Once upon a time in the land of Denmark, King Hamlet ruled the land along side his wife, Gertrude. They have a son Hamlet and they are one happy family. One day, Hamlet discovers his father dead in the garden, breaking the family apart.
Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted color off, Do not for ever with thy vailèd lids, Seek for thy noble father in the dust. Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity.
She married. O, most wicked speed, to post, With such dexterity to incestuous sheets! It is not, nor it cannot come to good. But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.
Gertrude remarries to Claudius, King Hamlet's brother. Hamlet becomes upset and suspects that his father did not die naturally.
Hamlet devises a plan to act insane and unlike himself to try and distract his parents and to get Claudius to admit to murdering his father, and tearing apart his family. Gertrude becomes concerned and confused, but Claudius suspects something.
O, that this too too sullied flesh would melt, Thaw and resolve itself into a dew,Or that the Everlasting had not fixed. His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God, God, How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable. Seem to me all the uses of this world!
Ophelia kills herself since Hamlet did not love her anymore, but in fact he did. Sorrow washes over him.
Lay her i' the earth: And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring! I tell thee, churlish priest, A ministering angel shall my sister be, When thou liest howling.
What, the fair Ophelia!
Laerte returns to Denmark in a rage. Claudius convinces him that Hamlet is to blame for his father’s and sister’s deaths. Claudius concocts a plan to use Laertes’ desire for revenge to secure Hamlet’s death. Laertes will fence with Hamlet but Claudius will poison Laertes’ blade so Hamlet will die if hit. The king also poisons a goblet in case the first plan falls through.
Now must your conscience my acquaintance seal, And you must put me in your heart for friend
Hamlet and Laertes fence each other but even though he gets the first hit, he does not accept a drink from the goblet.
Come, for the third, Laertes. You do but dally. I pray you, pass with your best violence. I am afeard you make a wanton of me.