ago translating
Erdman. Korkiya builds comedy by rubbing a sore spot at length. His dialogue
often circles in a single spot as repetition and subtle development slowly lead
us to laughter before leaping on to the next cycle. As was true of Erdman and
Shakespeare both, puns and elaborate word play are a major feature of Korkiya's
style. аааа For
all the farce and tomfoolery, however, Korkiya's Hamlet is one of his darkest plays. (Satanic Comedy, a striking work about death and the devil, is
probably the only one that goes further into despair.) The author here has
created a world in which every attempt to break through into freedom is denied.
The canonical characters of the play are trapped even when they try to swap
masks with other characters (as Hamlet does with Polonius and the
"new" character of Alexander Anikst, and as Claudius and Gertrude do
with characters from Antony and Cleopatra
in the second act). Nothing they can do will allow them to avoid their destiny,
just as nothing they can do will help them make sense of the roles they must
play eternally. аааа The
title character of Alexander Anikst takes his name from аааа What
do we make of the play's numerous references to birth or rebirth? One
implication is that art is a place where eternity can exist. Hamlet, Polonius,
Ophelia and the rest are reborn each time their play is performed. Perhaps
Anikst has achieved immortality by being "born into" a work of art. Ophelia,
for example, teases him of wailing "like a newborn baby." Much later,
Hamlet will encourage Polonius by telling him he is "in transition."
He goes on to say, "Your birth into a new form is progressing wonderfully.
As soon as your umbilical chord is cut you will immediately feel relief!"
At the outset of the play, the skull that Hamlet and Anikst repeatedly trade
back and forth is said to be that of one who "is not yet born" but
"has already died." Life and death, people and ghosts merely change
places temporarily until it is time once again to go through the reverse
metamorphosis. аааа I
find Viktor Korkiya's Hamlet to be a
stirring, complex work that, like the character Anikst, has no answers, but,
like the character Hamlet, poses a myriad of intriguing, probing questions. __________________________________ hamlet.ru In Honor of the Great Tragedy's
400th Anniversary (1601-2001) By Viktor Korkiya Translated by John
Freedman Original and adapted poetry
translated by Timothy C. Westphalen CHARACTERS HAMLET ALEXÁNDER ÁNIKST,
Ph.D. POLONIUS GHOST FIRST GRAVEDIGGER SECOND GRAVEDIGGER OPHELIA ROSENCRANTZ GUILDENSTERN FORTINBRAS LAERTES and others Anikst's Prologue ааааааааааа Ladies
and gentlemen! ааааааааааа Our
tragedy is that your tragedy is our tragedy. When we reach the end of the show
you will understand what I mean. But by then it will be too late. Therefore,
before it is too late, I wish explain to you what, later, there will be no
point in explaining. ааааааааааа In
our tragedy, I play the part of the late Shakespeare scholar Alexander Anikst.
My job is to explain the unexplainable. It is a profoundly tragic role and only
a genuinely great actor can play it. If you doubt that, I suggest you leave the
auditorium at once and not watch this show at all. A ticket to leave the theater
costs exactly what you paid to enter. What's that? No, it costs twice as much
to leave during the intermission. ааааааааааа During
the exodus I would request those remaining to observe a deathly silence. Our
tragedy begins with people leaving the theater! It is the author's opinion that
all tragedies so begin. ааааааааааа Ladies
and gentlemen! ааааааааааа The
sun glasses I am wearing indicate I am dead. The author maintains that he has
consulted with a dream image of the Ghost of Shakespeare and the Ghost told him
that, personally, he, the Ghost, has nothing against employing the color of
black to indicate aliens from the world of the dead. However, he emphasized he
is not actually Shakespeare but merely his Ghost. And also that he doesn't have
the right to speak for Shakespeare. ааааааааааа As
you understand, this is an irresolvable situation: Shakespeare cannot appear to
the author from the other world in any other form than that of Shakespeare's
Ghost, while Shakespeare's Ghost is not Shakespeare for the simple reason that
he is a Ghost. ааааааааааа Ladies
and gentlemen! The curtain will now rise and our tragedy will become your
tragedy. There is nothing tragic about that; only you ought to be prepared for
any eventuality. Including everything inevitable. Because in our tragedy,
everything is a tragedy. ааааааааааа Curtain! Trumpets. The curtain
rises. ACT I Hamlet, dressed
entirely in black, stands with a flute in one hand and a skull in the other as
if he were a Russian tsar holding a scepter and orb. ANIKST. I don't believe it! HAMLET. Why not? As you can see yourself, I
exist. Will you permit me to play my flute? ANIKST. My lord! HAMLET. (Corrects
him.) My good lord. Won't you please hold my skull? Only don't drop it. I
don't have another. (He plays then
suddenly breaks off the melody. ) Perhaps you would like to play? I'll hold
your skull. ANIKST. (Lovingly.)
I don't make music, my good lord. HAMLET. Why not? ANIKST. I don't know how, my lord! HAMLET. Shall I teach you? ANIKST. (Lovingly.)
Act three. The famous "mousetrap," the play-within-the-play. The
brilliant episode with the flute. HAMLET. Very good. These are the stops. ANIKST. My good lord, I don't intend to play
upon you. HAMLET. Do you truly believe you can explain to
me my tragedy? ANIKST. To a degree, my lord. HAMLET. To what degree? Pardon me, but what is
your degree? ANIKST. I am a Doctor of Philosophy. HAMLET. A dead Doctor of Philosophy. ANIKST. My good lord, I have one request.
Please don't call me dead. I find it unpleasant. I wish to remain myself. HAMLET. Give me your skull. That's my skull Ч I
asked for yours. Why do you stare at me so? To resemble yourself is the first
sign of death. The living never resemble themselves. In order to become
yourself, you first must die. But practically no one can bring himself to do
that. Even dead, you wish to conceal your death. Why is that doctor? Perhaps
you're not a scholar, but a gravedigger? Anikst drops the
skull. ANIKST. Forgive me, my good lord. HAMLET. (Picks
up the skull.) There once were eyes here. Living eyes. Now you can stick
your fingers in these sockets. Stick your fingers in there. Fear not. Probe the
dwelling of what used to be a mind. Perhaps even an immortal soul. Let the dead
bury their dead, said Christ. And then was resurrected. ANIKST. My good lord! HAMLET. This is I in the form of a skull. Or
you. Or he who is not yet born. But has already died. (To the audience.) Ladies and gentlemen! The good doctor Anikst will
now pronounce a monologue on life and death. ANIKST. I?! HAMLET. (Holds
the skull out to him.) Only don't drop it again. ANIKST. My good lord, I can't. The monologue is
not my genre. HAMLET. No tragedy in that. I'll feed you your
lines. ANIKST. No, my good lord. HAMLET. Then my skull will not save you. ANIKST. What must I be saved from? HAMLET. From death after death. Do you see that
rug? ANIKST. You mean that curtain? HAMLET. A curtain is a curtain. A rug is a rug.
ANIKST. There is no rug here, my good lord. HAMLET. There is, but it is invisible. Take off
your glasses. You look blind in them. Anikst removes his
glasses. His eyes are closed. аааа Now
open your eyes. Don't be afraid, open them. ANIKST. I can't, my good lord. HAMLET. You can. You can, but you are afraid. ANIKST. I cannot do it. HAMLET. You must. Or you will never see what
the invisible rug is concealing... (He
disappears behind the curtain.) ANIKST. My good lord! Polonius emerges from
behind the curtain in a Roman toga and dark glasses. POLONIUS. Where is he? Anikst is silent. аааа Don't
play deaf, dumb and blind. Whose ghost are you? Anikst drops the skull
again. аааа Whose
skull is that? (Picks it up, looks it
over.) I'm taking the skull. (Disappears
behind the curtain.) ANIKST. My good lord! Enter the Ghost from
behind the curtain. He is covered by a sheet with holes cut in it for the eyes.
Anikst bumps into him. They both feel each other as if they are blind. GHOST. ааааааа O
horror!а Horror!а O great horror! ааа ааааааа Haven't you seen Hamlet, man?а I thought ааа ааааааа I heard the prince's voice.а Hark: ааа ааааааа I am the doleful spirit of his father. ааа ааааааа I am that Specter that wanders ааа ааааааа Lord!а
Do You hearken?а You're a corpse
yourself. ааа ааааааа O horror!а Horror!а
O great horror! Disappears behind the
curtain. ANIKST. My good lord! Enter the gravediggers
from behind the curtain. FIRST GRAVEDIGGER. Hey there, dead man! SECOND GRAVEDIGGER. Dead man, hey! FIRST GRAVEDIGGER. We are gravediggers. SECOND GRAVEDIGGER. Your gravediggers. FIRST GRAVEDIGGER. I am the first gravedigger. SECOND GRAVEDIGGER. I am the second. FIRST GRAVEDIGGER. We are your gravediggers. SECOND GRAVEDIGGER. We are here to bury you. FIRST GRAVEDIGGER. And we will bury you. (Pulls out a measuring tape and measures the
length of Anikst's body.) ANIKST. (Shouts.)
My good lord! FIRST GRAVEDIGGER. Don't shout, dead man. We
have work to do. SECOND GRAVEDIGGER. Don't sweat it. You're a
Ph.D. and we are doctors, too. FIRST GRAVEDIGGER. You're a dead man and we are
dead men. ANIKST. (Shouts.)
My good lord! SECOND GRAVEDIGGER. Do you want to remain
unburied? Anikst is silent. FIRST GRAVEDIGGER. To want or not to want. Anikst is silent. SECOND GRAVEDIGGER. You see? You don't want. FIRST GRAVEDIGGER. To see or not to see? SECOND GRAVEDIGGER. You see? You don't see. FIRST GRAVEDIGGER. But he shouts. SECOND GRAVEDIGGER. You know who you look like
when you shout with your eyes closed? Anikst is silent. FIRST GRAVEDIGGER. Okay, now we're going to
dress you. SECOND GRAVEDIGGER. You will look just like
yourself.а FIRST GRAVEDIGGER. The black shoes must go. SECOND GRAVEDIGGER. Off they go! (Takes off Anikst's black shoes.) FIRST GRAVEDIGGER. And on with the white
slippers. SECOND GRAVEDIGGER. On they go! ANIKST. (Shouts.)
My good lord! FIRST GRAVEDIGGER. My good lord, is right. Foot
a little higher. ANIKST. (Shouts.)
My good lord! SECOND GRAVEDIGGER. That's right, my lord. Now
the other. FIRST GRAVEDIGGER. Shroud. (Hands it to his partner.) SECOND GRAVEDIGGER. Shroud. (Demonstrates a straight jacket.) FIRST GRAVEDIGGER. (Sings.) "White his shroud as the mountain snow..." SECOND GRAVEDIGGER. (Catching up the tune.) "A pit of clay for to be dug..." FIRST GRAVEDIGGER. There's nothing I love more
than burying doctors! SECOND GRAVEDIGGER. You doctors look good in
white. BOTH GRAVEDIGGERS. а White his shroud as the mountain snow, ааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааа A
pit of clay for to be dug. FIRST GRAVEDIGGER. Sing along, dead man. BOTH GRAVEDIGGERS. а White his shroud as the mountain snow, ааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааа A
pit of clay for to be dug. They put the straight
jacket on Anikst. Enter Ophelia from behind the curtain. OPHELIA. That's my song. (Sings.) "White his shroud as the mountain snow, A pit of clay
for to be dug." (To Anikst.)
Sing along. Don't look at me as my father did or these flowers will wilt.
Rosemary is for remembrance; thoughts are brought by pansies. And rue we call
the herb of grace o' Sundays. I will weave you a garland. Or are you
indifferent to flowers as was my father? You frighten me with that look.
Please, won't you sing? (Sings.)
"White his shroud as the mountain snow..." ANIKST. (Unsure
of himself.) "White his shroud as the mountain snow..." ALL. (Together.)
"A pit of clay for to be dug..." Enter Hamlet. HAMLET. Singing already?(To Anikst.) And you call it a tragedy. Behold this nymph, doctor.
Why do you blush now, my soul's idol? OPHELIA. Don't call me an idol, my lord. HAMLET. But aren't you my soul's idol? Who are
you, then? OPHELIA. I believe my father is looking for
you. HAMLET. Here? In this grave? OPHELIA. Your jokes could drive me to suicide.
(Leaves.) HAMLET. Hey there, burial engineers, why so
glum? (Gaily.) "White his shroud
as the mountain snow/A pit of clay for to be dug." BOTH GRAVEDIGGERS. а And you, good man, now will be ааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааа As
quiet as a dove. HAMLET. A fine little ditty, burial engineers.
