All language subtitles for Hamlet.2025.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H.264-MADSKY

[grand orchestral fanfare
playing]

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[liquid splashing gently]

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[priest chanting in Sanskrit]

[somber chanting continues]

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[mechanical clank, whirring]

[engine rumbling]

- [quiet chatter]
- [rain pattering]

[speaking Hindi]

[quiet chatter continues]

[speaking softly in Hindi]

[conversing in Hindi]

[quiet chatter continues]

[footsteps approaching]

- OSRIC: My lord.
- Hmm?

H-He desires to speak with you.

[knocks softly]

[quiet chatter]

Hamlet, come.

You are most welcome
back to England.

[Claudius breathes heavily]

Though yet of Bhaijan

our dear brother's death
the memory be green,

and it us befits
to bear our hearts in grief,

yet so far has discretion
fought with nature

that we with wisest sorrow
think on him

together with remembrance
of ourselves.

Now, Gertrude,

our sometime sister
and our queen,

will we, as it were
with defeated joy,

with mirth in funeral
and with dirge in marriage...

...take now to wife.

[light applause]

[scoffs softly]

Nor have we herein barred
your better wisdoms,

which have freely gone
with this affair along.

For all, our thanks.

We will hold a voice
and precedent of peace

to keep her name ungored.

[clock ticking]

My good Hamlet...

...cast your mourning color off

and let your eye look like
a friend on Uncle.

We grieved your sickly father
while he lived.

You know it's common, my son...

...all that lives must die.

[scoffs]
Ay, madam, it is common.

[chuckles softly]

It is sweet and commendable
in your nature, Hamlet...

...to give these mourning duties
to your father.

But you must know
your father lost a father.

That father lost-lost his.

And we survivors have
in worthiest obligation

for some term
done him obsequious sorrow.

So to persevere
in obstinate condolement

is a course of...

...impious stubbornness.

It is unmanly grief.

But we pray that you think of us
as of a father.

For let the world take note,

you are the most immediate
to our throne.

GERTRUDE: Let not your mother
lose her prayers, Hamlet.

I pray you stay with us.

[clock continues ticking]

[smacks lips]

I shall in all my best
obey you, madam.

CLAUDIUS: It is a loving
and a fair reply.

Be as ourselves in England.

Come away.

We'll teach you
to drink deep ere you depart.

[sighs]

[chatter continues outside]

[door closes]

They say an old man
is twice a child.

[chuckles]

You'll come with us tonight?

Go on, my lord.

[rain continues pattering]

[inhales deeply]

[sighs]:
Oh...

[voice breaking]:
that this too,

too sullied flesh would melt,

thaw and resolve itself
into a dew.

Or that the Everlasting
had not fixed her canon

against self-slaughter.

Oh, God.

God...

...how weary, stale,

flat, unprofitable seem to me
all the uses of this world.

Fie on it, fie.

It's an unweeded garden
that grows to seed.

Things rank and gross in nature
possess it merely,

that it should come to this?

S-So excellent a king,

that was to this Hyperion
to a satyr.

So loving to my mother
that you might not beteem

the winds of heaven
visit her face too roughly.

Heaven and earth.

Must I remember?

Why, she would hang on you

as if increase of appetite
had grown by what it fed on.

And yet within a week?

Oh, God, a beast
that wants discourse or reason

would have mourned longer.

Married with my uncle?

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My father's brother?

He's no more like my father
than I to Hercules.

Within a week she'll marry?

Oh...

...most wicked speed,

to post with such dexterity
to incestuous sheets.

It is not,
nor can it come to good.

But break, my heart,
for I must hold my tongue.

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[chatter continues downstairs]

MAN:
Hamlet.

Most welcome home.

What is your affair in Elsinore?

My lord?

I came to see
your father's funeral.

[scoffs]
I pray you do not mock me.

I think it was to see
my mother's wedding.

Indeed.

It follows hard upon.

[murmurs]

Funeral-baked meats
will coldly furnish forth

the marriage tables.

[chuckles]

I'm glad to see you well.

My good lord.

[chuckles]:
I'm very glad to see you.

Something too much of this.

[sniffles]

He was a goodly king.

He was a man.

Take him for all in all.

I shall not look upon
his like again.

Your uncle?

[laughs]

He does make love
to his employment.

[chuckles]

I think I see my father.

[chuckles]

[footsteps approaching]

[switch clicks]

[chuckles]

Come, my lord,
we stay upon your patience.

Hmm.

For this one and his favor,
my dear sister.

Hold it a fashion
and a toy in blood.

Forward, not permanent.

Sweet, not lasting.

The perfume and suppliance
of a minute, no more.

No more but so?

Think it no more.

Perhaps he loves you now,
but you must fear...

