#022: Thursday 22 January 2009

Hamlet in het Nimweegs

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i.s.m. Oliver Gee

Hamlet
    To be, or not to be: that is the question:
    Whether 'tis nobler in the 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; and by a sleep to say we end
    The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
    That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
    Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
    To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;

Ophelia
    Good my lord,
    How does your honour for this many a day?

Hamlet
    I humbly thank you; well, well, well.

Ophelia
    My lord, I have remembrances of yours,
    That I have longed long to re-deliver;
    I pray you, now receive them.

Hamlet
    No, not I;
    I never gave you aught.

Ophelia
    My honour'd lord, you know right well you did;
    And, with them, words of so sweet breath composed
    As made the things more rich: their perfume lost,
    Take these again; for to the noble mind
    Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
    There, my lord.

Hamlet
    Ha, ha! are you honest?

Ophelia
    My lord?

Hamlet
    Are you fair?

Ophelia
    What means your lordship?

Hamlet
    That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should
    admit no discourse to your beauty.

Ophelia
    Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than
    with honesty?

Hamlet
    Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner
    transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the
    force of honesty can translate beauty into his
    likeness: this was sometime a paradox, but now the
    time gives it proof. I did love you once.

Ophelia
    Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so.

Hamlet
    You should not have believed me; for virtue cannot
    so inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of
    it: I loved you not.

Ophelia
    I was the more deceived.

Hamlet
    Get thee to a nunnery: why wouldst thou be a
    breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest;
    but yet I could accuse me of such things that it
    were better my mother had not borne me: I am very
    proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at
    my beck than I have thoughts to put them in,
    imagination to give them shape, or time to act them
    in. What should such fellows as I do crawling
    between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves,
    all; believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery.
    Where's your father?

Ophelia
    At home, my lord.

Hamlet
    Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the
    fool no where but in's own house. Farewell.

Ophelia
    O, help him, you sweet heavens!

Hamlet
    If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for
    thy dowry: be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as
    snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a
    nunnery, go: farewell. Or, if thou wilt needs
    marry, marry a fool; for wise men know well enough
    what monsters you make of them. To a nunnery, go,
    and quickly too. Farewell.

Ophelia
    O heavenly powers, restore him!

Hamlet
    I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God
    has given you one face, and you make yourselves
    another: you jig, you amble, and you lisp, and
    nick-name God's creatures, and make your wantonness
    your ignorance. Go to, I'll no more on't; it hath
    made me mad. I say, we will have no more marriages:
    those that are married already, all but one, shall
    live; the rest shall keep as they are. To a
    nunnery, go.

Exit

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