Drink to my madness. (Tosses them a coin.) FIRST GRAVEDIGGER. God grant you die a total
idiot. The Gravediggers
leave. HAMLET. Where is my skull, doctor? Without my
skull, I am not I, not Hamlet, nor your good lord. Who would believe my
madness? (Unties Anikst's hands.) Do
you have bad dreams? Nightmares? How about rats, for instance? ANIKST. Rats, no. But I often dreamed about
you. HAMLET. As a rat? (Pulls a rat out of his pocket.) ANIKST. That is a rat, my good lord. HAMLET. This is not a rat. (Whispers.) A secret: This is I in the
form of a rat. Enter Polonius. POLONIUS. I beg your pardon, lord. For four
hundred years you have been mumbling God knows what to God knows whom and,
meanwhile, history is happening! HAMLET. Well, while it is happening, allow me
to introduce you to each other. The late Shakespearean scholar Doctor Anikst. POLONIUS. The late Shakespearean scholar
Polonius. (Extends his hand.) Anikst shakes it
warily. аааа Prince,
history is being made! The king, your father, has died. Your mother, the queen,
has married his brother, your uncle. HAMLET. Would you like to present them my skull
as a wedding gift? POLONIUS. Prince, are you in your right mind?
What does this skull have to do with anything? HAMLET. Not just this skull; my skull. Or do
you think I can occupy the royal seat without my skull? POLONIUS. The royal seat has been occupied by
your uncle, king Claudius, lord. HAMLET. My uncle? POLONIUS. Your uncle, lord. HAMLET. No uncle can occupy the royal seat. You
said my uncle is the King of Denmark. And the royal seat after the death of the
father goes to the eldest son. Ergo, my uncle is my father's eldest son. That
is, my older brother. Well, brother may he be Ч I've seen worse in my days Ч
but what is this about him marrying his own mother?! (Embraces Polonius.) Brother, don't do it! POLONIUS. Prince, do you consider me your
brother, too? HAMLET. The doctor maintains that we are twin
cousins. But I suspect that for such close relations you lack inborn idiocy. POLONIUS. I understand your filial feelings,
lord. I am a father myself. HAMLET. Then explain my tragedy to me. And the
ghost of my uncle can explain his filial feelings to the ghost of my father. POLONIUS. Do you wish to displease their
majesties, lord? HAMLET. But you may please their majesties.
Tell them I have gone crazy about your daughter. POLONIUS. Leave my daughter out of this. HAMLET. Do you want her to lose her faculties
of reason? Doctor, explain to this corpse what love is. (Leaves.) POLONIUS. You must sway him before it is too
late. Before he loses his mind and drives you out of yours. Do you remember the
law of maintaining reason? Or the law of maintaining memory? E=mc2. Remember that? (Plucks a skull from behind the curtain.)
Do you see these black holes? ANIKST. That's his skull! My good lord! POLONIUS. Don't shout. He's not here. ANIKST. He's not? POLONIUS. No. And he never was. ANIKST. In what sense? POLONIUS. Literally. Scientifically. However
you want. You aren't here either, by the way. ANIKST. I? POLONIUS. Nor I either. There is no such thing
as a dead Shakespeare scholar. ANIKST. I don't understand. POLONIUS. Why would you want to understand? Get
it through your head; you don't exist. Can you grasp that? You cannot! No one
is! No one can and no one tries. But he does Ч he tries. That's a tragedy. A
real tragedy! You can't imagine what we have gone through for four hundred
years! I, in particular. He'll drive you to a tragic end, too. Believe me, he
will. Did he already tell you that this is he in the form of a skull? He did. I
can tell by your eyes, he did! And did he show you himself in the form of a
rat? He did! And that's only the beginning of what he'll show you! Just thank
your lucky stars that nobody has cut off your head, like they did to poor
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. ANIKST. I don't believe you. POLONIUS. They didn't either. (Calls.) Rosencrantz! Guildenstern! Enter Rosencrantz and
Guildenstern. ROSENCRANTZ. Here we are, my lord. GUILDENSTERN. Our regards, my lord. POLONIUS. Tell this unfortunate man what awaits
him if he cannot sway the prince. ROSENCRANTZ. Misfortune awaits this unfortunate
man. GUILDENSTERN. You unfortunate man, misfortune
awaits you. ROSENCRANTZ. Your head will be cut off. GUILDENSTERN. Your unfortunate head. ROSENCRANTZ. My lord. Shall I show the
unfortunate man the ax? GUILDENSTERN. Shall I show the unfortunate man
a head that has been severed? POLONIUS. My dear doctor. Shall we show you?
Yes. Precisely. To be, or not to be: that is the question! No, no. No need to
answer. No point in forcing yourself. (Tucks
the skull under his arm.) Your Hamlet is inside of you, dear doctor. I
said, inside of you, not in your stomach. Enter Hamlet. HAMLET. You are quite right, good sir: I am
inside of you and not in the good doctor's stomach. Thank God, you have no need
to worry of pregnancy. Conception is a blessing; but as your daughter may
conceive, Ч friend, look to 't. Polonius is motionless. аааа I
thought we had agreed you would not be so obsequious when holding my skull
under your arm. A tragic end awaits you, good sir. Polonius inadvertently
drops the skull. HAMLET. My good sir, that is a skull, not a
football. POLONIUS. I have a son who will avenge me. HAMLET. And a daughter who will go out of her
mind. POLONIUS. Your tragedy is that you are not a
father. (Leaves.) HAMLET. Dear friends, you are off to study in
England. Enter, one after the
other, the Gravediggers, the Ghost and Ophelia. FIRST GRAVEDIGGER. Oh, I love future corpses to
death! SECOND GRAVEDIGGER. Future corpses are my hobbyhorses! GHOST. We are terribly happy to see you, fellow
ghosts. OPHELIA. I will weave you a garland. Rosemary
is for remembrance; thoughts are brought by pansies. And rue we call the herb
of grace o' Sundays. ROSENCRANTZ. Most dear lord, you're getting
ahead of yourself. HAMLET. Really? Is there any self that can be
gotten ahead of? Perhaps my self can get ahead of itself? Or maybe there are no
selves? Nor any tragedies. Perhaps there is nothing at all. Nothing and no one.
(He pulls out his flute and begins to
play. Suddenly he interrupts the music.) "People, lions, eagles and
partridges, horned deer, geese, spiders, silent fish, starfish and protozoa Ч
in short, everything living, everything living, everything, once completing the
sorrowful circle, did fade out." (To
Ophelia.) Can you portray the Moon? OPHELIA. What says the Moon, my lord? HAMLET. It says nothing. I will write the words
for you later. "For thousands of years the earth has borne no living
creature. And this poor Moon lights its lamp in vain." (To Ophelia.) Light a candle.
"Cranes no longer shriek upon awakening in the meadow; and May bugs are
not heard in the linden grove." (To
the audience.) Wow, this guy had foresight! (Overacts shamelessly.) "Cold, cold, cold. Empty, empty, empty.
Frightful, frightful, frightful." (Blows
out the candle.) Tell me, most dear lady, are you frightened? OPHELIA. I am, my lord. HAMLET. Fear not. It gets worse later. ANIKST. Don't frighten her, my good lord. (To Ophelia.) That's from The Seagull. It's by Anton Chekhov. HAMLET. "The bodies of living creatures
turned to dust and eternal matter transformed them into stone and water and
clouds. And their souls united into one. It is I, I who am the world's
universal soul. In my soul live the souls of Alexander the Great and Caesar and
Shakespeare and Napoleon and the lowest of the leaches." Doctor, can you
feel within you the soul of a leach? You know what? I do! And I can't do a
thing about it! "Like a prisoner thrown into a deep, empty well, I don't know
where I am or what awaits me. Once in a hundred years I part my lips to speak.
My voice resonates sadly in the void, lacking thought, lacking will, lacking
the agitation of life." Most dear lady, do you love me? OPHELIA. I do, my lord. GHOST. "In all the universe only the
spirit remains constant and unchanging." HAMLET. "Matter and spirit shall unite in
glorious harmony and then the kingdom of universal will shall be at hand."
OPHELIA. My lord, did he say "unite"? GHOST. "But that will come only after
thousands and thousands of years when the Moon and bright Sirius and the Earth
have turned to dust. Until that time: horror, horror, horror!" HAMLET. Horror, horror, horror. Do you love me? OPHELIA. I do, my lord. HAMLET. Let us talk of love in the light of the
Moon. ANIKST. My good lord, you forgot one spot Ч the
one about the devil, the father of eternal matter. HAMLET. My love, have you a sword? OPHELIA. A sword, my lord? HAMLET. A needle? A pin? A hair clip? OPHELIA. I have a bobby pin, my lord. HAMLET. I now will show you the father of
eternal matter. (Takes Ophelia's bobby
pin and plunges it into the curtain.) Enter Polonius from
behind the curtain.
POLONIUS. Prince! You have murdered me! (Falls.) OPHELIA. Father! HAMLET. My incomparable lady, do not lose your
mind before it is time. My good sir, this is no sea rock and you are no walrus.
POLONIUS. Where am I? HAMLET. In a theater. We are actors and we are
rehearsing an Italian commedia dell'arte. Your daughter is portraying the Moon
and these drunken sots (he indicates the
Gravediggers) are playing hired assassins. These two mugs (indicates Rosencrantz and Guildenstern)
are the embodiment of two-faced hypocrisy. I am the romantic leading man, the
son of this ghost. (Extends his hand to
Polonius.) POLONIUS. A strange cast of characters. HAMLET. Everything the Italians do is strange.
They're just crazy about macaroni poetry and phallic symbols. Every Italian is
a macaronic poet and every poet is a phallic symbol. POLONIUS. In what sense? HAMLET. In a symbolic sense. The play is
symbolically titled The Seagull. On
the shore of a swan lake there lives a beautiful maiden, the daughter of a
courtier. She is in love with a prince. But the prince is not in his right
mind. He believes the maiden is a seagull and that he is a swan which an evil
sorcerer has turned into a phallic symbol. POLONIUS. Ophelia! Go home. I forbid you to act
in this play. HAMLET. First you take away my skull and then
you leave me without a Moon. My good sir, without a Moon I am as a man without
hands. You cannot make a play with hired assassins alone. POLONIUS. You still have your ghost. HAMLET. Well, the ghost is untouchable. But you
don't believe it exists. POLONIUS. I don't believe it. HAMLET. What a pity you can leave nothing untouched.
POLONIUS. (Groping
the Ghost.) This is no ghost. HAMLET. Then who is it? The father of eternal
matter? GHOST. Am I or am I not? POLONIUS. (Groping
the Ghost.) I don't believe so. HAMLET. Please tell their majesties that the
show is canceled. And in its place, show them your phallic symbol. POLONIUS. Ophelia! Home! On the double! The stage goes dark.
Polonius and Ophelia leave. HAMLET. Doctor, do you recall that a rat is a
mouse of abnormal proportions? ANIKST. Why abnormal, my good lord? HAMLET. Because a rat of normal proportions is
merely a mouse. Do you know how mousetraps are constructed? (Pulls a mousetrap out of his pocket.)
You see, here is a nail on which bait is attached. Here is a spring and here is
a steel bar Ч it breaks the mouse's back. Life is a mousetrap, my dear doctor!
(Sets the mousetrap.) A man strives
for immortality in order to become a ghost. But once a ghost, he ceases to be a
man. Enter Polonius behind
Hamlet's back. аааа (Not turning around.) And here we have a
rat of abnormal proportions. You know what Alexander the Great said? He said,
"Infectious laughter transforms into universal grief." POLONIUS. Alexander the Great did not say that. HAMLET. Maybe not to you. But he did to me.
Doctor, cure me of my ghostliness. POLONIUS. Words, words, words. (Steps over the mousetrap and disappears
behind the curtain.) HAMLET. (Whispers.)
He is terrified that you will explain my tragedy to me. ANIKST. Polonius? HAMLET. Shh! (Whispers.) That's not Polonius. I killed Polonius four hundred
years ago. This is his ghost. He's the one who gave me the mousetrap. He wants
me to snuff you out. So that everything will be just as it was in Shakespeare
only with you in his place. He can't get it through his head that you and he
both are dead Shakespeare scholars. Fanfare. Enter
Fortinbras with soldiers. FORTINBRAS. Lord Hamlet. Allow me to pass
through your lands. HAMLET. Be my guest, Fortinbras. Only you
should know that, alas, none of these lands are mine. FORTINBRAS. So, seize them, then! I'm on to
Poland. HAMLET. Good luck seizing Poland and Polish
girls. FORTINBRAS. Thank you. (Steps on the mousetrap.) God damn it! (To his soldiers.) Forward, march! Fanfare. Fortinbras
leaves with his soldiers. HAMLET. I ought to camouflage that. You got a
hanky? (Takes Anikst's handkerchief and
covers the mousetrap with it.) Now, get thee behind that curtain! We're
going to catch him red-handed. Anikst disappears
behind the curtain.
