15 Minute Hamlet.

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[00:00:20] For this relief.

Speaker1: [00:00:21] Much thanks though I am native here and to the manner born, it is
a custom more honored in the breach than in the observance. Well, something is rotten
in the state of Denmark. To be or not to be, that is the question. There are more things
in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy. Though this be madness,
yet there is method in it. I must be cruel only to be kind. Rotten me. Don't protest too
much. Cattle, Mew and dog will have his day.

[00:01:02] Who's there? Hey!

Speaker1: [00:01:03] That's me!

[00:01:04] Long live the king! Renaldo. Hey!

Speaker1: [00:01:12] Get thee to bed. For this relief. Much thanks. What has this thing
appeared again tonight? Peace. Break me off. Look where it comes again. Looks like
the king. By heaven I charge thee. Speak. Tis here. Tis there. It is gone. Look the morn.
And rusted metal clad. Walks on a tube of yon high eastern hill. Last part. What we
have seen tonight. Unto young.

[00:01:35] Hamlet. Though yet of.

Speaker1: [00:01:49] Hamlet. Your brother's death. The memory be green. I sometime
sister now our queen. Have we taken to wife? What's now my cousin hamlet and my
son? A little more than kin and less than kind. O that this too, too solid flesh would melt.
That it should come to this. But two months dead. So loving to my mother. Frailty. Thy
name is woman. Married with mine. Uncle. My father's brother. The funeral baked me.
Said coldly. Furnish forth the marriage tables, my lord. I think I saw him yesternight the
king, your father. Upon the platform where we watched his very strange arm'd, my lord.
A countenance more in sorrow than in anger. My father's spirit in arms. All is not well.
Would the night will come.
[00:02:49] The king doth wake tonight.

Speaker1: [00:02:51] And takes his rouse. Though I am native here to the manner born.
It is a custom more honored in the breach than the observance. Look, my Lord, it comes
Angels and ministers of grace defend us. Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.

[00:03:06] Oh! Oh! Alas!

Speaker1: [00:03:10] Poor ghost! I am thy father's spirit.

[00:03:16] Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.

Speaker1: [00:03:22] The serpent that disdained thy father's life now wears his crown.
O my prophetic soul, my uncle.

[00:03:33] There are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in your
philosophy.

Speaker1: [00:03:39] Hereafter I shall think, meet to put an antic disposition on.

[00:03:44] The time is out of joint. O cursed spite.

Speaker1: [00:03:48] That ever I was born to set it right. How now, Ophelia, what's the
matter?

[00:04:01] As I was sewing in my chamber. Lord hamlet with his doublet all unbraced.
No hat upon his head, pale as his shirt, his knees knocking each other, and with a look
so piteous he comes before me, and one I love. I have found the very.

Speaker1: [00:04:19] Cause of Hamlet's lunacy. Look where, sadly, the poor wretch
comes reading. What do you read, my lord? Words, words, words. Though this be
madness, yet there is method. I am but mad. North, north. West. When the wind is
southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw. Hahahahahahahaha. The fact is I come here,
my lord. Will hear a play tomorrow. Yes. I have heard 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. I'll have these players play something like the
murder of my father before mine. Uncle. If he but blench. I know my course. The play's
the thing. I'll catch the conscience of the King. To be or not to be. That is the question,
my lord. Get thee to a nunnery.

[00:05:28] Oh, no. No, no.

Speaker1: [00:05:35] Not that way, Ted. There's something in his soul which his
melancholy sits on. Brood. He shall, with speed to England. Oh! Speak the speech, I
pray you, as I pronounced it to you. Trippingly on the tongue. Holdest were the mirror up
to nature. I like to play. The lady doth protest too much, methinks. She poisons him in
the garden for his estate. You shall see, anon, how the murderer gets the love of
Gonzalo's wife.

[00:06:17] What is he on the plain? £9.95 thousand. He's going to.

Speaker1: [00:06:28] His mother's closet behind the airless office. Made myself to hear
the process. Now, mother, what's the matter? Hamlet, thou hast thy father much
offended. You have my father much offended.

[00:06:42] What's not murder me? Help, help, help, help!