...his greatness weighed,

his will is not his own. [sighs]

We must do
your mother's commandment.

Your behavior hath struck her
into amazement and admiration.

A wondrous son
that can so astonish a mother.

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["Muévete [Original Mix]" by
Nolek and Allan Piziano playing]

[crowd cheering]

[song continues
with lyrics in Spanish]

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["Una Movie" by Rickstarr
and JoeytheGAWD playing]

[song continues
with lyrics in Spanish]

[lively chatter]

[muffled music continues
in distance]

[siren wailing in distance]

[panting]

[indistinct chatter
and shouting in distance]

[person whistling in distance]

[chatter and music continue
in distance]

MALE VOICE:
Hamlet.

Who goes there?

[snorts, sighs]

Please, who goes there?

[panting]

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[water trickling]

[dog barking in distance]

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HAMLET:
Stop there. What are you?

[water trickling]

[wind howling]

Papa?

[siren wailing in distance]

[engine revving in distance]

Say, why is this?

Wherefore, what should I do?

Now where will you lead me?

Speak. I'll go no further.

MALE VOICE:
Hear me.

I will.

My hour is almost come.

When I to sulphurous
and tormenting flames must render up myself.

Speak. I am bound to hear.

MALE VOICE:
So are you to revenge.

What?

I am your father's spirit.

Doomed for a certain term
to walk the night...

...and for the day confined
to fast in fires

till the foul crimes
done in my days of nature

are burnt and purged away.

If ever you did
your dear father love...

Oh, God.

...revenge his foul
and most unnatural murder.

Murder?

It is given out that,
sleeping in my chamber,

a sickness stung me.

But know my noble son,

the sickness that did sting
your father's life...

...now wears his crown.

My uncle?

Ay.

That incestuous,
that adulterate beast,

with witchcraft of his wits,
with traitorous gifts,

so won to him
my seeming-virtuous Queen -

my kingdom!

Brief let me be.

Sleeping within my chamber,

upon my secure hour
your uncle stole -

and in the porches of my ears
did pour a poisoning distilment

whose effect
was swift as quicksilver

in coursing through
my thin and wholesome blood.

So was I damned!

If you have nature in you,

bear it not.

Adieu.

Adieu.

Remember me.

[breath trembling]

[siren wailing in distance]

[gasps]

[engine revving in distance]

[groans]

[traffic rumbling]

[indistinct chatter]

[doorbell buzzes]

[doorbell buzzes]

[door buzzes, lock clicks]

[knocks on door]

[Hamlet panting]

I saw him, Ophelia.

- Who, my lord?
- [stammers]

In the dead waste,
middle of the night,

he comes before me,
and with solemn march,

with his oppressed
and fear-surprised eyes...

Saw who?

My God, the king, my father!

The king your father?

[panting]

The apparition comes. [stammers]

I know my father. [chuckles]

These hands are not more like.

But...

Where was this?

There, out in the city,
where we build...

And what looked he, frowningly?

A countenance more in sorrow
than in anger.

- Pale or red?
- Yeah, most pale.

And fixed his eyes upon you?

Most constantly.

I would that I had been there.

There is a villain
in our dwelling,

in our home here.

There needs no ghost, my lord,

sent from the grave
to tell us this.

Why, yes, you are in the right.

My uncle...

...is the cause of all this.

And those that would go hard
at him while my father lived

now pay 20, 40, 50,
100,000 apiece

for his friendship and blessing.

Oh, day and night,
but this is wondrous strange.

And as a stranger
give it welcome.

There are more things
in heaven and earth, Ophelia,

than are dreamt of
in your philosophy.

And our imaginations are
as foul as devil's houses.

Come, give me one poor request.

What is it, my lord?

Never make known
what I've seen tonight.

How strange or odd I bear myself

as I perhaps hereafter
shall have need

to put
a reckless disposition on...

...that you, at such time,

seeing me never say
that you know what I saw...

...this do swear.

Propose the oath, my lord...

Never to speak of this

that I have said,

nor to tell aught of me.

This do swear,
so grace and mercy

at your most needs help you.

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This very place
puts toys of desperation

without more motive
into every brain.

It may deprive
your sovereignty of reason.

Observe my uncle.

If his corrupted guilt does not
reveal itself up to me now,

it is a damned ghost
that I have seen.

It draws you into madness.

Think of it.

We shall see.

We shall see.

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[crows cawing in distance]

[woman laughing]

[indistinct chatter]

[laughter and chatter]

[laughs] Hamlet.

Hmm?

[speaks Hindi]

- [applause]
- [speaks Hindi]

[laughter and chatter continue]

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[Claudius laughs]

CLAUDIUS:
Excellent.

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Hmm.