Enter Polonius. POLONIUS. Lord! HAMLET. Shh! (Whispers.) Our dear, dead Shakespeare scholar wants me to kill you.
He's the one who gave me the mousetrap. He wants everything to be just like in
Shakespeare. He doesn't understand where he is. POLONIUS. He doesn't? HAMLET. No. Do you? POLONIUS. What are you trying to say? HAMLET. This is what I'm trying to say: Poison.
A relative pours poison into someone's ear while that person is sleeping. Do
you have relatives? Mother, father, brother, daughter... Why do you stare at me
so? I assure you, I am not your daughter. POLONIUS. I don't have a brother. HAMLET. But you do have ears? Beware, friend. POLONIUS. I'll remember your words. HAMLET. And please relay them to the king. I
believe he also has ears. (Leaves.) Polonius takes a
couple of steps and steps on the mousetrap. POLONIUS. A-a-a-a! (Tosses away the mousetrap.) Enter Ophelia. OPHELIA. Father! POLONIUS. What, Ophelia? OPHELIA. I dreamed I saw you in a mousetrap. POLONIUS. Do you think your father is a rat? (Hides the mousetrap in his pocket.)
Ophelia! Fate and Shakespeare have determined that I am both your father and
your mother. As your father, I grieve publicly but weep and wail on the inside!
As your mother, I can take it no more! Don't throw yourself at that man! A man
is an animal in pants! And Hamlet is a prince, not a monk! The more you love,
the more terrible it is! You can't let loose the reins on a man! Never! Or
he'll run amuck. As your mother, I only want what is good for you. I want... I
want... I have no words for it Ч I am choked by tears! As your father, I
publicly maintain my silence but I have splinters in my heart! Like nails! I
sleep as if on a bed of nails! And as your mother, I cannot sleep at all! My
heart aches! And so does my lower back. I can't breathe. And my bones Ч right
here Ч ooh, they ache! Daughter! I am not well! I might die tomorrow! He is a
prince, Ophelia, and he is free to sow wild oats where he will! He is a ghost,
daughter! OPHELIA. Prince Hamlet is a ghost? POLONIUS. Prince Hamlet has lost his mind!
Believe your mother. Your own mother... OPHELIA. Yes... POLONIUS. Ophelia, swear you will not meet with
him. Do you swear? OPHELIA. I do. POLONIUS. My child! Never forget your father is
near. Enter Hamlet. HAMLET. An ass is a goat with ears. A goat is
an ass with a beard. A beard is the quintessence of a goat. Ears are the
quintessence of an ass. POLONIUS. Ophelia, go. Exit Ophelia. HAMLET. The quintessence of a man is dust and
ash. Have you a quintessence, my good sir? POLONIUS. Do you mean me, lord? HAMLET. When a man dies, what remains is his
quintessence. POLONIUS. Would you kill me over some pitiful
quintessence? HAMLET. The Massacre of the Innocents is not
our tragedy. That is King Herod's territory. (Leaves.) POLONIUS. We shall see yet who is a babe and
who is not. Son! Enter Laertes. аааа Laertes!
My son! Remember my commandments. Do not play with fire. Do not muddy the
water. Do not play the fool. Do not take to the bottle. Do not wag your tongue.
Do not lend money. Do not trust women. Do not make mountains out of molehills.
Do not cast your sister to the whims of fate. LAERTES. I shall inscribe them in my heart. POLONIUS. My son! Prince Hamlet wishes to kill
me. LAERTES. I'll kill him! POLONIUS. Remember one more commandment,
Laertes: Make no promise in vain. LAERTES. Do you really think he will run you
through again as if you were a rat? And that poor Ophelia will go mad again and
drown herself? Father, is there really nothing we can change? POLONIUS. Only Shakespeare can change
Shakespeare. We've already killed so many times that one time more or less is
no big tragedy to me. LAERTES. Then what is a tragedy, father? Enter Hamlet and
Anikst. ANIKST. Tragedy, literally, is " the song
of asses," that is, "the ass's song." Tragos in Greek means ass.
Oide means song. HAMLET. Now there's a real tragedy if you are
an ass and you have a song. LAERTES. I'll kill you, lord! Enter Ophelia. She
throws herself between them. OPHELIA. Father! Brother! My Love! Can you not
wait to see me in my grave? HAMLET. Most dear lady! These are your brother
and father? OPHELIA. Yes, my lord. HAMLET. Are you certain they are really your
brother and father and not their ghosts? OPHELIA. Oh, heal him, heavenly powers! HAMLET. Your brother will heal me, do not doubt
it. And don't you forget to dip the blade in medicine, Laertes. POLONIUS. Go now, Laertes. And remember my
commandments. Ophelia, see your brother out. Ophelia and Laertes
leave. аааа As
for me, lord, I don't understand you. Why do you continue to play at this
comedy? HAMLET. This great baby amazes me. Absolutely
amazes me. Tell me child, do you know how to scream bloody murder? POLONIUS. I do not, lord. HAMLET. Then I will teach you, sir. All you
must do is open your mouth a little. Then you bend back your tongue, like that.
And then force the air out of your chest, like this: A-a-a-a! Only you must
have a boneless tongue and you must have air in you that you can force out.
Aside from that, nature takes care of everything else. POLONIUS. Do you wish to make a fool of me? HAMLET. Lord help us! POLONIUS. I have always wished you well, lord. HAMLET. However, you already know how to scream
bloody murder. POLONIUS. I do not, lord. I swear by my
daughter. HAMLET. Nothing but woe with these infants! All
right. I will now scream bloody murder and you will swear by your daughter that
you wish me well. POLONIUS. I swear by my daughter, lord. HAMLET. Wait a minute, I haven't begun to
scream yet. (Screams.) A-a-a-a!
Doctor, if you are not a ghost...а Won't
you join in? Anikst joins Hamlet in
screaming "A-a-a-a!" Offstage, Laertes,
Ophelia, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern begin shouting, A-a-a-a! Enter Laertes at a
run, holding his bared sword. Ophelia, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are right
behind him. OPHELIA. Father! LAERTES. What is going on here? POLONIUS. Prince Hamlet is losing his mind. HAMLET. Won't you join us, noble Laertes? (Screams.) A-a-a-a! OPHELIA. O heavenly powers, restore him! HAMLET. Good sir, please note that I have
screamed in your place for the last time. POLONIUS. Yes, sir! Polonius leaves with
Ophelia and Laertes. HAMLET. Students, in England you will be taught
to play the flute. I will give you a letter of recommendation. Doctor, have you
a quill? Anikst extends to him
a ballpoint pen. аааа Is
this a quill? (To Rosencrantz and
Guildenstern.) Have you a quill and parchment? Enter the Ghost. GHOST. I do. (Hands Hamlet some parchment and a goose quill.) HAMLET. How is it that those who do not exist
have everything? (Writes and then reads
aloud.) "To the Humanist-King, Henry VIII. Elsinore, June 12, 2000. (Use the actual date of the performance.)
Your Majesty! I recommend to you the bearers of this note, our dear friends
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. I am sure that, in your inherent humanism, you
shall reward their merit as justly as you did that of Thomas More. Anikst does not move. GHOST. My dear dead man, you do not fear your
own posthumous signature, do you? It's me or them. Anikst resolves to
sign and does. Hamlet follows suit. HAMLET. (To
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.) Students! England awaits you! Rosencrantz,
Guildenstern and the Ghost disappear behind the curtain. аааа Don't
worry, doctor. We are beyond good and evil. We are in eternity where nothing
happens. We are in a state of non-being where there are no events. We are
present but we do not exist. In fact, nothing exists at all. Nothing and no
one. (Looks at Anikst.) I fear I
cannot save you. ANIKST. From death after death? HAMLET. From universal emptiness. Hamlet jerks back the
curtain. There is nothing behind it. The lights go out. Hamlet walks onto the
proscenium. An unseen flute plays quietly. аааа Diogenes,
where is your Tub? аааа Hippocrates,
where is your Oath? аааа Columbus,
where is your Egg? аааа Plato,
where is your State? аааа Archimedes,
where is your Fulcrum? аааа Caesar,
where is your Rubicon? аааа Newton,
where is your Apple? аааа Mohammed,
where is your Mountain? аааа Planck,
where is your Constant? аааа Pilate,
where is your Truth? аааа Cain,
where is your Abel? аааа Woe,
where is your Wit? аааа Heart,
where is your Pain? The stage goes black.
A deathly silence. A flute sounds in the darkness. Up comes an infernal light.
Hamlet is not to be seen. Enter Polonius. Under his arms, he carries the heads
of Rosencrantz and Guildenstern as if they were watermelons. ANIKST. Is that they?! POLONIUS. In the flesh. Rosencrantz and
Guildenstern are dead. ANIKST. Already?! POLONIUS. What's to wait for? It only takes a
second! Hold this, will you? (Holds out
one of the heads.) My shoelace came undone. Anikst takes the head.
Polonius bends over. His shoelace snaps. аааа Something
is rotten in the state of Denmark! How am I going to connect these two scraps
now? What a tragedy, my good doctor! (He
extends the second head to Anikst who takes it.) Hold it by the hair or
you'll drop it. (Stares at Anikst as he
ties his shoelaces.) Careful, they're still dripping, doctor. You're all
bloody there. Anikst drops the
heads. They hit the floor with a dull thud as if on a scaffold. Total darkness. ANIKST. (Shouts.)
My good lord! Enter Ophelia. OPHELIA. What is the matter with you, doctor?
You are wailing like a newborn baby. Oh, I know. There is a full moon tonight
and you dreamed you are my father and that you are in a mousetrap. Let me rock
you to sleep. (Sings a lullaby as if to a
newborn baby.) Why are you looking at me like that? No. No, don't look at
me like that. I don't want to have that dream. No, no! I don't want to! That is
the expression I saw when I drowned. ааааааааааа There
is a willow grows aslant a brook, ааааааааааа That
shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream... аааа Who
is that? (Screams.) A-a-a! (She runs out.) ROSENCRANTZ. Doctor! Won't you hold my
unfortunate head?! GUILDENSTERN. Doctor! Won't you hold my severed
head!? ANIKST. (Screams.)
A-a-a-a! Enter Hamlet. HAMLET. Is that you wailing like a newborn
babe? ANIKST. My good lord! (Points at the heads.) HAMLET. You wished to kill me, my excellent
good friends. ROSENCRANTZ. To save you, most dear lord. But
you killed us. GUILDENSTERN. And you, my good doctor, you
absolved this murder. HAMLET. Have you nothing to say? Explain my
tragedy to them! (Leaves.) ANIKST. You see... the tragedy... of the
prince... ROSENCRANTZ. Gaudeamus igitur! GUILDENSTERN. (To the audience.) This is an old student song. ROSENCRANTZ. Juvenes dum sumus! GUILDENSTERN. Let's make merry while we are
young! ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN. (Together.) ааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааа Gaudeamus
igitur! ааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааа Juvenes
dum sumus! ааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааа Post
jucundam juventutem, ааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааа Post
molestam senektutem ааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааа Nos
habitet humus. ALL. (Together.)
ааааааа Vivat Academia, ааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааа Vivant
professores! Enter Hamlet. HAMLET. Singing already? That didn't take long.
Sing. Sing! Life is short, art is eternal. Eternity is full of sadness, but
this sadness is a great joy! (To the
audience.) Gaudeamus igitur! The stage goes black. Claudius and Gertrude
sit on a bed in their regal raiment. Enter Hamlet. CLAUDIUS. Now, my cousin! Ч No, my son! From
now on, Hamlet, you are my son. And I would ask you, as I would my son, to cast
off that nighted color, that which makes mourning of the day. Do not seek
eternally thy noble father in the dust with your veiled lids. HAMLET. O king and father, you shall replace my
father. O queen and mother, you shall replace my mother. GERTRUDE. Why replace her, son? I am your mother. HAMLET. Impossible! Then who takes the place of
my mother? GERTRUDE. But son, why do you need a
replacement while I am alive? HAMLET. But why do you need an uncle in place
of my father while I am alive? GERTRUDE. Son, do you understand what you are
saying? Do you wish to upset your uncle who shall replace your father? HAMLET. Uncle who shall replace my father,
forgive him who would stand in stead of your son if he has upset you instead of
bringing you joy. GERTRUDE. Hamlet! Son! You speak not with your
uncle, but with His Majesty, the King of Denmark! CLAUDIUS. 'Tis sweet and commendable in your
nature, Hamlet, to give these mourning duties to your father: But, you must
know, your father lost a father and he lost his. One cannot fill the lives of
the living with nothing but sadness. ааааааааааа Therefore
our sometime sister, now our queen, ааа With one auspicious and one dropping eye, ааа With mirth in funeral and with dirge in
marriage ааа Have we taken to wife. аааа Come,
join the wedding feast. HAMLET. Shall I not grow cross-eyed with a
hopeful and a dropping eye? GERTRUDE. Son, don't dare you speak with His
Majesty so! CLAUDIUS. Unprevailing woe shall bear no fruit,
Hamlet. HAMLET. Yes, Majesty, if it is unprevailing.