Speaker1: [00:06:45] How now? A rat dead.

[00:06:47] Dead on me. What hast thou done? Nay, I know not. To be kind. Hamlet.

Speaker1: [00:06:58] Where's Polonius? Had supper. Hamlet. This deed must send
thee hence. Therefore prepare thyself. Everything is bent for England. Good night.
Mother. In England, if my love thou holds it, art thou mayst not coldly set our sovereign
process the present death of hamlet. Do it! England. Where is my father? Dead.

[00:07:38] For him there is no fear. Hey nonny nonny, hey nonny. And on his grave
rained many hands here.
Speaker1: [00:07:48] Oh, he dry up my brains. Oh kind sister. Hadst thou thy wits. And
did persuade revenge. It cannot move thy. And where the offence is. Let the great axe
fall. Ere we were two days old at sea. A pirate of very warlike appointment gave us
chase in the grapple. I boarded them on the instant they got clear of our ship. So I alone
became their prisoner. They have dealt with me like thieves of mercy. What is he that
builds stronger than either the mason, the shipwright or the carpenter, a grave maker?
The houses he makes will last till doomsday. This same skull, sir, was Yorick's skull, the
king's jester. Alas, poor Yorick, I knew him, Horatio. What song is this? What
ceremony? Else? They hurt in 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. Telling what the fair. Ofelia. Oh, trouble. Oh, hold off the earth awhile. Till I've
caught her once more in my arms. What is he whose grief bears such an emphasis?
This is I, hamlet the Dane. I loved Ophelia. The devil take thy soul. Oh, may thy hand
die. Oh, God. Oh, hamlet. Hamlet. I loved Ophelia. What wilt thou do for her? Oh, he is
mad. The cat will mew and dog will have his day.

Speaker1: [00:10:02] There's a divinity that shapes our ends rough. Hew them how we
will. But thou wouldst not think. How ill all's here about my heart. But tis no matter. We
defy augury. There is a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now. Tis not to
come. If it be not to come. It will be now. If it be not now, yet it will come. The readiness
is all. Come on, sir. Come my lord. What? No judgment. A very palpable hit. Stay. Give
me a drink. Hamlet, this pearl is thine. Here's what I held in the cup. The queen
carouses to thy fortune. Hamlet. Nurture. Do not drink. I will, my lord. My lord. I'll hit him
now. How about you now? What? Go go go go go! What's that nonsense? They bleed
on both sides. I'm justly killed by my own treachery. The drink, the drink I am poisoned.
Treachery! Seek it out. It is here. Hamlet. Hamlet, thou art slain. Lo! He ran. I never to
rise again. The king, the king's to blame. The point and venom to then. Venom to thy
work. Oh oh. Exchange forgiveness with me and I follow thee. I cannot live to hear the
news from England. The rest is silence. Good night, sweet prince. And flights of angels.
Sing thee to thy rest. Go bid the soldiers shoot.

[00:12:52] Our sometime sister. Now our.

Speaker1: [00:12:54] Queen. Have we taken to life that it should come to this? I saw
him, Yesternight. The king, your father. Angels and ministers of grace, defend us.
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.

[00:13:03] I am thy father. This is my father's life.

Speaker1: [00:13:09] No. Where is this from? O my prophetic soul. Hereafter I shall
think me to put an antic disposition on. Look where sadly the poor wretch comes. I have
heard that guilty creatures, sitting in a cafe, by the very cunning of the scene, been
struck. If he but blench. I know my course.

[00:13:32] The king rises. Give me the plague.

Speaker1: [00:13:43] Dead for a ducat. Dead. I must send thee hence. For like the
hectic in my blood he rages. George! England! Penalty! A pirate gave us chase. I alone
became their prisoner.

[00:14:09] It was soft. This is the I can live the day. The devil take thy soul. Come on sir.
I'm very powerful. Give him the cup. God, you do not drink. I am poisoned. A slave to
thy work. Whoa! Whoa whoa. Whoa whoa whoa whoa.

Speaker1: [00:14:41] I cannot live to hear the news from England. The rest is silence.
Bid the soldiers shoot.

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