Mm, so one may smile and smile,
and be a villain.

At least I am sure
it can be so in our home.

[laughter]

[children chattering playfully]

[indistinct chatter]

[rummaging]

[drawer opens]

[paper rustling]

[drawer closes]

[rummaging]

[box clattering]

- [clock ticking]
- [paper rustling]

[door opens]

How does
my good Lord Hamlet, hmm?

Well, God-a-mercy.

Do you know me, my lord?

[chuckles]:
Excellent well.

- You are a fishmonger.
- Ha!

Not I, my lord. [laughs]

Oh, then I would you were
so honest a man.

Honest, my lord?

Ay, sir, to be honest,
as this world goes,

is to be one man
picked out of 10,000.

[murmurs]

Do you have a daughter?

Still harping on my daughter?

Yet you knew me not at first.
Said I was a fishmonger.

- [Polonius laughing]
- [chuckles]

[chuckles]

What do you read, my lord?

Words.

Words, words.

[both chuckle]

You should walk out
of the air, my lord.

Oh. What, into my grave?

How pregnant
sometimes your replies are.

Oh, a happiness
that often madness hits upon.

My lord...

...shall I take my leave of you?
Or...

You cannot take from me anything

that I'll not
more willingly part from now.

- Except my life.
- [laughs]

No, except my life.

[door closes]

[sighs]

[indistinct chatter]

Except my life.

[sighs]

God save you, sir.

Oh, my excellent good friend.

How are you?

Happy, in that
I'm not ever happy.

[chuckles]:
Oh, lord.

But what, in faith,
brings you from court today?

A truant disposition,
good my lord.

Oh, I would not hear
your enemy say so.

I know you are no truant,
but your news is not true.

Let me question you more
in particular.

Were you not sent for?

[sniffles]

Is it your own inclining?

Is it a free visitation?

Hmm? Come.

- Come, deal justly with me.
- What should I say, my lord?

Oh, nothing but to the purpose.

I know the good king and queen
have called you here.

My lord, I was sent for...

Mm-hmm.

...to draw you on to pleasures.

Or to gather

what it is to them
unknown afflicts me thus?

That opened lies
within our remedy.

You are much changed now.

Gone all these years.

So far from cheer
and from your former state.

[door opens]

[laughter]

- [indistinct chatter]
- Oh...

[door closes]

[Hamlet clears throat]

I have of late,
but wherefore I know not,

lost all my mirth.

Hmm.

Forgone all custom of exercises.

And indeed it goes so heavily
with my disposition

that this goodly frame,
the earth,

seems to me
a sterile promontory.

What a piece of work is a man.

How noble in reason...

...how infinite in faculties,

in form and moving,
how like an angel...

...in apprehension,
how like a god.

Yet to me, what is this
quintessence of dust?

[whispers]:
Man delights not me.

[chuckles softly]

Nor woman neither,

though by your smiling
you seem to say so.

My lord, there was no such stuff
in my thoughts.

Why did you smile, then, when
I said, "Man delights not me"?

To think, my lord,
if you delight not in man,

what meager entertainment those
players shall receive from you.

[lively music playing outside]

HAMLET:
What players are they?

They shall play at the wedding.

[laughs]

- The wedding.
- [taps rhythmically]

Laertes, you are welcome
in Elsinore.

But my aunt-mother and
my uncle-father are deceived.

- In what, my lord?
- Oh.

When the wind is southerly,

I know a hawk from a handsaw.

Mm.

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[door opens]

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[scoffs softly]

[drawer opens, closes]

[gasps]

[sniffs]

Huh.

[sighs]

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[applause outside]

[softly]:
Oh.

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About, my brains.

[laughter and chatter]

- Excellent, in faith.
- Oh, thanks.

Excellent.

I saw you play me a play once.

But it was never acted.
Or if it was, not above once.

For the play, I remember,
pleased not the million,

it was caviar to the general.

They'll have a... a jig,
this wedding?

You could for need study
some dozen or 16 thoughts,

which I will set down and insert
in it, could you not?

- Ay, my lord.
- Mm.

Then we shall speak anon.

Excellent, in faith.

[crows cawing]

[engine starts]

[clears throat]

[vehicle door closes]

Now, I have seen...

...that guilty creatures
sitting at a play

have, by the very cunning
of the scene,

been struck so to the soul

that presently they have
proclaimed their malefactions.

[crows cawing]

And murder,
though it has no tongue,

will speak
with most miraculous organ.

I'll have these players
play something

like the murder of my father
before you, Uncle.

I'll observe your looks,
I'll tent you to the quick.

If you do blush...

...I know my course.

The spirit that I have seen...

...may be a devil,
and the devil has power

to assume a pleasing shape.

