Act 1 Scene 1
Bernardo and Francisco are on a
platform outside the castle, as they are changing guard Horatio and Marcellus
approach. Marcellus asks “Has this thing appear’d again to-night?” As they talk
a ghost appears, as it approaches they confirm their suspicions that it does
indeed look like the late King Hamlet. Horatio, a scholar and a skeptic that
there is in fact a ghost, attempts to question it, “Stay! speak, speak! I
charge thee, speak!” But even with Horatio’s pleas the ghost never speaks, as
the ghost leaves they decide to bring this mater to young Hamlet in the hope
that he can learn why his father’s ghost is here.
Full scene, with dialogue and pictures: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7ZGB5fTaXzc&list=PLC84C5B9B0B170EFB
Funny song recapping all of act 1: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=abIverogh-o
Act 1 Scene 2
Woman marries brother-in-law:
The reason for Hamlet's sorrow:
People are fake grieving and aren't deeply upset by King Hamlet's death:
Hamlet wants to end his life out of anger but suicide is a sin:
Hamlet: Act I Scene III
Polonius and Laertes are both very protective over Ophelia,
their daughter and little sister. They
want her to keep her purity and innocence by staying away from Hamlet as they
believe he has bad and selfish intentions.
Before
saying goodbye to Laertes, Polonius gives his son a lot of long-winded advice
and shared wisdom. He advises him to
live simply and remain true to himself.
Act 1 Scene 4 :
(resource: http://nfs.sparknotes.com/hamlet/page_52.html)
Act 1. Scene IV
SCENE IV. The platform.
Enter HAMLET, HORATIO, and MARCELLUS
HAMLET: The air is really cold here dude.
HAMLET: The air is really cold here dude.
HORATIO: Yeah.
HAMLET: What time is
it?
HORATIO: A little bit
before midnight man.
HAMLET: No, it’s way
past that man.
HORATIO: Really? Oh shit my bad, the ghost is going to come
out pretty soon.
(A flourish of trumpets, and ordnance shot off, within)
What the fuck was that dude?
HAMLET: The bitch ass
king is staying up all night,
And, as he drinks a bunch of expensive shit,
They play a bunch of instruments.
And, as he drinks a bunch of expensive shit,
They play a bunch of instruments.
HORATIO: Is that
normal for a king to do or what? I
thought you had to be all proper and shit.
HAMLET: Yeah:
But even though I was born here
And it’s customary for us, I think
We shouldn’t make it a tradition and shit.
These other dickhead countries
Trying to fuck with us:
They think we’re drunks, and make fun of us
They insult our titles and shit; and I got to say, sometimes being too drunk does affect us
Fucks up our achievements, even though they’re still fucking awesome,
It’s the worst of our character man.
Quite often certain men,
Have this fucked up thing inside them,
That they’ve had since birth (and it isn’t their fault,
Since nature cannot choose his origin)
By the crazy growth and expansion of some compulsion,
That slowly crushes each wall of reason inside of a mind,
Or a habit they have that is weird and shit,
The form of compulsions, that these men,
Who have these flaws,
Being like a child of nature and shit, or some randon thing-
Their motives and morals (though good intentioned),
As infinite as man may undergo--
Will eventually be seen as all fucked up by his peers
Because of that one stupid flaw: the dram of eale
Doth all the noble substance of a doubt
To his own scandal.
But even though I was born here
And it’s customary for us, I think
We shouldn’t make it a tradition and shit.
These other dickhead countries
Trying to fuck with us:
They think we’re drunks, and make fun of us
They insult our titles and shit; and I got to say, sometimes being too drunk does affect us
Fucks up our achievements, even though they’re still fucking awesome,
It’s the worst of our character man.
Quite often certain men,
Have this fucked up thing inside them,
That they’ve had since birth (and it isn’t their fault,
Since nature cannot choose his origin)
By the crazy growth and expansion of some compulsion,
That slowly crushes each wall of reason inside of a mind,
Or a habit they have that is weird and shit,
The form of compulsions, that these men,
Who have these flaws,
Being like a child of nature and shit, or some randon thing-
Their motives and morals (though good intentioned),
As infinite as man may undergo--
Will eventually be seen as all fucked up by his peers
Because of that one stupid flaw: the dram of eale
Doth all the noble substance of a doubt
To his own scandal.
HORATIO: Holy shit
it’s the ghost!
Enter Ghost
HAMLET: Jesus save us!
I don’t give much of a fuck whether you worship god or the devil,
Bring on your bullshit from heaven or your bullshit from hell,
I don’t give a fuck whether you have good intentions or evil ones,
You came in such a fucked up way
That I’ll talk to you: I'll call you Hamlet,
King, father: answer me douchebag!
Tell me man,
Why your old dead-ass bones,
Have risen from the grave, all ominous and shit,
We saw you peacefully cremated before,
God or the devil or whatever opened his huge ass jaws,
To spit you back up again. What may this mean,
That you, you dead motherfucker, still in your armor
Haunt the castle by night,
Making night scary as shit and crazy; and we dumb ass bitches of nature
So disgustingly pretend to make sense
With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?
Say, why is this? wherefore? what should we do?
I don’t give much of a fuck whether you worship god or the devil,
Bring on your bullshit from heaven or your bullshit from hell,
I don’t give a fuck whether you have good intentions or evil ones,
You came in such a fucked up way
That I’ll talk to you: I'll call you Hamlet,
King, father: answer me douchebag!
Tell me man,
Why your old dead-ass bones,
Have risen from the grave, all ominous and shit,
We saw you peacefully cremated before,
God or the devil or whatever opened his huge ass jaws,
To spit you back up again. What may this mean,
That you, you dead motherfucker, still in your armor
Haunt the castle by night,
Making night scary as shit and crazy; and we dumb ass bitches of nature
So disgustingly pretend to make sense
With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?