However, the fruits of my woe are not so fruitless. On the contrary. I fear
they are so fruitful that in enjoying mirth in death, my mother may grow ripe
with child that shall make an uncle of her son. May I lay here in this bed? Hamlet leaps onto the
bed between Claudius and Gertrude and embraces them both. аааа I
find a double casket is too tight for one. GERTRUDE. You've gone mad! HAMLET. (Leaps
up from the bed. To Claudius.) Farewell, mother. (Leaves.) CLAUDIUS. He fosters murderous intentions. He
will not spare even you, his own mother. And, as for me, Gertrude...! GERTRUDE. Darling! CLAUDIUS. Don't cling to me! Polonius! Polonius crawls out
from beneath the bed.
POLONIUS. At your service, sire. CLAUDIUS. Keep an eye on him. Let me know
immediately if you see anything. (He tugs
on the curtain.) Enter Anikst with a skull. POLONIUS. Where is the prince, doctor? ANIKST. Here, hold this skull please. Polonius takes the
skull. Anikst pulls out a flute and begins to play. POLONIUS. I asked you where the prince is. ANIKST. Are you sure this is not the prince? (Plays the flute.) POLONIUS. We are both Shakespeare scholars. We
are both Ph.D.s. We are both dead. Let's not play games. ANIKST. Do you know how to play the flute? POLONIUS. I do not intend to play the flute. I
intend to play on you, my good doctor. That's right, don't give me that
otherworldly stare. You should know better than anyone that I am no villain. ANIKST. How do you know I know that? POLONIUS. It's written all over your face. ANIKST. My face? (He pulls out a small mirror and looks into it.) I don't see
anything. POLONIUS. Because it's a crooked mirror. ANIKST. This mirror is crooked? (Looks it over.) POLONIUS. Would you like to see the crooked
nature of the universe with the bare eye? Anikst puts on dark
glasses. аааа What
do you see now? ANIKST. Nothing. POLONIUS. If you see nothing, how can you see I
am a villain? ANIKST. What else am I supposed to see? POLONIUS. An important government official who
perished tragically as a result of court intrigues. The unfortunate father of
two children. A deceased Shakespeare scholar, like you. Where is the prince,
doctor? ANIKST. Inside of you. Study your innards. And
if you don't find him there, hunt for him here in the theater. POLONIUS. All Shakespeare scholars want to play
Hamlet. And it always ends the same. He kills them when he goes after me in the
scene where he argues with his mother. ANIKST. Here is your Danish prince! (Pulls a rat out of his pocket. To the rat.)
My good lord! (To Polonius.) The
prince is undergoing a moment of self-recognition. POLONIUS. I would warn you. Anikst pulls out his
flute and plays. He leaves. Enter Ophelia in the guise of the Moon. She
rehearses. OPHELIA. ааааааааааааааа "Signori,
I'm the Moon, the satellite of Dreams!" ааааааааааааааааааааааа No,
that's not it. ааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааа "Signori,
I'm the Moon!" POLONIUS. Ophelia, I forbade you to perform in
that play! Enter Hamlet. HAMLET. Do you know me, good sir? POLONIUS. Of course, lord. You are a
fishmonger. HAMLET. Your eyes need checking. You see
everything in a tragic light. POLONIUS. Don't go playing Hamlet with me.а (Leaves.) Enter Anikst. ANIKST. To be, or not to be: that is the
question! HAMLET. Want to buy some fish? Enter Horatio. HORATIO. My good lord! Everyone is looking for
you; no one can find you. HAMLET. And who are you, my good friend Ч everyone
or no one? HORATIO. I am your friend Horatio. I have been
looking for you everywhere. HAMLET. I was wondering what happened to my
friend Horatio. I figured he must be looking for me everywhere. Friend, want to
buy some fish? HORATIO. What is the matter with you, my good
lord? HAMLET. The world is a prison containing
Denmark. Denmark is a prison containing my skull. My skull is a prison
containing my mind. My mind is a prison containing my thoughts. My thoughts are
a prison containing my essence. My essence is a prison containing the whole
world. My friend! Freedom is insanity. (Leaves.)
HORATIO. What is wrong with him? ANIKST. With whom? HORATIO. Prince Hamlet. ANIKST. And who are you? HORATIO. I am his friend Horatio. ANIKST. Pleased to meet you. HORATIO. Pleased to meet you. ANIKST. Are you sure you're a friend? Enter Hamlet in the
costume of a jester. He is holding a rubber phallus. HAMLET. There are more things in heaven and
earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in our philosophy. HORATIO. What philosophy, good lord? HAMLET. Doctor, please explain to him what a
Doctor of Philosophy is. HORATIO. This ghost is no ghost. HAMLET. This ghost is a Doctor of Philosophy. HORATIO. I'm not talking about that ghost. HAMLET. This ghost is not my father. HORATIO. Are you the son of a ghost, good lord?
HAMLET. That I am, my friend. HORATIO. If your mother slept with a ghost,
then she is a witch. HAMLET. I am the son of a witch and a ghost. (Leaves.) HORATIO. Doctor! Look at what a state you have
reduced him to. ANIKST. Who? HORATIO. Hamlet. Prince Hamlet. ANIKST. Are you sure he is a prince? HORATIO. If not, then who is? ANIKST. Who are you? HORATIO. I am his friend Horatio. ANIKST. Pleased to meet you. HORATIO. Pleased to meet you. ANIKST. Pardon me, but who's friend are you? HORATIO. What is the matter with you? ANIKST. You're interrupting my music. (Plays.) He has gone out of his mind. (Plays.) Enter Hamlet in a
ballet tutu. HAMLET. My friend. I have gone mad. HORATIO. Why, good lord? HAMLET. Why does anyone? HORATIO. No one does, good lord. HAMLET. Am I really so alone in the universe?
My friend, we have been friends for four hundred years. Let's go mad together! HORATIO. Prince! It is my duty to explain to
you your tragedy. HAMLET. And who might you be? HORATIO. I am your friend Horatio. HAMLET. Pleased to meet you. HORATIO. What is the matter with you, good
lord? HAMLET. Didn't I tell you? HORATIO. What? HAMLET. I've lost my mind. (Pulls out a rat.) Buy my fish! HORATIO. That is a rat, good lord. HAMLET. Tell your philosophers that if a rat is
called a fish then that is what it is. (Leaves.)
HORATIO. Doctor! Do you understand any of this? ANIKST. And who might you be? HORATIO. I'm his friend Horatio. ANIKST. Pleased to meet you. Shhh! A secret Ч
To be, or not to be: that is the question. HORATIO. You've all gone mad! ANIKST. Shhh! Not everyone. Dead Shakespeare
scholars don't go mad. HORATIO. Who told you that? Enter the Ghost. GHOST. I did. HORATIO. And who are you? GHOST. This is a secret, but I am Shakespeare. HORATIO. Pleased to meet you. GHOST. And who are you? HORATIO. I am friend Horatio. GHOST. Pleased to meet you. We ghosts are
terribly happy to see you. Tell your philosophers that I am the gravedigger of
the human race! (Leaves.) HORATIO. Doctor! What is going on here? Enter Hamlet in a
jester's costume, weeping streams of tears. HAMLET. What a tragedy, my friend! What a
tragedy! Nobody will buy my fish. But since I don't lose hope that I may still
sell some, everybody thinks I am crazy. Friend mine! No one thinks that about
themselves. I exist where you are not. (Leaves.)
HORATIO. Doctor! I think I'm losing my mind. ANIKST. Shhh! (Glances around.) Buy some of his fish. Enter the Gravediggers. FIRST GRAVEDIGGER. Hey-ho, fish! SECOND GRAVEDIGGER. Fish, hey-ho! FIRST GRAVEDIGGER. We are gravediggers. SECOND GRAVEDIGGER. We bury fish. HORATIO. I'm not a fish! FIRST GRAVEDIGGER. Then who are you? HORATIO. I am friend Horatio! SECOND GRAVEDIGGER. Who?! HORATIO. A humanitarian! FIRST GRAVEDIGGER. Shall we dismember him? SECOND GRAVEDIGGER. There's an idea! (Pulls out a net and throws it over Horatio.)
HORATIO. (Shouts.)
Good lord! FIRST GRAVEDIGGER. Don't shout, fish. I can't
work when it's noisy. HORATIO. (Shouts.)
Good lord! SECOND GRAVEDIGGER. For a fish, he squeals like
a humanitarian! HORATIO. (Shouts.)
Good lord! Enter Hamlet in a
white shroud. HAMLET. What have you forgotten here in this
grave, my friend? (To the Gravediggers.)
Are you burying my friends? FIRST GRAVEDIGGER. A fish, good lord. HAMLET.а
(Throws a coin to them.) I
bury my own fish. SECOND GRAVEDIGGER. May you bury the
humanitarian who lives within you! The Gravediggers leave. HAMLET. What a terrible age we live in! (Removes the net from Horatio.) HORATIO. What age is that, good lord? HAMLET. Ours, my friend, ours. (Embraces Horatio and both leave.) Anikst begins to play
the flute then leaves. Enter the Ghost with a telephone receiver in his hand. GHOST. Hello! Shakespeare speaking. Tell your
philosophers that my theater is an explosive device of untold power. The stage goes dark. Enter Ophelia. OPHELIA. (Sings.)
а In the north, in his own lands ааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааа There
lived a prince, said local lore. HAMLET. аааааааааааааааааааааааааааа He
let in the maid, that out a maid ааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааа Never
departed more. аааа Shall
I let you in, most dear lady? It would cost you a groaning to take off my edge.
OPHELIA. You are keen, my lord. HAMLET. Only thanks to you. For here is my
stinger. (Pulls out a hairpin.) I
return it before dying. OPHELIA. I never gave you aught. HAMLET. аааа My
honor'd lord, you know right well you did; ааааааааааааааааааааааа And
with them words of so sweet breath composed ааааааааааааааааааааааа As
made the things more rich Ч their perfume's lost. OPHELIA. Decent girls don't do things like
that. HAMLET. Then I am not a girl. Call me my soul's
idol. OPHELIA. I don't wish to call you an idol. HAMLET. But I do, my soul's idol. OPHELIA. You are tempting the Moon, my lord.
Are you honest? HAMLET. Between us girls, I am honesty
incarnate. OPHELIA. Are you so innocent? HAMLET. I am honesty incarnate and innocence in
the flesh. OPHELIA. I hear you see ghosts. HAMLET. Would you have it that Hamlet become a
ghost? So be it! I am Hamlet, a ghost of himself. I am a ghost and I scorn
nothing ghostly. OPHELIA. Do you wish to frighten me? HAMLET. I wish to bite you. OPHELIA. And I Ч you. HAMLET. Please do. And make it deadly. Is
anyone watching? (Looks around.) I
have had insomnia ever since my father was poisoned in his sleep. Waking, I
sleep and every dream I have is a premonition. (Takes Ophelia's hand.) Do you like my death mask? OPHELIA. I don't understand you, my lord. HAMLET. Most people's life masks are much more
terrible than their death masks. (Brings
her hand up to his face.) Do you love me? OPHELIA. Yes, my lord. HAMLET. There are innumerable ways to commit
suicide. The most trusty of them is love. If you wish to bite me, now is the
time to do it. OPHELIA. My father forbade me to see you. HAMLET. But did he forbid you to bite me?
Doesn't he seem rather ghostly to you? OPHELIA. Lord? HAMLET. (Intimately.)
My lord. OPHELIA. (Intimately.)