Yes, and perhaps,

out of my weakness
and my melancholy,

abuses me to damn me.

I'll have grounds
more relative than this.

[sniffles] Mm.

The play's the thing

wherein I'll catch
the conscience of the king.

- [lively music playing]
- [crowd cheering]

- [lively music continues]
- [horns honking]

[crowd chanting and cheering
to lively music]

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[crowd cheering]

[lively music playing]

- [lively music ends]
- [cheering and applause]

[traditional Indian music
playing]

[camera clicking]

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[quiet chatter]

[crowd exclaiming]

[cheering and applause]

[whistling]

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[crowd cheering in distance]

[door closes]

[breathing heavily]

[sighing]

[muffled music playing
in distance]

Am I a coward?

Who calls me villain?

Breaks my skull across?

Plucks me by the beard,
blows it in my face,

tweaks me by the nose,
gives the lie in the throat,

so deep it's in my lungs.

Who does to me this? Ha.

[chuckles]

God.

I should take it.

For it cannot be
but I am pigeon-livered

and lack gall to make
oppression bitter. [chuckles]

Or by now I should have fatted
the city's rats

with this slave's offal.

Bloody, bawdy villain.

Remorseless, treacherous,
lecherous, kindless villain!

[sighs] What an ass am I.

[chuckles]

This is most brave.

I, the son
of a dear father murdered,

prompted to my revenge
by heaven and hell...

[sighs]

[Hamlet sighs]

How does your honor
for this many a day?

[chuckles]

[chuckles]

I humbly thank you, well.

[sighs]

[murmurs]

[sighs]

[Ophelia sighs]

- My lord.
- Hmm.

What is the cause
of your distemper?

You are so sick of late that...

...we distrust you.

"We distrust you."

Where is your father?

[sighs]

[Hamlet groaning]

Are you fair?

My lord?

- Are you honest?
- What means your lordship?

That if you be fair and honest,

your honesty should have
no discourse with your beauty.

Can beauty, my lord, have better
commerce than with honesty?

Ay, truly,
for the power of beauty

will sooner transform honesty
from what it is to a whore...

...than the force of honesty

could translate beauty
into her likeness.

I did love you once.

[chuckles softly]

Indeed, my lord...

...you made me believe so.

You should not have believed me.
I loved you not.

I was the more deceived.

Get thee to a nunnery.

Why would you be
a breeder of sinners?

I am myself indifferent honest,

if I could accuse me
of such things,

it were better
my mother had not borne me.

[door opens]

- My lord.
- I am very proud.

Ah, oh, revengeful!

Ambitious!

Have more offenses at my beck
than I have thoughts

to put them in,
imagination to give them shape

and time to act them in.

What should such fellows as I do

- crawling between earth
and heaven? -POLONIUS: My lord.

We are arrant fools, all.

- POLONIUS: My lord. My lord.
- Believe none of us.

- POLONIUS: Come on, my lord.
- Yeah.

- [sniffles]
- [Hamlet breathing heavily]

If you do marry, I'll give you
this plague for a dowry,

be you as chaste as ice,
as pure as snow,

- you shall not escape hate
from me! -[Polonius mutters]

If you must marry,

- marry a fool...
- For shame, my lord, for shame!

...for wise men know well enough
what monsters you make of them.

Stop him.

My lord.

OPHELIA:
Laertes, help him.

- My lord.
- No!

I have heard of your paintings
well enough! No.

God has given you one face, and
you make yourselves another!

- Hamlet.
- Huh. You jig and you amble,

you lisp and you nickname
God's creatures,

and you make
your wantonness ignorance!

Go to! I'll no more of it.
It has made me mad!

We will have no more marriage!

[Hamlet laughing]

We will have no more marriage!

Those that are
married already...

- That's enough. Stop you now.
- ...all but one shall live.

The rest shall keep as they are!

[Ophelia grunts]

My lord, please.

Oh, what a noble mind
is here overthrown.

[sobbing]

[panting]

- [engine revving]
- [tires squealing]

[engine revving]

To be or not to be?!

That is the question!

Whether it's nobler in a mind
to suffer

the slings and arrows
of outrageous fortune,

or to take arms
against a sea of troubles...

...and by opposing, end them.

To die, to sleep...

no more.

Or by a sleep to say
we end the heartache,

the thousand natural shocks
that flesh is heir to?

It's a consummation
devoutly to be wished,

to die, to sleep.

[engine revving]

To sleep, perchance to dream.

Ay, there's the rub.

For in that sleep of death,
what dreams may come

when we have shuffled off
this mortal coil

must give us pause.

[chuckles]

Here's the respect
that makes calamity

of so long life.

For who would bear the whips
and scorns of time...

