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- CLAUDIUS, ROSENCRANTZ,and GUILDENSTERN enter.
- I don’t like the way he’s acting, and it’s not safefor me to let his insanity get out of control. So getprepared. I’m sending you to England ondiplomatic business, and Hamlet will go with you.As king, I cannot risk the danger he represents ashe grows crazier by the hour.
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- We’ll take care of it. It’s a sacred duty to protectthe lives of all those who depend on YourHighness.
- Everyone tries to avoid harm, but the public figuredemands even more protection. When a greatleader dies he doesn’t die alone but, like awhirlpool, draws others with him. He’s like a huge wheel on the top of the highest mountain whosespokes touch the rim of ten thousand smallerthings—when it falls down the mountain, everylittle object goes down with it. Whenever a kingsighs, everyone groans.
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- Prepare yourself, please, for this trip. We’ll put aleash on this danger that’s now running wild.
- We’ll hurry.
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- ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN exit. POLONIUS enters.
- Thanks, my dear lord.
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- My lord, Hamlet’s going to his mother’s room. I’llhide behind the tapestry to hear what they say. Ibet she’ll chew him out. And as you said (and yousaid it wisely), it’s good to have someone otherthan a mother listening in on them, since she canbe too partial to him. Goodbye, my lord. I’ll stopby before you go to bed, and tell you what I’veheard.
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- Oh, my crime is so rotten it stinks all the way toheaven. It has the mark of Cain on it, a brother’smurder. I can’t pray, though I want to desperately.My guilt is stronger even than my intentions. Andlike a person with two opposite things to do atonce, I stand paralyzed and neglect them both.
- That won’t work, since I’m still reaping therewards of that murder: my crown and my queen.Can a person be forgiven and still keep the fruitsof his crime? In this wicked world, criminals oftentake the money they stole and use it to buy off thelaw, shoving justice aside. But not in heaven. Upthere, every action is judged for exactly what it’sworth, and we’re forced to confront our crimes.So what can I do? What is there left to do? Offerwhatever repentance I can—that couldn’t hurt.
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- HAMLET enters.
- Seems like I just did him afavor. He killed my father when my father wasenjoying life, with all his sins in full bloom, beforemy father could repent for any of them. Only Godknows how many sins my father has to pay for.As for me, I don’t think his prospects look sogood.
- I could do it easily now. He’s praying now. Andnow I’ll do it. (he draws out his sword) And therehe goes, off to heaven. And that’s my revenge. I’dbetter think about this more carefully. A villain killsmy father, and I, my father’s only son, send thissame villain to heaven.
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- So what if this cursed hand of mine is coated withmy brother’s blood? Isn’t there enough rain inheaven to wash it clean as snow? Isn’t that whatGod’s mercy is for? And doesn’t prayer servethese two purposes—to keep us from sinning andto bring us forgiveness when we have sinned? SoI’ll pray. I’ve already committed my sin. But, oh,what kind of prayer is there for me? “Dear Lord,forgive me for my horrible murder”?
- So is it really revenge for me if I kill Claudius rightwhen he is confessing his sins, in perfectcondition for a trip to heaven? No. Away, sword,and wait for a better moment to kill him. (he putshis sword away) When he’s sleeping off somedrunken orgy, or having incestuous sex, orswearing while he gambles, or committing someother act that has no goodness about it—that’swhen I’ll trip him up and send him to hell with hisheels kicking up at heaven. My mother’s waiting.The king’s trying to cure himself with prayer, butall he’s doing is keeping himself alive a littlelonger.
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- But it can’t help either! Oh, what a lousy situationI’m in. My heart’s as black as death. My soul isstuck to sin, and the more it struggles to breakfree, the more it sticks. Help me, angels! C’mon,make an effort. Bend, stubborn knees. Steelyheart, be soft as a newborn babe, so I can pray.Perhaps everything will turn out okay after all. (hekneels)
- (rising) My words fly up toward heaven, but mythoughts stay down here on earth. Words withoutthoughts behind them will never make it to
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