My lord. HAMLET. (More
intimately.) Yours. OPHELIA. (More
intimately.) Lord. HAMLET. My. OPHELIA. My... My Lord! I'm going mad. HAMLET. Dally with it, I beg of you. Are you
crying? OPHELIA. A girl's tears are but raindrops, my
lord. HAMLET. O nymph, gore my inner voice. (Extends the hairpin to her as if it were a
knife.) Is anyone spying on us? OPHELIA. I don't know, my lord. HAMLET. You do. But you know I do not care. (Kisses her.) Enter Polonius. POLONIUS. Ophelia! You gave me your word. Ophelia leaves. HAMLET. Your son wants to bite me! POLONIUS. Your mousetrap is dated, lord. It was
four hundred years ago. (Pulls a
mousetrap out of his pocket and hands it to Hamlet.) HAMLET. Mors occasionalis. Incidental death. POLONIUS. There is nothing incidental in death
on the stage. HAMLET. Did Shakespeare tell you that? POLONIUS. I once played in a university theater
and was accounted a good actor. I did enact Julius Caesar. HAMLET. Beware the ides of March, divine
Julius. (He takes the mousetrap and
leaves.) Enter Claudius and
Gertrude from behind the curtain. CLAUDIUS. He is fostering murderous intentions.
Shut up, Gertrude. (To Polonius.) Do
you think he wants to... Enter Hamlet suddenly
from behind the curtain. He is dressed in a jester's costume. HAMLET. I do not. However, black becomes more
white the more it blackens from within. And worms, mother, are those who crawl
within from without. They crawl in through the openings of ears; when it is all
black before your eyes. I'll bet you like Shakespeare. CLAUDIUS. I adore him. He's a great tragedian!
A true poet! I always see Hamlet in the light of the sixty-sixth sonnet:
"Tired with all these, for restful death I cry." HAMLET. Give me back my skull. CLAUDIUS. Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him,
Gertrude: a fellow of infinite jest. a' poured a flagon of Rhenish on my head
once. HAMLET. I want the Moon. CLAUDIUS. And he died. GERTRUDE. Who? CLAUDIUS. Gertrude, do not drink. HAMLET. Tell me Judas, which of Christ's ears
did you kiss? POLONIUS. His cheek, lord, not his ear. HAMLET. Is that so? And he died? POLONIUS. Who? HAMLET. I knew your brother once. You don't
believe in ghosts, do you? CLAUDIUS. On the contrary, I believe in them
well. In their ghostliness. POLONIUS. Are you a ghost, lord? HAMLET. I am obsessed with the Moon. CLAUDIUS. Shut up, Gertrude. HAMLET. If the prince is sick, he is only sick
and knows not what he does. CLAUDIUS. But what if he is not sick? HAMLET. аааа So
if he is not sick, then he's okay, ааа ааааааа But the good doctors hold him wholly in
their sway. ааааааааааааааааааааааа O
moon, arise!а Eclipse my feeble mind! ааааааааааааааааааааааа Or
else I'll die from the dark thoughts that blind me! ааааааааааааааааааааааа Don't
let the theater become a haven and rest, ааааааааааааааааааааааа A
couch for luxury and damned incest! аааа (He leaves.) CLAUDIUS. He must be brought under control.
Shut up, Gertrude. GERTRUDE. Still, as his mother... CLAUDIUS. Shut up, Gertrude. Gertrude leaves. аааа And I
don't care how it's done. POLONIUS. But the queen... CLAUDIUS. No buts! (Leaves.) The stage goes dark. Enter Hamlet. He
parts the curtain. The heads of Rosencrantz and Guildenstern stand on
pedestals. HAMLET. How are you, friends? ROSENCRANTZ. Without us the earth acquired
conscience, most dear lord. GUILDENSTERN. The instant we departed, the
earth was made honest, honored lord. HAMLET. Then that means the world has ended.
Strange I did not notice. (Leaves.) Enter Anikst playing
the flute. ROSENCRANTZ. Doctor! Won't you hold my
unfortunate head?! GUILDENSTERN. Doctor! Won't you hold my severed
head!? ANIKST. (Screams.)
A-a-a-a! (Drops his flute.) Enter Polonius. POLONIUS. What is the matter, doctor? (Jerks back the curtain.) Don't you
recognize me? ANIKST. You are the father of eternal matter. POLONIUS. I am a father, doctor. But not of
eternal matter. My daughter's name is Ophelia. (Picks up the flute.) ANIKST. I know. POLONIUS. Do you know what awaits her? Anikst is silent. аааа You
do! And yet you play along with that madman! Aren't these heads enough for you?
ANIKST. Stop tormenting me! POLONIUS. You're tormenting yourself. And I
want to help you. I want to give you a gift. ANIKST. Poison? POLONIUS. Why poison? Not poison at all. I want
to give you a magic flute. (Pulls out a
dueling pistol.) ANIKST. That's a flute? POLONIUS. A magic flute. It makes inhuman
music. ANIKST. Inhuman? POLONIUS. Music! You raise this orifice to your
lips Ч like this. Then your finger goes Ч not there, but here. And a distorted
grimace appears on your face. ANIKST. A distorted grimace? POLONIUS. Your own mother wouldn't recognize
you. ANIKST. And no one will recognize me? POLONIUS. No one. Ever. ANIKST. And my torments will be at an end? POLONIUS. Instantaneously! (Puts the pistol in Anikst's pocket.) It
is up to you to decide who will be and who will not be. (Leaves.) Anikst watches him go,
and then approaches the curtain and looks into the backstage area. Enter
Hamlet. HAMLET. Are you looking for me? ANIKST. I am looking for myself. HAMLET. That's what you should have done in
life. However, it's never too late. The world is small Ч no matter where you go
you meet yourself. Everywhere where you are not. Especially when you don't
exist at all! But, you know, you can find yourself only by coincidence. And
even then only if you are seeking the truth. ANIKST. I am seeking the truth. HAMLET. Doctor, don't make me laugh before
death. You're staring into emptiness again. ANIKST. I am empty inside. And you are, too. HAMLET. Not all emptiness is empty. (Leaves.) ANIKST. (To
the audience.) Are all of you ghosts? Is there even one living man among
us? Enter Polonius from
behind the curtain.
POLONIUS. There is. I am, doctor. ANIKST. What about the prince? POLONIUS. Your dear lord is a figment of
imagination! Doctor! Do you really not understand yet that Hamlet is the
embodiment of the idea of Man? He is an idea realized in flesh. And, like any
other idea, this idea is less than itself. And, like any embodiment, it is
richer than all ideas taken together. That is the mystery of it. And that is
the tragedy of it. ANIKST. You mean, my tragedy? POLONIUS. Our tragedy. ANIKST. Your tragedy? POLONIUS. The human tragedy! Omniscient
blindness, deafness that hears all, the eternal motion of rest, the immortality
of death and the lifelessness of life. When nothing means anything and all is
meaningless! The sounds of marching
are heard. Special forces soldiers in black masks pour on stage from offstage,
from behind the curtain and through all the entrances to the auditorium. One
soldier has a dog on a leash. CAPTAIN. Clear the stage! The soldiers pull
everyone out from behind the curtain and shove them off stage. аааа (To the audience.) This show has been
canceled! We have information that a bomb has been planted in the theater.
Don't panic now! We are certain it is a false alarm, but we must take
precautions. Selivanov! SELIVANOV. (To
his dog.) Hamlet! Search! The dog begins
sniffing the stage. CAPTAIN. Clear the hall! SELIVANOV. (To
his dog.) Hamlet! Search! (He comes
down off the stage into the auditorium with his dog.) ACT II ANIKST. My dear ghosts! Your tragedy is that
you do not perceive your tragedy as a tragedy. Have you understood that we
exist beyond good and evil? Would someone like to hold my skull? Play the
flute? Play the father of eternal matter? Play spin the bottle? Kick the
bucket? He loses who does not play, my dear ghosts! Shhh! A secret! I am
Hamlet! Shhh! Elsinore ought to be destroyed. Shhh. (Leaves.) Fanfare. The curtain
rises. Hamlet stands on his head. Enter Polonius;
he looks at Hamlet. HAMLET. Salve, Caesar! Have you already crossed
the Rubicon? POLONIUS. Forgive an old man, but your youth
makes you too blunt. HAMLET. You think so? And where do you think I'm
headed? POLONIUS. For the grave, lord. HAMLET. Are we not traveling companions? POLONIUS. In Shakespeare's tragedy, yes. But in
this one... You must be killed, lord. HAMLET. Thank you for being frank. By the way,
am I obliged to you for nothing? I'm at your service. Make it this ear, if you
wish. Or this one. I can lie down. (Lies
down.) And pretend that I am sleeping. Ah! And here's the flute! O nymph of
the night! Enter Gertrude. GERTRUDE. Hamlet! What is the matter? HAMLET. аааа Thou
turn'st mine eyes into my very soul, ааааааааааааааааааааааа And
there I see such black and grained spots ааааааааааааааааааааааа As
will not leave their tinct. аааа Are
you a nymph of the night? May I offer my hand... GERTRUDE. Son! HAMLET. And heart? GERTRUDE. Hamlet! Enter Claudius аfollowed
by Anikst playing the flute. He steps over Hamlet and, continuing to play,
disappears behind the curtain. CLAUDIUS. Gertrude! Go at once! GERTRUDE. Your Majesty, I am his mother. HAMLET. Don't argue, mother. Go. The rat will
happily replace me in my grave. CLAUDIUS. Polonius! Do something about him. The
queen and I will await you in the throne room. Claudius leaves with
Gertrude. POLONIUS. (Calls.)
Laertes! Enter Laertes. LAERTES. Yes, father. POLONIUS. Laertes! Hamlet loves your sister.
She loves him. It is my belief that no one should obstruct their feelings,
neither father nor brother. Do you remember my commandments? LAERTES. I do. POLONIUS. Then go. Laertes leaves. HAMLET. I get the feeling you want to marry me
off. POLONIUS. Why not? I thought... (Glances around and falls silent.) HAMLET. ...that King Hamlet and Queen Ophelia
are more to your liking than King Claudius and Queen Gertrude. Isn't that so?
Alas, divine Julius! I cannot kill the king if first I don't kill you and
Laertes. POLONIUS. Why, lord? HAMLET. It's the law of tragedy. The law of
destiny. The law of eternity. I am a tragic hero, not a fishmonger. Polonius
may not understand that, but Caesar is obliged to! POLONIUS. Go ahead, finish what you have to
say. HAMLET. Every man will be dead, but not every
dead man will become a ghost. Caesarem licet stantem mori. Caesar must die
standing. POLONIUS. That's a nice phrase. But I know one
just as good. Fish rots from the head down. (Leaves.) A fanfare. Enter
Fortinbras and his soldiers. FORTINBRAS. Are you alive, prince? I had heard
that... HAMLET. That what? Don't believe rumors just
because you have conquered Poland. How were the Polish girls? They say every
one is a beauty. FORTINBRAS. Are you kidding? I lost the war. (Steps on the mousetrap.) God damn it! (Tosses the mousetrap aside.) Too bad
they didn't kill you. HAMLET. Don't worry, they've got a shotgun
wedding planned for me. FORTINBRAS. That's worse yet! Congratulations!
Farewell, prince. HAMLET. Farewell, Fortinbras. Fanfare. Fortinbras
leaves with his soldiers. Enter Anikst playing the flute. HAMLET. Ah, a flute! ANIKST. Don't come near me! HAMLET. Why not, doctor? ANIKST. I'm no doctor, I'm a patient! My
illness is called mors occasionalis. I must kill you. (Pulls out a dueling pistol.)а
HAMLET. At your service. Anikst is motionless. аааа (Hamlet takes the pistol and raises it to his
mouth. His face is contorted in a grimace. The pistol clicks Ч it misfired.)
I'll let you in on a secret: You have killed me. (He hands back the pistol and leaves.) Anikst pulls out a
small mirror and puts the gun to his mouth. He tries to imitate a grimace on
his face. Enter Polonius. POLONIUS. Having fun, doctor? Anikst aims the pistol
at Polonius. аааа Aren't
you afraid you might kill me? Anikst's face is
distorted in a grimace. аааа Or
yourself? Anikst raises the
pistol to his mouth.
аааа Frightful,
isn't it? Anikst winces with
eyes closed and fires.
аааа A
fine shot, doctor. Only too bad you missed. (Leaves.) Enter Ophelia at a run. OPHELIA. Father? Is that you? Anikst is silent. аааа Where
did you get that pistol? Anikst is silent. аааа Did
you fire... at yourself? Anikst is silent. He
throws down the pistol and leaves. Enter Laertes. LAERTES. Ophelia?! Who was that shooting? OPHELIA. Not I. LAERTES. Then who? OPHELIA. I don't know. (Leaves.) LAERTES. (To
the audience.) What idiot was shooting in here? Enter Polonius. POLONIUS. I was. (Picks up the pistol.) Go, Laertes. Don't take words lightly.