[chuckles]

...the oppressor's wrong,

the proud man's insolence,

the pangs of despised love,
the law's delay,

when he himself might his quiet
end make with a dull dagger?

Who would burdens bear

to grunt and sweat
under a weary life,

but that the dread
of something after death,

the undiscovered country

from whose bourn
no traveler returns,

puzzles the will,

and makes us rather bear
those ills we have

than fly to others
that we know not of?

[engine revving]

[passing horn blares]

[chuckles]

Thus conscience does make
cowards of us all.

Thus the native hue
of resolution is sicklied over

with the pale cast of thought

and enterprises
of great pitch and moment

with this regard
their currents turn awry,

and lose the name of action.

[engine revving]

[truck horn blaring]

[tires squealing]

[breath trembles]

[chuckles]

[traffic rumbling]

[horn honks]

- [motorcycle engine revving]
- MAN: Hey!

[guests and Hamlet whooping]

- MAN: Hey, Hamlet, Hamlet!
- MAN 2: Hey, Hamlet!

It's time to mark the play.

Come mark the play.

[motorcycle engine revving]

Come mark the play!

[indistinct chatter]

[sniffles]

They will have the play
straight.

Overstep not
the modesty of nature,

for anything so overdone
is from the purpose of playing,

whose end,
both at the first and now,

was and is, to hold as it were
the mirror up to nature,

to show virtue her feature,

scorn her own image,

and the very age and body
of the time,

his form and pressure.

My lord, will the king see
this piece of work?

And the queen, too,
and that presently.

[chuckles]

Bid your players make haste.

[sighs]

Bid your players make haste.

[lively chatter]

[feedback whines]

It is now time for the play!

[cheering and applause]

[laughter]

[giggles]

Come mark the play!

[cheering and applause]

[whoops]

Come here now, my dear Hamlet.
Come sit by me.

[Indian accent]:
Oh, no, good mother.

Where's metal more attractive?

Ooh!

- [laughter]
- Shh.

Shh.

- [rhythmic vocalizing]
- [laughter]

[applause]

[rhythmic vocalizing continues]

[beatboxing]

[sighs]

[singsongy]:
Lady...

[laughter]

Ooh.

[breathing heavily]

[playful voice]:
Shall I lie in your lap?

[dishes clanking]

No, my lord.

- [Hamlet murmurs]
- [crowd whispering]

Did you think
I meant country matters?

[spits]

I think nothing, my lord.

Well, that's a fair thought
to lie between maids' legs.

What is it, my lord?

No-thing!

[imitates soft thud]

[imitates spring bouncing]

[scattered laughter]

Oh. [chuckles]

You are merry, my lord.

Who, I?

Yes, my lord.

What can a man do but be merry?

For look you
how cheerfully my mother looks!

- [cheering and applause]
- Huh?

And my father died
within these two hours. Ah.

OPHELIA:
It is twice two months, my lord.

Hmm?

Hmm?

It is twice two months, my lord.

[Indian accent]:
So long?

Oh, heavens,
died four months ago

and not forgotten yet?

Well, then there's hope
a great man's memory

may outlive his life
half a year?

[playful voice]:
Ha-ha.

He-he. Ha-ha.

Ha-ha-ha-ha.

He-he-he. He-he-he.

[grunts] No.

We must begin.

Lights!

[switches clicking]

[crowd murmuring]

[chair scrapes]

[sighs]

[rhythmic shout]

[bright Indian music playing]

[song continues
with lyrics in Hindi]

[cheering and applause]

[rhythmic clapping to music]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[music intensifying]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[bell tolling rhythmically]

[intense music continues]

[intense music building]

[song ends]

♪ ♪

[panting]

- POLONIUS: Lights!
- [claps]

Lights!

[switches clicking]

Drink, drink, more drink!

[applause]

MAN [over speakers]:
It likes us well.

Go to your seats.

At last we'll feast together.

Most welcome all.

- [upbeat Indian music playing]
- [lively chatter]

- My Lord Hamlet.
- [gasps]

Would not this get me

a fellowship
in a gang of players?

- Half a share.
- No, a full one.

I-I'll take the ghost's word
for a thousand pounds.

What ghost, my lord?

- Come, some music.
- [stammers]

- The king, sir.
- Ay, sir, what of him?

I-Is in his retirement
marvelous distempered.

- With drink, sir?
- [chuckles]

No, my lord, with anger.

Well, for me to put him
to his purgation

will perhaps plunge him
into more anger.

If it should please you
to make me a wholesome answer.

Oh, sir, I cannot.

- What, my lord?
- Make you a wholesome answer.

- My wit's diseased.
- My lord, my lord.

You once did love him.

[chuckles]
Will you play upon this pipe?

- My lord, I... cannot.
- Mm? Mm?

