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Jason Lee
Andrew Oeth
Tim Toupin
Nick Valvur
GERTRUDE and CLAUDIUS are walking in Ophelia’s funeral procession, facing a visibly
upset LAERTES. His head is hung low, and he is melancholy. All three characters walk solemnly
across the stage as they give their lines
Drown'd! O, where?
LAERTES
QUEEN GERTRUDE
Drown'd, drown'd.
(LAERTES walks over to Ophelia’s grave, and directs his lines towards her)
LAERTES
(CLAUDIUS turns to face GERTRUDE, and speaks his lines softly, to avoid detection)
KING CLAUDIUS
(While the procession has been going on, HAMLET and DOCTOR are examining the gravesite
for Ophelia)
HAMLET
(Posing a question to DOCTOR)
Has a fellow no feeling of his business, that he
sings at grave-making?
DOCTOR
Ay, my lord.
DOCTOR
It might, my lord.
QUEEN GERTRUDE
(Crying)
Sweets to the sweet: farewell!
(DOCTOR leans in towards HAMLET, as if about to tell a secret, all the while pointing at
Ophelia’s grave)
DOCTOR
LAERTES
(Crying)
Must there no more be done?
DOCTOR
(In a sober tone)
No more be done:
We should profane the service of the dead
To sing a requiem and such rest to her
As to peace-parted souls.
LAERTES
O, treble woe
Fall ten times treble on that cursed head,
Whose wicked deed thy most ingenious sense
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LAERTES
KING CLAUDIUS
(Visibly alarmed)
O, he is mad, Laertes.
QUEEN GERTRUDE
(Weeping heavily)
For love of God, forbear him.
This is mere madness:
And thus awhile the fit will work on him;
Anon, as patient as the female dove,
When that her golden couplets are disclosed,
His silence will sit drooping.
KING CLAUDIUS