Remember my commandments. Laertes leaves. Enter
Hamlet. HAMLET. Fish rots from the head down. O divine
Julius, do you know how to say that in Latin? POLONIUS. Ask them. (He parts the curtain and leaves.) The heads of
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern stand on pedestals. HAMLET. Wipe away your invisible tears,
friends. I am with you! The stage goes dark. Enter Ophelia as the
Moon. OPHELIA. ааа Signori,
I'm the Moon, the satellite of Dreams! ааааааааааааааааааааааа With
my reflected light, I illumine ааааааааааааааааааааааа The
ferment of ideas, reason's dream, ааааааааааааааааааааааа That
holy terror, to which poets are prone, Ч ааааааааааааааааааааааа Chaste
virgins' crazy quivering ааааааааааааааааааааааа And
the chaste quivering of crazy virgins, ааааааааааааааааааааааа The
incest of our Danish queens, ааааааааааааааааааааааа The
timid footfall of young villains. ааааааааааааааааааааааа My
rays are filling nature's waste- ааааааааааааааааааааааа Land,
and they blind the blind man's eyes, ааааааааааааааааааааааа Our
forefathers upon their fathers gaze ааааааааааааааааааааааа And
on extinguished cities and dead tribes, ааааааааааааааааааааааа As
the living God on gods extinguished, ааааааааааааааааааааааа As
children on their fathers, departed and sad, ааааааааааааааааааааааа But
in reflected light that distinguishes ааааааааааааааааааааааа Each
age, I only wash the mad! ааааааааааааааааааааааа The
mind of the enlightened I corrupt ааааааааааааааааааааааа And
turn away from daylight. ааааааааааааааааааааааа The
fruitless fruits of weighty thoughts ааааааааааааааааааааааа I
fill up with the Poet's wasteland. ааааааааааааааааааааааа And
in my wasteland, I erect my own ааааааааааааааааааааааа Palace
of gold!а And everything is in my palace: ааааааааааааааааааааааа Squirming
vermin, man, and the divine Ч ааааааааааааааааааааааа Whatever
you could want Ч the golden palace itself! ааааааааааааааааааааааа My
light, Signori, is the highest light, ааааааааааааааааааааааа And,
Signori, the highest light is termless light, ааааааааааааааааааааааа The
light of veritas, nonexistent in our world, ааааааааааа ааааааааааа The tears of a Ч perhaps Ч corrupted
virgin! Hamlet appears from
behind the curtain.
HAMLET. Does your father consider you a capable
actress? OPHELIA. What about you, lord? HAMLET. I certainly do. OPHELIA. Do you not fear I will drown myself? HAMLET. What from, most dear lady? OPHELIA. From love, my lord. HAMLET. Not after the way the Moon played its
part. Enter Polonius. POLONIUS. Ophelia! OPHELIA. Farewell, my lord. (Leaves.) HAMLET. Let's keep this secret, but keep an eye
on her. God forbid she really should go and drown herself. Shakespeare saw the
future as clearly as his reflection in a pond. POLONIUS. Ophelia! (Goes out after her.) Enter Anikst, playing
the flute. HAMLET. I see you are quite at home here.
Perhaps now you will explain my tragedy to me. ANIKST. My pleasure. Your tragedy is called Hamlet. Everything in it is terribly
tragic. Hamlet is a tragic hero who experiences a terrible tragedy. His own
uncle killed his father. And his own father turned out to be a ghost. Then his
own mother married his own uncle. But Hamlet didn't let that get him down. He
loved life, the theater and Ophelia. His friend Horatio was a true humanist. He
embodied the tragedy of humanism. Ophelia is the image of poetry itself and you
cannot look upon her without tears. She goes out of her mind in a nightshirt.
Throughout the whole tragedy Hamlet exposes evil. He pronounces the
"to-be-or-not-to-be" monologue. This is a terribly tragic part.
Everybody is totally ecstatic about it and then, in horror, they all kill each
other. HAMLET. But what's the point of the tragedy? ANIKST. The point is this: It seems that to be,
you must not be. That is what's so horrible and, in horror over that, everybody
kills each other. HAMLET. And that's it? ANIKST. There are so many meanings in this
tragedy, only a madman could count them all. But the basic ones are the
quintessence of humanism. All the world's a prison. All people are rats. All
brothers are fratricides. All women are perfidious. All fathers are ghosts. All
friends are traitors. All kings are villains. All art is reduced to the art of
lying. All wine is poison. All words are poisonous. Man is the quintessence of
dust. Love is death. Freedom is madness. HAMLET. Are you not mad? ANIKST. That is immaterial. (He approaches the curtain.) HAMLET. Wait. Explain your tragedy to me. ANIKST. Let him explain it. (He jerks back the curtain, revealing
Polonius holding a skull. Anikst leaves.) POLONIUS. I determined the square root of your
skull, lord. And now I return it to you safe and sound. HAMLET. Don't you believe I love your daughter? POLONIUS. Kill me, if you will, but I do not. HAMLET. Why is that, if it's no secret? POLONIUS. Because you don't believe it
yourself. Ask yourself Ч of what consists your love? HAMLET. Myself? (Addresses himself aloud.) Of what should love consist, my good
lord? POLONIUS. Now answer. HAMLET. Myself? POLONIUS. I don't care about your answer. HAMLET. Nor I your skull. POLONIUS. See how easy it is? HAMLET. And of what consists your love of your
daughter? POLONIUS. Ask my daughter. Enter Ophelia. OPHELIA. Lord, what do you wish to ask of the
Moon? HAMLET. Of love. OPHELIA. Love, my lord? HAMLET. I would ask you this: Do you love the
theater? OPHELIA. I do, my lord. HAMLET. And of what consists your love of the
theater? OPHELIA. Of the fact that you are my soul's
idol. HAMLET. Aren't you tired of loving an idol? Do
you remember that all those playing your part go out of their minds? OPHELIA. I do, my lord. HAMLET. Tell your father that he may play the
fool no where but in 's own house. OPHELIA. I will, my lord. But he cannot do
otherwise. HAMLET. Why is that, most dear lady? OPHELIA. Because he is an actor and he will die
on the stage. HAMLET. What about you, my soul's idol? OPHELIA. If I did not love him, I could not
love you. HAMLET. But are you prepared to die on stage? OPHELIA. Of love, yes. HAMLET. I will weave you a garland. Rosemary is
for remembrance; thoughts are brought by pansies. And rue we call the herb of
grace o' Sundays. OPHELIA. The Moon is a heavenly body, my lord.
(Leaves.) Hamlet approaches the
curtain. Enter Claudius and Gertrude. CLAUDIUS. Gertrude, do not drink. (Jerks back the curtain.) Polonius, what
are you hiding here for? HAMLET. He is dead. CLAUDIUS. Dead? Polonius?! HAMLET. Julius Caesar. At the hands of Brutus.
It's a tragedy by Shakespeare, your Majesty. CLAUDIUS. I love Shakespeare. HAMLET. However, we are not staging a tragedy
here. GERTRUDE. What is it, then? HAMLET. A mousetrap, mother. And here are our
spectators. (He points to the heads of
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.) GERTRUDE. Oh my God! CLAUDIUS. Shut up, Gertrude. GERTRUDE. That's not Shakespeare! And the dead
aren't spectators. HAMLET. The dead, indeed, are not spectators.
And the mousetrap is a metaphor. However, your Majesty, please note that if the
mousetrap is imagined, the rat it catches is quite real. GERTRUDE. They must be buried. HAMLET. My friends, we do not want our
spectators to see in you only the quintessence of dust. Therefore, come give us
a taste of your quality! "But who had seen the mobled queen?" GUILDENSTERN.а
But who, O who had seen the mobled queen! ааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааа Inexorable
Fate has bent ааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааа Her
bowed diadem-crowned brow. ааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааа Blind
tears well up in eyes. ааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааа Like
a snake her torn robe winds around ааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааа About
her lank and all o'er-teemed loins. ааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааа The
winds lose voice.а The earth below ааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааа Is
hush as death. ROSENCRANTZ. аааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааа "Hecuba,
whom do you seek?" POLONIUS. "Cassandra, my daughter. An evil
dream have I seen. Perhaps she can tell me what it means." HAMLET. Mother, look whether he has not turned
his color and has tears in 's eyes. (To
Polonius.) Where is your daughter? Have her play Cassandra. POLONIUS. The Moon is in eclipse, lord. HAMLET. Already? Somehow I had not noticed.
However, as her father, you know best. But they say Cassandra, too, suffered
eclipses, so that should not harm our tragedy. POLONIUS. She shall not play Cassandra. HAMLET. Do you wish to ruin my show? POLONIUS. This is not a play but a trap for a mouse! GERTRUDE. What mousetrap is that, Hamlet? HAMLET. He means the theater. Spectators come
to the theater for spiritual sustenance. But they are caught as in a trap for
in the theater they are the bait. However, since we are all actors, we are in
no danger. CLAUDIUS. Is there no offense in this play? HAMLET. Absolutely none, for there is no play
at all. CLAUDIUS. How's that? HAMLET. Just so. Why make a spectacle of some
play when life itself is an incomparable spectacle? GERTRUDE. But there must be a story. Something
must happen on stage. HAMLET. Oh, it will! And what a story it will
be! It is called "The Rehearsal of the Murder of Julius Caesar."
Julius Caesar prepares to go to the senate, but suddenly there is an eclipse
and... Friend Horatio, where are you? Enter Horatio and the
Gravediggers. FIRST GRAVEDIGGER. In the most high and palmy
state of Rome, ааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааа A
little ere the mightiest Julius fell... SECOND GRAVEDIGGER. The graves stood
tenantless, and the sheeted ааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааа аааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааа dead ааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааа Did
squeak and jibber in the Roman аааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааа аааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааа streets. FIRST GRAVEDIGGER. As stars with trains of fire
and dews of blood... HORATIO. "Stars with trains of fire"
are comets. FIRST GRAVEDIGGER. As stars with trains of fire
and dews of blood... HAMLET. Please don't shout. Poetry is a cry,
not a shriek, of the soul. (Shows him how
to recite.) As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood... SECOND GRAVEDIGGER. Disasters in the sun; and
the moist star... HORATIO. "The moist star" is the
Moon. Where is the Moon, my lord? HAMLET. There is no Moon. The Moon is in
eclipse. Continue. SECOND GRAVEDIGGER. And the moist star... FIRST GRAVEDIGGER. Upon whose influence
Neptune's empire stands... SECOND GRAVEDIGGER. Was sick almost to doomsday
with eclipse... HAMLET. "Was sick almost to doomsday with
eclipse," what poetry! HORATIO. аа And
even the like precurse of fierce events, ааааааааааааааааааааааа Have
heaven and earth together demonstrated ааааааааааааааааааааааа Unto
our climatures and countrymen! Anikst appears holding
his flute. HAMLET. And here is the demonstration! (To Claudius.) He is rehearsing the part
of Hamlet and is pretending he is not in his right mind. ANIKST. I am not rehearsing anything! HAMLET. Thatta boy! Why rehearse? You can play
Cassandra cold. ANIKST. What Cassandra? HAMLET. Has the doctor forgotten Cassandra? She
is the ancient seer who predicted the fall of Troy. Her tragedy was that no one
ever believed her although all her predictions came true. Same as with me. ANIKST. Then you go play your Cassandra! HAMLET. That's right! Why should you play
Cassandra if all you have on your mind is Alexander the Great? ANIKST. I don't have any Alexander on my mind! HAMLET. Thatta boy! Nor do you have a mind Ч
and who needs one? A mind only disturbs the sleep of the dead. Or thus spake
Aristotle. And, though he was wrong, as always, that is the absolute truth!
Stand behind that rug, please Ч you will soon be counting corpses. ANIKST. I will not be counting corpses! HAMLET. That's right! Why should you? But
counting corpses is as easy as pie. Alexander the Great taught me how to do it
and I'll teach you. You count the bodies on fingers you imagine in your head.
Three fingers for five bodies. Five fingers for seven bodies. It's very simple,
your Majesty, there are always two more bodies than fingers. CLAUDIUS. Why two? HAMLET. That's a question better addressed to
God. Lord! Why are there always two more bodies than fingers! (Listens for an answer.) Hear that? (To the audience.) Did you all hear that?
God clearly said, "Because!" There's no way around it, doctor Ч five
fingers: seven bodies. But Alexander the Great taught me to count only live
corpses. ANIKST. What live corpses? HAMLET. In tragedies, all corpses are live.