- POLONIUS: My lord, I cannot.
- [mutters] Oh, I pray you.

- Believe me, I cannot.
- I do beseech you.

POLONIUS: But I know
no touch of it, my lord.

It is easy as lying.

Govern these ventages
with your finger and thumb,

give it breath with your mouth,

it will let forth
the most eloquent music.

Look you, these are the stops.

Yes, but these I cannot command
to any utterance of harmony.

Oh, what, look you now,

how unworthy a thing
you make of me.

You would play upon me.

You would seem to know my stops.

You would sound me
from my lowest note

to the top of my compass.

And there is much music,
excellent voice,

in this little organ,
yet you cannot make it speak?

God's blood.

Do you think I am easier

to be played upon
[slurps] than a pipe?

I will not be juggled with!

Your dreadful black complexion

I will smear
with your young blood.

I'll see you dead.

To hell with allegiance.

[chuckles]:
Huh.

[smacks lips]

The queen, your mother,

in most great affliction
of spirit has sent me to you.

And she would see you presently.

[scoffs]

Then I will come to my mother,
by and by.

- All right, I'll say so.
- Mm-hmm.

"By and by" is easily said.

[chuckles]

[mutters]

♪ ♪

Come, Uncle.

[panting]

AUTOMATED VOICE:
Doors closing.

[elevator doors close]

It's now...

...for you, Father.

- AUTOMATED VOICE: Doors opening.
- [elevator doors open]

[door handle clicks]

♪ ♪

[door handle clicks]

[door handle clicks]

GERTRUDE:
What do you call that play?

Hamlet, you have
your father much offended.

Mother, you have my father
much offended.

Come, come, you answer
with an idle tongue.

Go, go, you question
with a wicked tongue.

- Have you forgot me?
- Oh, no, by the gods, not so.

You are the queen.
Your husband's brother's wife.

And would it were not so,
you are my mother.

Well, then.

I'll set him on you
that can speak.

- Come, come, come.
- Claudius!

Claudius! [gasping]

Sit you down.

- [whimpers]
- You shall not budge.

You go not till I set you up
a glass where you may see

the inmost part of you.

What will you do? [screams]

- Good mother.
- [whimpers]

Good mother.

- [panting]
- [whimpers]

You will not murder me?

- [shushing]
- [crying]

- [screaming]
- [shushing]

POLONIUS:
Dare you strike her!

[Gertrude screaming]

GERTRUDE:
Hamlet, no!

[grunting]

- Hamlet!
- [straining]

Let him go, please!

[screams] No, no!

- Oh, my God, my God!
- [choking]

Hamlet, no!

[screaming, shouting]

Oh, God! Oh, God!

Oh, no, what have you done?!

Is it the king?

[Gertrude wailing]

[gasping]

Oh, God!

HAMLET:
I took you for your better.

- [choking]
- [Gertrude wailing]

[shallow gasping]

[Hamlet shushing]

[Hamlet's breath trembling]

Oh, what a rash
and bloody deed is this.

A bloody deed.

Almost as bad, good mother,
as kill a king

and marry with his brother.

- As kill a king?
- Ay, it was my word.

What have I done

that you wag your tongue
in noise so rude against me?

Such an act that blurs the grace
and blush of modesty.

See what a grace there was
on Papa's brow?

That was your husband.

Look you now what follows.

This is your husband,

like a mildewed ear
blasting his wholesome brother.

Have you eyes? Ha!

Have you eyes?

You cannot call it love,
for at your age,

the heyday in the blood is tame.

- Hush, Hamlet.
- But to live

in the rank sweat
of an enseamed bed

stewed in corruption,

honeying and making love
over the nasty sty.

Oh, sweet Hamlet, no more.

- A murderer and a villain!
- Speak no more!

- [knock on door]
- [gasps]

[gasps]

[knock on door]

[mutters]

No, no, good mother.

- [lock clicks]
- CLAUDIUS: Gertrude?

- [knock on door]
- Shh.

- CLAUDIUS: Gertrude!
- [door handle rattles]

Let us come in!

GERTRUDE:
Go forth and take the body.

- CLAUDIUS: Gertrude!
- [whispers]: Go.

[knocking on door continues]

GERTRUDE:
Oh, make haste, make haste.

CLAUDIUS:
Open the door!

♪ ♪

[body squeaking on floor]

- Gertrude!
- [whispers]: Oh, go, go.

- Open the door!
- [pounding on door continues]

Gertrude!

[traffic passing]

[Hamlet panting]

[grunting, panting]

[panting]

MAN [in distance]:
Hamlet! Lord Hamlet!

Lord Hamlet?

[panting softly]

[traffic continues passing]

[traffic fades]

♪ ♪

HAMLET:
In his madness.