Say, why is this? wherefore? what should we do?
Ghost beckons HAMLET
HORATIO: It wants you
to go with it,
He might do some weird shit to you though.
He might do some weird shit to you though.
MARCELLUS: It sure is
a polite motherfucker.
It wants you to go somewhere private:
But seriously don’t follow it.
It wants you to go somewhere private:
But seriously don’t follow it.
HORATIO: No Hamlet
don’t go near that dickhead.
HAMLET: If it won’t
talk to me then I’m going after it.
HORATIO: Don’t go
man!
HAMLET: Why dude,
what is there to be afraid of?
I’m not a bitch-ass like you;
And my soul, that ghost can’t do shit,
With my soul all immortal and shit?
It’s still waving, so I’m going.
I’m not a bitch-ass like you;
And my soul, that ghost can’t do shit,
With my soul all immortal and shit?
It’s still waving, so I’m going.
HORATIO: What if it
wants to lead you into a flood,
Or shove you off a ciff,
Off of his nest and into the ocean,
And there you’ll lose your sanity,
Which will take your control of your own mind
And drive you totally insane? think of this man:
That place will make you desperate for home and sanity and all that shit,
For no fucking reason, into everybody’s brain
That wants to jump into the sea
And hear the waves smashing their eardrums.
Or shove you off a ciff,
Off of his nest and into the ocean,
And there you’ll lose your sanity,
Which will take your control of your own mind
And drive you totally insane? think of this man:
That place will make you desperate for home and sanity and all that shit,
For no fucking reason, into everybody’s brain
That wants to jump into the sea
And hear the waves smashing their eardrums.
HAMLET: It’s still
waving!
Leave the room, I’ll follow you guys.
Leave the room, I’ll follow you guys.
MARCELLUS: Sorry
Hamlet but I’m not letting you follow any weird ass ghosts.
HAMLET: Get your
fucking hands off of me before I decide to break them.
HORATIO: I command
you; you won’t go.
HAMLET: This is my
fucking destiny bro,
It makes every single fucking stupid little vein inside me
As fucking tough as like steel or something.
The ghost is still calling me. Get the fuck off of me guys.
I swear I’ll turn you into ghosts like this bitch if you don’t fucking leave me be!
I said get the fuck away before I pop a cap in you both!
It makes every single fucking stupid little vein inside me
As fucking tough as like steel or something.
The ghost is still calling me. Get the fuck off of me guys.
I swear I’ll turn you into ghosts like this bitch if you don’t fucking leave me be!
I said get the fuck away before I pop a cap in you both!
Exit Ghost and HAMLET
HORATIO: Yo Marcellus
I think Hamlet’s lost his shit.
MARCELLUS: Let's
follow that asshole; he’s too insane to obey.
When did he get so mean?
HORATIO: Let’s do it. What problems can it cause?
MARCELLUS: Something is rotten in the state
of Denmark.
HORATIO: Jesus will
take care of this.
MARCELLUS: Nah that’s
bullshit, if we want this done we do it ourselves.
Exit
Hamlet Act 2 Scenes 1 and 2:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oa-ae6_okmg
Mad World by Gary Jules and Crazy sung by Ceelo Green
because of the talk of Hamlet's mad mind.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZrbOR1nLkYU
https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=blush+chet+faker
A song about lust for Hamlet's feelings towards Ophelia and
the contents of his love letter.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OH9A6tn_P6g
Ignorance by Paramore because of Hamlet tricking Polonius
and Polonius buying it with blind faith.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A63VwWz1ij0
Brick By Boring Brick by Paramore because of Hamlet
portraying Denmark as his "prison". (It also has lyrics of castles).
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rjZSv_KYlWI
Transparent Lies by Alexz Johnson because Hamlet sees right
through Guildenstern and Rosencrantz' reason for visiting.
Act 2 Scene 1Polo: I have some certain let’s say less then favorable tasks for you to do for me, but make sure that you are discreet unless you want the blame to fall on you.
ReplyDeleteRey: naturally ill act with subtly
Polo: well it seems there is some information that I would like for you to acquire
Rey: what information might this be?
Polo: information that is related to my son
Rey: why would you want information regarding your own son? Can you not just ask him yourself?
Polo: he wouldn’t be completely truthful with me even if I did ask him directly, he seems to not completely trust me and he is my son after all.
Rey: well what do you want me to ask him?
Polo: you won’t be getting this information directly from the source but rather his acquaintances
Rey: and how do you want me to go about doing that?
Polo: first you want to establish the illusion of trust without giving out to much, go about it by first saying that you already know that he does some less then admirable things such a drinking, getting into fights and doing the normal teenage thing
Rey: but wait won’t the make him look bad and you look bad also
Polo: not if you go about it discreetly, most people will give you any sort of information about another person if you even give them a hint of a connection, because people want to gossip and gossip is always the best when you tell someone who isn’t involved because there aren’t any risks of consequences on your part
Rey: that sounds good enough to work anything else
Polo: oh yes, make sure that he’s at least actually studying
Rey: will do
Polo: stay safe.
-Exit Rey
-Enter Ophelia
Ophelia: I heard that you wished to speak with me
Polo: yes I have a few questions about the extent of your relationship with Hamlet
Ophelia: if you are I am well aware of our relationship but I am not going to reciprocate it
Polo: want you to be careful about what you’re fully getting an
Ophelia: I know what I’m getting into and I’m not some child who needs to be guided
Polo: well you know that he likes you and you like him but that doesn’t equal a relationship especially under these circumstances
Ophelia: and what circumstances might they be?
Polo: ones that don’t concern someone as young as you