That intensifies the tragedy. Each spectator, hiding it from all the other
spectators, starts to sense his or her own future corpse and mentally prepares
to part with life. That's when you can get 'em warm and ready! You'll confirm
that, won't you, doctor? ANIKST. I'm not saying anything more! HAMLET. The rest is silence. That's what Hamlet
says just before dying. Are those your last words, doctor? Anikst is silent. аааа The
Danish prince inside the doctor has died. Anikst falls. аааа And
it seems 'a made a good end. Friend Horatio! Put the newborn babe in a
carriage. Horatio rolls out a wheelchair,
seats Anikst in it and moves off towards the curtain. Anikst is silent. аааа There
is no actor who can hold a pause better than his own mummy. Maybe that's why
contemporary theater is degrading into well-dressed mummification. Which is
just what Cassandra predicted. GERTRUDE. That Cassandra of yours is a
she-wolf! HAMLET. And what a she-wolf, mother! Nothing
like you! She comes to Caesar in the morning and screams bloody murder at him:
"Don't go to the senate! They'll kill you!" Meanwhile, divine Julius
lies in the arms of an Egyptian she-wol..., I mean, prosti..., I mean empress!
That would be Cleopatra. And he is so exhausted by her caresses that in his
mind he is already in the senate. He thinks, "Well, Plato's my
friend..." CLAUDIUS. You mean, Brutus. HAMLET. Plato, Brutus, Shakespeare, what's the
difference? In our tragedy it's all one and the same. CLAUDIUS. Three in one? HAMLET. Why three? Make it as many as you
want.а Horatio might be a friend, but so
might that she-wolf Cassandra or that rat over there. (Pulls a rat out of his pocket.) CLAUDIUS. A friend to Caesar?! HAMLET. Why Caesar's? I mean mine. As it is,
Caesar lost count of all his friends which, basically, is what brought him
down. Think about it, your Majesty, if he had been a friend of mine maybe he
would have suggested running you through instead of this rat over here. (He prods the rat with his sword.) Polonius falls. а GERTRUDE. Oh my God! What's the matter? HAMLET. Nothing fatal, mother. He just got a
bit wet crossing the Rubicon. Divine Julius! Doctor, help this dead man. Take
him to the operation room and attend to his birth. GERTRUDE. What birth?! HAMLET. His birth into another world. Shh! That
is a state secret. CLAUDIUS. From me? HAMLET. From you and no one else. A state
secret, indeed, is something everybody knows except the king. (Takes Claudius aside.) Shh! A conspiracy
is growing. And I am leading it! CLAUDIUS. A conspiracy in the form of theater!
What a plot twist! What a play within a play! Simple and brilliant. I'm
jealous. HAMLET. I'm jealous of myself. And I swear by
his daughter that I have every right to be. The leader of the conspiracy Ч that
is, I Ч must kill you, your Majesty! CLAUDIUS. What?! And that is no secret?! HAMLET. No secrets here! I will kill you during
the rehearsal. CLAUDIUS. Very impressive! But it would be
better to do it during the performance itself! Imagine that. (Strikes the pose of Claudius.) Let the
cannons roar and trumpets speak after each of Hamlet's hits! And the king shall
drink to Hamlet's health as thunder roars up in the heavens! (He raises his goblet to his lips. A cannon
fires. He puts the goblet back down.) HAMLET. Very impressive. But when do I kill
you? CLAUDIUS. At the end of the show. So when does
rehearsal begin? Or has it already begun? HAMLET. Nothing can begin without your
permission, Majesty. Caesar cannot be murdered without Caesar's permission. CLAUDIUS. Is that so? I believe history
testifies to the contrary. HAMLET. History bears false witness. There is
no king who does not know he will be killed. Caesar transforms his
assassination into a spectacle. He arrives in a festive toga; his death mask is
the mask of Eternity. He is a tragic character who does not leave the stage.
Any lowly scoundrel who scratches his way to power will go out of his mind from
terror. He will see ghosts everywhere. He will pee in his pants and end his
days in a prison he built himself. Even his name will not survive. He will
disappear into the void behind the mask of Oblivion. Shall I show you these
masks, your Majesty? It makes an engaging spectacle. Here is the mask of Power.
Here is the mask of Faith. Here is the mask of Love. Here is the mask of Death.
Here is the mask of Friendship. Here is the mask of Glory. Here is the mask of the
Homeland. This one is of State Terror. Here is the mask of Mystery. Here is the
mask of God. And here is my favorite Ч the mask of Madness. CLAUDIUS. What mask is this? HAMLET. The mask of Emptiness, your Majesty. He
wears it who can wear no other mask. CLAUDIUS. And I must choose one of them? HAMLET. You are not obliged Ч it is your right.
Or you may play without a mask if your own face is so secure as to be a mask. CLAUDIUS. I have no reason to hide my face. HAMLET. That does you honor. Here is the mask
of Honor. CLAUDIUS. (To
Gertrude.) I did not know your son was such an enthusiast of the theater,
dear. How do you like these masks? GERTRUDE. I don't like that I have no idea what
is going to happen. And nobody pays me any mind. There must be love in the
theater. Where is it, then? HAMLET. Right here, mother. (Hands her the mask of Love.) GERTRUDE. This is love? My boy is sick! Love
does not hide behind masks. When a woman loves, she dies of love! CLAUDIUS. What is the matter, dear? GERTRUDE. I think no one loves me. No one! CLAUDIUS. Please, dear, don't get so carried
away by the wine. Alcohol is poison! HAMLET. The king is right, mother. By the way,
see if there isn't real poison in this pearl. (Bows deeply.) I await your permission, Majesty. CLAUDIUS. To begin the rehearsal? HAMLET. After the actors are cast in their
roles, which is what I suggest doing now. CLAUDIUS. Very impressive. I must admit, I had
underestimated our kinship. As well as the kinship of our souls. HAMLET. Majesty! I want to offer you the part
of Caesar.а CLAUDIUS. It will cost me my life. HAMLET. Yes, but it will be worth it. Brutus
doesn't suit you at all. The other conspirators are all just gray mice. They
all cut each other up in the end and die. CLAUDIUS. What about Marcus Antonius? HAMLET. Mother, your new husband is dreaming of
Cleopatra's sweet embrace! GERTRUDE. What?! (She gives Claudius such a whack that his crown flies off.) HAMLET. See how easy it is to lose the crown?
That's all she wrote! GERTRUDE. (To
Hamlet.) Listen, you moron! Quit playing the fool! Who is this idiot
protégé of yours with the flute? "To be or not to be! To be
or not to be! To be or not to be!" You could go nuts like that! (To Anikst.) Give me that whistle! (Grabs the flute and knocks Hamlet over the
head with it.) Your father is dead! (Hits
Claudius with the flute.) And he was your brother! Two total imbeciles!
Where is that she-wol..., I mean, that prosti.... Where is she, I ask you?! HAMLET. I thought of offering you the role of
Cleopatra, mother. GERTRUDE. Me?! (She drops the flute.) CLAUDIUS. Gertrude, do not drink. (Picks up his crown.) GERTRUDE. I will drink! And I will play
Cleopatra! (Knocks the crown from
Claudius's head again and leaves.) CLAUDIUS. (Picks
up his crown.) Did Caesar have a wife? HAMLET. He did, your Majesty. But she was above
suspicion, which played into the hands of the conspirators! (To the Gravediggers and Anikst.) You
stand there and you stand over there. And you, doctor... No, better you there,
you there and you come in from behind. CLAUDIUS. As far as I can tell, the rehearsal
has begun. HAMLET. Don't rush things, Majesty. We haven't
cast all the actors. Would you like to play a slave? CLAUDIUS. A slave? HAMLET. In order to make certain that I kill
you... When I say "you," I mean Caesar... In order to make certain
that I kill you, I must work out my plan of action. Not in theory, but in a
practical sense. Best to do it on a dummy Ч or, better yet, a warm body. I need
a warm body, say, a slave. CLAUDIUS. Don't you have any other parts? HAMLET. I have a beggar. But he isn't attached
to the plot. It's just that while everybody else is cutting each other up, this
Roman Diogenes comes out on stage. He's a blind old man with a lantern and he
says: "I'm looking for a human!" Every once in awhile he bumps into
someone and asks, "Are you a human?" He gets killed last. CLAUDIUS. What's he get killed for?! HAMLET. To make him quit bugging people. It's a
tragedy, Majesty. The stage must be littered with bodies. Otherwise it's not
funny. CLAUDIUS. So who kills the beggar? HAMLET. Well, if you play the beggar, I'll kill
you happily. CLAUDIUS. What if I refuse? HAMLET. That's what I'm counting on! CLAUDIUS. I don't understand. HAMLET. That's also part of my plan. CLAUDIUS. Amazing! Everything is thought out
down to the last little detail! Where does it all begin? HAMLET. That's a surprise! CLAUDIUS. Hamlet! I am the stand-in for your
father, you know. HAMLET. Good point. All right!а (In a
conspiratorial whisper.) Here's a secret: with the dummy. CLAUDIUS. With what dummy?! HAMLET. Enter a dummy of Cassandra... I mean:
Enter Cassandra with a dummy. Enter Gertrude in the
sheer dress of Cleopatra. CLAUDIUS. Gertrude! HAMLET. Bravo, mother! GERTRUDE. What mother? I am Cleopatra! Salve,
Caesar! CLAUDIUS. Salve, sweetheart. But I'm not
playing anything yet. HAMLET. That is a commonly held misconception,
your Majesty. Everyone is always playing somebody. You want to play a
spectator? CLAUDIUS. What kind of a show is it where they
kill spectators? HAMLET. Modern theater isn't queasy about that
kind of thing. Most shows are deadly for spectators. Whole theaters-full of
them. I just thought I'd symbolically limit myself to one. CLAUDIUS. Meaning me? HAMLET. What do you have to lose? Anyway,
you're playing yourself, that is, one doomed to die soon. As I am, too, for
that matter. And as are all mortals. Life, your Majesty, is a tragedy. CLAUDIUS. True tragedy is not shouting all the
time at everybody from a stage: "You'll die! You'll die! You'll die!"
That's not interesting. That's banal. Pardon me, but that's vulgar! True
tragedy is a voice whispering in your ear: "Live! Live! Live! Because you,
too, soon will die." HAMLET. In the ear, your Majesty? Do I detect
poison in those words? CLAUDIUS. You do. But that is why we have great
tragic poets to measure out the poison in medicinal doses. So that the poison
becomes a healing potion. HAMLET. What does it heal us of? Death or life?
CLAUDIUS. It no longer matters once poison
becomes a healing potion. What was that? Enter Ophelia dressed
as Cassandra. She holds a stuffed seagull. GERTRUDE. What is that dummy? HAMLET. That is not a dummy. It is a symbol. GERTRUDE. What does this mean, my child? OPHELIA. I am told the seagull is a most regal
bird. (To Hamlet.) I beg of you, do
not tell the king for he may think the bird is I and that my species is the
loony. I will weave you a garland. Rosemary is for remembrance; thoughts are
brought by pansies. And rue we call the herb of grace o' Sundays. (Places a garland on Hamlet's head.) GERTRUDE. What is wrong with her? HAMLET. An eclipse, mother. (To Ophelia.) You are ruining my
reputation. (Takes the stuffed seagull
away from her.) Ophelia leaves. CLAUDIUS. What part does this dummy play in the
show? HAMLET. Doctor, what role does the seagull play
in Chekhov's The Seagull? ANIKST. The title role. CLAUDIUS. What?! HAMLET. Pay him no mind, your Majesty. He's in
character as Hamlet right now. ANIKST. (Shouts.)
I am not in character! I am not in character! I am a character myself! I am a
bright, shining image!... that never!... never!... can be erased!... from our
tragedy! (Leaves.) GERTRUDE. To get so worked up over a dummy... HAMLET. Bravo, Cleopatra! (To Claudius.) Hold this, please. Claudius takes the
stuffed seagull. He looks it over. аааа The
dummy's chief purpose it to distract, your Majesty. Claudius drops the
seagull. Hamlet picks it up. аааа It
will come in handy, believe me. Cleopatra, I would ask you please to symbolically
hold this symbol. But here is Marcus Antonius! Enter Polonius. He
wears a Roman toga and dark glasses. CLAUDIUS. Polonius?! What is the matter with
you? HAMLET. Pay him no mind, your Majesty. He is in
character. POLONIUS. (Shouts.)
I am not in character! I am not in character! I am father and mother in one
body! HAMLET. My dear dead man, do not drive yourself
to madness. You are in transition. Your birth into a new form is progressing
wonderfully. As soon as your umbilical chord is cut you will immediately feel
relief! Push! POLONIUS. (Shouts.)
A-a-a-h! You want to make me part with the figments of my imagination! You want
me to be among those two fingers more! You want to turn me into a mummy! HAMLET. Cleopatra! Marcus Antonius is confusing
Ancient Rome with Ancient Egypt. Pacify him with some gentle caresses, but keep
it clean. GERTRUDE. Sleep! Sleep! Sleep! POLONIUS. A-a-a-h! No, not all of me shall die!