GERTRUDE:
Oh, my son.

[mutters softly]

[grunting]

[water running]

[groaning]

[groaning continues]

[grunts]

CLAUDIUS:
Hamlet, this deed,

for your special safety,
which we do tender,

as we dearly grieve
for that which you have done,

must send you hence.

Therefore prepare yourself.

Your associates tend and
everything is bent for Delhi.

To bear all smooth and even,

this sudden sending you away
must seem deliberate pause.

Diseases desperate grown

by desperate appliance
are relieved,

or not at all.

Come.

♪ ♪

Delay it not.

I'll have him hence tonight.

Then come, for Delhi.

[sniffles]

[Gertrude crying softly]

[both sniffling]

♪ ♪

- [busy chatter]
- [dishes clinking]

["Got to Be Real"
by Cheryl Lynn playing]

[lively chatter]

♪ To be real ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Your love's for real now ♪

♪ You know that
your love is my love ♪

♪ My love is your love... ♪

[muffled music continues
in distance]

♪ ♪

OPHELIA:
No!

[breathing heavily]

The expectation
and rose of their fair state?

The observed of all observers,

and I, of ladies
most deject and wretched?!

I sucked the honey
of your musicked vows.

Now see
that sovereign, noble reason

blasted with ecstasy!

Woe is me
to have seen what I have seen,

to see what I see!

[Ophelia sobbing]

[car door closes]

[car door opens]

[car door closes]

[engine starts]

LAERTES:
Hamlet!

Give me my father!

Give me my father!

[groans]

[panting]

[gates creaking]

- [engine shuts off]
- [car door opens]

Delhi?

- [door alarm chiming]
- [car door closes]

[car door closes]

My good friends...

[grunting]

[groaning]

Lay him on the earth.

[panting]

[groaning]

[grunting]

[panicked grunting]

- [Reynaldo straining]
- [Hamlet screaming]

- A document in madness.
- [screaming continues]

MARCELLUS:
Go!

- [grunting]
- [gasping]

[Marcellus yelling fiercely]

Play the fool nowhere
but your own house!

[grunting fiercely]

- [engine revving]
- [tires squealing]

[vehicle speeding away]

[dog barking in distance]

[panting]

You-you have dealt with me
like thieves of mercy.

[Hamlet panting]

Go softly on.

[siren wailing in distance]

[panting continues]

Go.

[traffic passing in distance]

[knocks on door]

[door creaks]

[door closes]

- [water trickling]
- [footsteps splashing]

[objects clinking]

[baby crying in distance]

- [zipper zips]
- [man coughing]

[quiet chatter]

- [baby crying]
- [objects clattering]

Good sir, what people are these?

We are just people, sir.

But how purposed, sir,
I pray you?

We try to gain
that little patch of ground

that has in it no profit
but the name.

To pay five pennies, five,
you would not buy it.

What do you call yourselves?

Fortinbras.

[chuckles softly]

How long have you lived
on this land, friend?

[man coughing]

Since Elsinore
did thus cast out our people.

[cloth ripping]

They did steal in the courts,
all these, our homes.

[man coughing]

You know me?

I have seen your kind out there
a thousand times.

Did your bones cost
no more in breeding

but to play at these games
with them?

Mine ache to think on it.

Well, what base uses
we will return.

How all occasions
do inform against me

and spur my dull revenge.

[man coughing]

Witness your army,
of no mass or charge,

whose spirit
with divine ambition puffed

exposes what is
mortal and unsure

to all that fortune, death
and danger dare.

[bottle rolls]

Even for this eggshell.

And how stand I, then,

that has a father killed,
a mother stained,

excitements of my reason
and my blood, and let all sleep?

[man continues coughing]

What is a man if his chief good
and his market of his time

be but to sleep and feed?

A beast.

No more,
who rots on earth unused.

So whether it be
bestial oblivion

or some craven scruple of

thinking too precisely
on the event,

a thought which quartered...

...has but one part wisdom
and ever three parts coward...

...I do not know why yet I live
to say, "This thing's to do."

As I have cause and will
and strength and means to do it.

Examples gross
as earth exhort me.

♪ ♪

[child coughing]

Give me a voice.

[baby crying]

[Hamlet sniffles]

♪ ♪

[paper rips]

Go, my friend, from here
to the sovereign court.

Tell them that by this license,
you do now have

all the rights of ownership
to my fortune.

Why, what king is this?

So I to claim your homes
back here do invite you.

There's a divinity
that shapes our ends,

rough-hew them how we will.

And a man's life's no more
than to say "one."

Now to Elsinore.

From this time forth,
my thoughts be bloody

or be nothing worth.

♪ ♪

[birds calling and chirping]

[water burbling]

LAERTES:
Must there be no more done?

