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By john de herrera (about the author)
Become a Fan -- Page 7 of 9 page(s)
HAMLET (CONT'D)
Who do they mourn? And with such scant rites? They were of
some rank. Did they take their own life?
HAMLET (CONT'D)
There's the noble Laertes. What's he saying?
LAERTES
What other ceremonies?
PRIEST
Her rites have gone as far as we have sanction. Her death
was doubtful, and if it weren't for the authority which has
overruled the order, she would have been buried unsanctified.
Shards, flints, and pebbles should be thrown on her, yet she
is allowed garlands of flowers and bells.
LAERTES
No more?
PRIEST
No more. We would profane the service of the dead to sing a
sage requiem and rest to her as to peace-parted souls.
LAERTES
Lay her in the earth, and from her fair flesh may violets
spring. My sister shall be a ministering angel when you lie
howling in hell.
HAMLET
The fair Ophelia!
QUEEN
(scattering flowers)
Sweets to the sweet. I had hoped you would have been my
Hamlet's wife. I imagined I would have decked your bridal
bed with flowers, sweet maid, not your grave. Farewell.
LAERTES
Treble woe fall ten times treble on the head whose wicked
deed cleaved you from yourself. Let me hold you once more.
(Laertes leaps in grave.)
LAERTES (CONT'D)
Go ahead, pile the earth upon the living and the dead until
there's mountain enough to reach higher than Olympus!
(Hamlet comes forward.)
HAMLET
Whose grief, whose words of sorrow, would cause the stars to
stop still like a wonder-struck audience? This is I, Hamlet
the Dane.
(Laertes exits grave to grapple with
Hamlet.)
LAERTES
The devil take your soul!
Become a Fan -- Page 7 of 9 page(s)
Who do they mourn? And with such scant rites? They were of
some rank. Did they take their own life?
HAMLET (CONT'D)
There's the noble Laertes. What's he saying?
LAERTES
What other ceremonies?
PRIEST
Her rites have gone as far as we have sanction. Her death
was doubtful, and if it weren't for the authority which has
overruled the order, she would have been buried unsanctified.
Shards, flints, and pebbles should be thrown on her, yet she
is allowed garlands of flowers and bells.
LAERTES
No more?
PRIEST
No more. We would profane the service of the dead to sing a
sage requiem and rest to her as to peace-parted souls.
LAERTES
Lay her in the earth, and from her fair flesh may violets
spring. My sister shall be a ministering angel when you lie
howling in hell.
HAMLET
The fair Ophelia!
QUEEN
(scattering flowers)
Sweets to the sweet. I had hoped you would have been my
Hamlet's wife. I imagined I would have decked your bridal
bed with flowers, sweet maid, not your grave. Farewell.
LAERTES
Treble woe fall ten times treble on the head whose wicked
deed cleaved you from yourself. Let me hold you once more.
(Laertes leaps in grave.)
LAERTES (CONT'D)
Go ahead, pile the earth upon the living and the dead until
there's mountain enough to reach higher than Olympus!
(Hamlet comes forward.)
HAMLET
Whose grief, whose words of sorrow, would cause the stars to
stop still like a wonder-struck audience? This is I, Hamlet
the Dane.
(Laertes exits grave to grapple with
Hamlet.)
LAERTES
The devil take your soul!
I'm a writer/artist/activist from California, with a degree in Creative Studies from the University of California at Santa Barbara. I've been an advocating for the convention clause of Article V since 2001.
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