I sleep as if on nails. I sense in me the soul of a leach! I want to scream
bloody murder! A-a-a-h! GERTRUDE. Sleep, I said! (She hits Polonius on the head with the stuffed seagull.) Polonius falls. HAMLET. Now, cut his umbilical cord. (Holds out a knife.) GERTRUDE. What? HAMLET. Mother, are you afraid to kill a rat? I
think you have a skewed idea of who Cleopatra is. (To the audience.) Tell your philosophers that gravediggers play
kings better than anyone! Mother, give me this cape for a minute. (To the Gravediggers.) Friends! (He tosses the cape over the shoulders of the
First Gravedigger and puts Ophelia's garland on the head of the Second
Gravedigger.) Stand over there, behind the curtain. (To Polonius.) Divine Julius! At least before you die wouldn't you
like to learn how to play Caesar? What have you there? (Takes a dueling pistol from Polonius.) There is nothing dangerous
in what we now shall witness. (Aims the
pistol at Claudius.) Nothing but love, mother. Nothing but power, king.
Nothing but the power of love and the love of power. (To the audience.) "Caesar and Cleopatra"!а The action takes place in ancient Egypt. The
rehearsal has begun! (Signals by firing
the pistol.) The curtain opens. The
Second Gravedigger (Caesar) stands in the pose of Rodin's "The
Thinker." Enter the First Gravedigger (Cleopatra). CLEOPATRA. What is Caesar up to? CAESAR. Cleo! Come on in. CLEOPATRA. Aren't you busy? CAESAR. For you? Are you kidding? Come on over
here. CLEOPATRA. What's on your mind? CAESAR. You know... someday somebody will kill
me. CLEOPATRA. Heck, I'll kill myself. (Pulls out a small snake.) This little
snake will sink its fangs into me right here. CAESAR. You carry your own death around with
you? CLEOPATRA. A queen should always have
everything at her beck and call. And I give it all to you. CAESAR. Cleopatra! (Embraces her.) Cleopatra slips out of
his grasp. аааа You
little snake, you! I crave love! CLEOPATRA. Now's not the time, Caesar. CAESAR. Snake! I crave love! (Pulls her to him again.) CLEOPATRA. Not now. (Slips away again.) CAESAR. Why not? I suddenly saw myself... in a
pool of blood... on a marble floor. And all my friends were standing above me.
My friends were the assassins! Imagine that, Cleo Ч to become Caesar and then
fall at the hands of your friends! CLEOPATRA. I hate it when people shorten my
name. CAESAR. I see you are out of sorts. Too bad. CLEOPATRA. What do they call you in Rome? CAESAR. Me? I am Caesar everywhere. I am
Caesar, remember? CLEOPATRA. Does your wife call you Caesar in
bed? CAESAR. Cleo, come over here. CLEOPATRA. Why? To call you Caesar in your bed?
CAESAR. Listen, what are you after? CLEOPATRA. Power. CAESAR. Over me? CLEOPATRA. Yes, if you really are Caesar. CAESAR. The truth is what is called the truth.
Rome is constructed in such a way that the truth is Caesar and Caesar is the
truth. CLEOPATRA. This isn't Rome. Rome isn't here. CAESAR. That's not true. Rome is where Caesar
is. I'm busy, Cleopatra. CLEOPATRA. Doing what? CAESAR. Wielding that which you desire: Power. CLEOPATRA. Caesar... CAESAR. Power! Go, I'm busy. CLEOPATRA. I crave love! (Throws herself at Caesar, wraps herself around him like a snake and
stings him with kisses.) HAMLET. Stop! Thank you, friends! (Tosses a coin.) Drink to my tragedy. FIRST GRAVEDIGGER. God grant you play it to the
end! SECOND GRAVEDIGGER. To the bitter, tragic end! The Gravediggers leave. HAMLET. Mother, will you play Cleopatra? Gertrude looks at
Claudius. CLAUDIUS. Play whomever you want, dear. GERTRUDE. I will. HAMLET. Then cut his umbilical cord. (Holds out a knife.) GERTRUDE. Do you realize what you are saying,
son? HAMLET. I am not the son of Cleopatra. I am the
son of a witch and a ghost. And this here is a rat. Enter Laertes. LAERTES. Did you call my father a rat? He
thinks we are all rats! (To the audience.)
And all of you, too. In his eyes, he alone exists. Everyone else is either a
rat or a ghost. HAMLET. Mark your own words, noble Laertes. Enter Ophelia. OPHELIA. (Sings.)
а White his shroud as the mountain snow, ааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааа A
pit of clay for to be dug. ааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааа And
you, good man, now will be ааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааа As
quiet as a dove. аааа Give
me my dove. (Takes the stuffed seagull
and approaches Polonius.) Why is he sleeping? HAMLET. Ask him yourself, my soul's idol. Enter Anikst. He looks
at Ophelia and wipes his eyes with a handkerchief. OPHELIA. No, no, do not erect idols within
yourself. If he awakens, he will take away my dove! My brother discovered the
Sea of Rains on the Moon and I am soaked to the bone... ааааааааааааааааааааааа A
willow o'er the water bends ааааааааааааааааааааааа Us
to the only verb: to love, to love, to love... аааа Friends,
do not stare at me in the past tense! LAERTES. Do you want her to lose her mind
again?! To drown herself again?! Doctor, explain love to him. ANIKST. You can't explain anything to him. He
is not a person, he is a symbol! Worse, he is the dummy of a symbol. HAMLET. Is that my tragedy, doctor? ANIKST. You have no tragedy! HAMLET. Then why did you study me your whole
life? ANIKST. That was my tragedy. HAMLET. Oh, you dummy of my soul. So that was
your tragedy? ANIKST. I am not your dummy! (Tragically.) I am looking for a human! HAMLET. It's a conspiracy! Against me, the
tragic hero of all times and nations! Against our father Shakespeare! Against
my great tragedy! Against our tragedy! (To
the audience.) Against your tragedy! Ophelia approaches
Claudius. OPHELIA. Emperor, the ides of March are come. POLONIUS. Ophelia, go home! OPHELIA. Let me play Cassandra. POLONIUS. Fool! What did I tell you? Home! OPHELIA. I'll drown myself! POLONIUS. Laertes! Enter Laertes. LAERTES. Sister, let's go home. HAMLET. Cassandra! LAERTES. Don't move, my lord! HAMLET. Pardon me, Majesty. I believe it's his
rapier that is dipped in healing poison! LAERTES. Halt, I said! (Draws his sword.) OPHELIA. Brother, I'm coming. HAMLET. Ophelia! OPHELIA. Wait... the seagull! (Pulls out the stuffed seagull.) Who
killed it? Why did they kill it? I have forgotten... Do you remember? Give me
my hairpin, brother. Can't you bear to part with it? (Tries to wrest the sword from Laertes's hands and wounds herself.)
Ah! LAERTES. Sister! HAMLET. Cassandra! OPHELIA. It doesn't hurt a bit. What's this?
Blood? LAERTES. Sister! HAMLET. Ophelia! OPHELIA. Emperor, the ides of March are come. CLAUDIUS. My child! OPHELIA. (Suddenly
staggering.) Oh, it hurts! But there is no pain! LAERTES. Quick! A doctor! OPHELIA. I will... weave you a garland. LAERTES. A doctor! Quick! OPHELIA. How pale is my poor brother! I do not
need a doctor. The Moon shines, it seems, but it does not warm. And if that is
so, then what is life to it? (Holds the
stuffed seagull out to Hamlet.) My gift. Take it, lord. My lord. Or do you
scorn my gift? Who killed it? I do not remember. But it was a good man. He did
not let it suffer long. I do not remember Ч perhaps I dreamed it or it was in a
play Ч my part was given to another actress and she drowned herself from
ecstasy as if she were the Moon. (To
Claudius.) You will be assassinated in the senate. (To Laertes.) I remember you. (To
Polonius.) And you I remember eternally. (To Gertrude.) You... (To
Anikst.) And you... (To Hamlet.)
And you I remember eternally... your roles. You always have a sorrowful gaze.
Here is the dummy of my love, my lord. (To
Laertes.) Brother! For love of me, do not kill him whom I have loved! LAERTES. Sister! OPHELIA. Here is the dummy of my soul! I
remember you all, eternally, eternally, eternally... (Falls.) LAERTES. No! I'll kill... I'll kill myself! (Stabs himself.) POLONIUS. Oh, God! Ophelia! Laertes! Oh, my
God! The devil in the flesh! Die! Die! Die! (Throws himself upon Hamlet.) HAMLET. Now that, your Majesty, is what it
means to be Caesar! Veni, vidi, vici! I came, I saw, I conquered! (Holds Polonius off.) POLONIUS. Die! (Suddenly freezes.) Hamlet lifts Polonius
as if he were a baby.
HAMLET. What is the matter, Caesar? POLONIUS. I... am... dying. CLAUDIUS. Is he dead? HAMLET. I am not a doctor. But it looks like
it. What a tragedy, your Majesty! People are dying like flies! (Sets Polonius down.) GERTRUDE. Hamlet! CLAUDIUS. Gertrude, do not drink! GERTRUDE. I am Cleopatra! CLAUDIUS. What is the matter, Gertrude? GERTRUDE. Imbecile! As if you didn't know! The
drink! The drink! I am poisoned. (Falls.)
HAMLET. Villainy?! Who is the assassin? Who is
the victim? Who dared sabotage this show?! Was it you, your Majesty?! CLAUDIUS. I love Shakespeare! "I summon
death! I cannot wait to see it!" Finita la commedia! What are you waiting
for? Now you are supposed to shout bloody murder: "Drink your potion: Is
thy pearl here? Now follow my mother!" But, you're as quiet as a mouse.
Not talking. I'll bet he's going over his monologue in his head. "To be or
not to be!" But death in life is much more prosaic. Hamlet! Do it! You
kill not your father, only him who takes his place! HAMLET. In you Ч I kill myself! In myself Ч I
kill you! (Seizes Laertes's rapier and
plunges it into Claudius.) Claudius falls. аааа (To the audience.) And you, mute audience
to this act... How am I to limp the hell out of here? Into emptiness? A
theater? Eternity? The Moon? The grave? Fortinbras! FORTINBRAS. (Offstage.) Here I am. I'm offstage, waiting for you to die, my
lord. HAMLET. Then who will finish me off? Friend
Horatio! HORATIO. No, my lord. Please, no. I am a
humanitarian. HAMLET. Doctor, please! ANIKST. I don't exist. I am dead, my lord. HAMLET. What about me? ANIKST. You are an immortal symbol. You are an
idea. The Idea of mankind in the flesh. HAMLET. I am not an idea! ANIKST. Take him for all in all! HAMLET. I am a man! A tragic hero! Are you
weeping? ANIKST. (To
the audience.) а You, trembling and
pale, Silently witnessing the game... HAMLET. No! No! No! I don't want to hear that.
Can't you see I am dying? Anikst dons dark
glasses. He stretches his hands out before him and moves as if he were blind. ANIKST. I am looking for a human! Enter the Ghost in armor
from behind the curtain. Anikst bumps into him. аааа Are
you a human? The Ghost is silent.
He approaches the front of the stage. Looks at the audience and then disappears
behind the curtain. Anikst bumps into Hamlet. аааа Are
you a human? HAMLET. The rest is silence. (Disappears behind the curtain.) ANIKST. I am looking for a human! (Disappears behind the curtain.) From behind the
curtain we hear the sounds of a flute. The curtain rises. The Ghost, in the
mask of Death, holds a globe in one hand and a flute in the other. GHOST. I am Shakespeare. And this is my
theater, the Globe. (He sets down the
globe on the edge of the stage.) My theater is an explosive device of
untold power. But there will be no explosion. And there will be no flood. Other
than what will be, nothing will be. And cannot be! Our tragedy has ended,
ladies and gentlemen! Yours continues! There is nothing tragic in that, only
you must be prepared for everything. By which I mean to say, everything that is
inevitable. Four captains will now bear Hamlet to the stage and the soldiers
will fire the salute. Fortinbras will take the reins of power and everything
will reassume its natural course. A flute... A goblet with poison... A poisoned
dagger... Poor Yorick's skull... A dog appears from behind
the curtain. He walks to the front of the stage and looks at the audience. DOG. To be or not to be, you curs! END OF PLAY [1]аIrina Skoropanova, Russkaya postmodernistskaya literatura (Russian Postmodern
Literature) (Moskva: Flinta-Nauka, 1999): especially 353-356 and 399-406. [2]аMy translation is a shortened version of the
significantly larger Russian original. Korkiya took part in the editing process
and approved the final product. |