What ceremony else?

And from her fair and unpolluted
flesh may violets spring.

[panting]

- The devil take your soul!
- MAN: Enough!

- LAERTES: My sister!
- MAN: Enough!

[Laertes grunting]

[groaning]

[sobbing]

Treble woe fall ten times
double on that cursed head!

[sobbing]:
Oh, God!

No.

No, stop! No!

[Laertes sobbing]

Oh, for God's sake,
stop him now!

GERTRUDE:
Hamlet.

[Laertes sobbing]

[Hamlet gasping]

[sobbing]:
Oh, God!

[gasping]

HAMLET:
Oh, God, my God.

[crying softly]

Ophelia drowned, good Hamlet.

Drowned?

GERTRUDE: There is the willow
grows beside our brook...

...she to its pendent boughs...

...a crown of weeds
did seek to hang.

Long it could not be
till that her garments,

heavy with their drink...

...pulled the poor wretch
to her muddy death.

♪ ♪

[Hamlet crying softly]

HAMLET:
Alas.

Alas.

It was the poison of deep grief.

It sprung all
from her father's death.

[crying softly]

♪ ♪

[sniffling]

[stretcher rattling]

♪ ♪

[crying softly]

[sobbing]

[grunts]

[sobbing continues]

[groans]

[sobbing]

- [rain pattering]
- [thunder rumbling softly]

[knocking on door]

My lord?

[clears throat]

The king, sir,
desires you to use

some gentle reconcilement
with Laertes.

How if I say no?

[scoffs softly]

There's special providence
in the fall of a sparrow.

[thunder rumbling softly]

If it be now, it's not to come.

And if it be not to come,
it will be now.

If it be not now,
yet it will come.

And the readiness is all.

Since no man can know
the world he leaves,

what is it to leave behind?

[softly]:
Hmm?

Let be.

[door closes]

[floorboard creaks]

[quiet chatter downstairs]

[object clinking]

[thunder rumbling softly]

CLAUDIUS:
Come, Hamlet.

Come and take his hand from him.

Give me your pardon, sir.

I have done you wrong.

But pardon it,
as you are a gentleman.

This presence knows,
and you must needs have heard,

how I am punished
with a sore distraction.

What I have done
that might your nature,

honor and exception
roughly awake,

I here proclaim was madness.

Let my disclaiming
from a purposed evil

free me so far in
your most generous thoughts...

...that I have shot my arrow
over the house

and hurt my brother.

[crying softly]

I...

I am satisfied in nature...

...whose motive in this case

should stir me most
to my revenge.

And for this time...

...I do receive your love
like love...

...and will not wrong it.

CLAUDIUS:
We now must drink

to Hamlet's better breath.

[wine pouring]

[sniffles]

[sets bottle down]

[door opens]

[door closes]

Here...

...to his health.

[sniffles]

Raise up your cups.

These drinks
all have a strength?

Ay, my good lord.

Then come, Laertes.

For the end.

You do but dally.

[sniffles]

♪ ♪

[sniffles]

[breath trembles]

[sets glass down]

[sobbing softly]

[chuckles]

[clears throat]

♪ ♪

The queen embraces
your good fortune, Hamlet.

Gertrude, do not drink.

I will, my lord.

[clears throat]

I pray you pardon me.

HAMLET:
Mother.

[wine splashes]

Oh, God. No.

[groaning]

[panting]

Good mother.

[shushing]

[Gertrude choking]

[gasping, groaning]

- [Hamlet panting]
- [groaning continues]

G-Good mother.

LAERTES:
Oh, Hamlet.

[ragged panting]

HAMLET:
The drink envenomed?

Then, venom, to your work.

Exchange forgiveness with me,
noble Hamlet.

[grunts]

Never!

[Hamlet yelling]

[choking, gasping]

[panting]

[shallow gasping]

[panting]

[groaning]

Uncle!

[groaning]

[retching]

[breathing heavily]

Uncle!

[coughing]

[bottle shatters]

[panting]

♪ ♪

[panting continues]

Villainy!

CLAUDIUS:
Treachery!

Now they will tell of carnal,
bloody and unnatural acts,

of accidental judgments,
casual slaughters,

of deaths put on by cunning,

and for what cause?

Fortinbras.

They have my dying voice.

Their soldiers work for justice.

Follow my father.

[Hamlet groaning]

I loved your father!

[grunts]

[grunts fiercely]

- [grunting]
- [Claudius choking]

♪ ♪

Let be.

[panting]

So I am revenged.

[pained groaning]

[pained groaning continues]

[shallow breathing]

[shallow breathing continues]

[breathing stops]

[crow caws]

[crow caws]

[crow caws]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[music ends]