Read The Real Inspector Hound and Other Plays Online
Authors: Tom Stoppard
A room of state within the castle. A cut-out crown hinges over stage left screen
.
Flourish of trumpets. Enter
CLAUDIUS
and
GERTRUDE,
who is played by
MRS DOGG.
CLAUDIUS | Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother’s death The memory be green |
HAMLET | A little more than kin, and less than kind. |
HORATIO | My lord, I think I saw him yesternight— |
HAMLET | ’Tis very strange. |
HORATIO | Armed, my lord— |
HAMLET | My father’s spirit in arms? All is not well. |
The castle battlements at night. Noise of carouse, cannon, fireworks
.
HORATIO | |
HAMLET | The King doth wake tonight and takes his rouse, Though I am native here and to the manner born, It is a custom more honoured in the breach Than in the observance. |
HORATIO | Look, my lord, it comes. ( |
HAMLET | Angels and ministers of grace defend us! Something is rotten in the state of Denmark! Alas, poor ghost. |
GHOST | I am thy father’s spirit. |
HAMLET | Murder? |
GHOST | The serpent that did sting thy father’s life Now wears his crown. |
HAMLET | O my prophetic soul? Mine uncle? |
A room within. Crown hinges up. Flourish of trumpets leading into flute and harpsichord music. Enter
POLONIUS; OPHELIA
rushes on
.
OPHELIA
is, of course, played by
CHARLIE
.
POLONIUS | How now Ophelia, what’s the matter? |
OPHELIA | My lord, as I was sewing in my chamber, |
POLONIUS | Mad for thy love? |
HAMLET | Words, words, words. |
POLONIUS | Though this be madness, yet there is method in it. |
HAMLET | I am but mad north northwest: when the wind is |
POLONIUS | The actors are come hither, my lord. ( |
HAMLET | We’ll hear a play tomorrow. |
OPHELIA | My lord— |
HAMLET | Get thee to a nunnery! |
CLAUDIUS | Love? His affections do not that way tend |
A hall within the castle. Flourish of trumpets. Enter
HAMLET
and
OPHELIA, MARCELLUS
and
HORATIO
joking
,
CLAUDIUS
and
GERTRUDE.
Puppet players appear above stage left screen
.
HAMLET | ( |
GERTRUDE | The lady doth protest too much, methinks. |
HAMLET | He poisons him in the garden of his estate. You shall see anon how the murderer gets the love of Gonzago’s wife. |
ALL | Give o’er the play. |
HAMLET | Lights! Lights! Lights! I’ll take the ghost’s word for a thousand pounds! |
POLONIUS | ( |
The Queen’s apartment
,
POLONIUS
stands by stage right screen and hinges a curtain out from behind it. Lute music. Enter
HAMLET
and
GERTRUDE.
HAMLET | Now Mother, what’s the matter? |
GERTRUDE | Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended. |
HAMLET | Mother, you have my father much offended. |
GERTRUDE | What wilt thou do? Thou wilt not murder me? Help! Help! Ho! |
POLONIUS | ( |
HAMLET | How now? A rat? (Stafe |
GERTRUDE | O me, what hast thou done? |
HAMLET | Nay, I know not. |
GERTRUDE | Alas, he’s mad. |
HAMLET | I must be cruel only to be kind. Good night, Mother. |
Another room in the castle. Flourish of trumpets. Crown hinges up. Enter
CLAUDIUS
and
HAMLET
.
CLAUDIUS | Now, Hamlet, where’s Polonius? |
HAMLET | At supper. ( |
CLAUDIUS | Hamlet, this deed must send thee hence. Therefore prepare thyself, Everything is bent for England. |
At sea.
Sea music. A sail appears above stage left screen. Enter
HAMLET
on platform, swaying as if on ship’s bridge. He wipes his eyes, and becomes seasick. End sea music. Exit
HAMLET,
holding his hand to his mouth
.
Yet another room in the castle. Flourish of trumpets. Enter
CLAUDIUS
and
LAERTES.
LAERTES | Where is my father? |
CLAUDIUS | Dead. |
OPHELIA | They bore him barefaced on the bier, |
OPHELIA | And on his grave rained many a tear … |
LAERTES | O heat dry up my brains—O kind Sister, |
CLAUDIUS | And where the offence is, let the great axe fall. |
A churchyard. Enter
GRAVEDIGGER
and
HAMLET.
HAMLET | Ere we were two days at sea, a pirate of very warlike appointment gave us chase. In the grapple I boarded them. On the instant they got clear of our ship; so I alone became their prisoner. They have dealt with me like thieves of mercy. |
GRAVEDIGGER | What is he that builds stronger than either the mason, the shipwright or the carpenter? |
HAMLET | A gravemaker. The houses he makes will last till Doomsday. |
GRAVEDIGGER | This same skull, Sir, was Yorick’s skull, the King’s jester. |
HAMLET | Alas, poor Yorick. ( |
LAERTES | What ceremony else? |
HAMLET | ( |
LAERTES | O treble woe. Hold off the earth awhile, |
HAMLET | ( |
LAERTES | The devil take thy soul. |
HAMLET | Away thy hand! |
CLAUDIUS/GERTRUDE | Hamlet! Hamlet! |
HAMLET | I loved Ophelia. What wilt thou do for her? |
GERTRUDE | O he is mad. Laertes! |
HAMLET | The cat will mew, and dog will have his day! |