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Hamlet, Act 3, Scene 2
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lackpurity
2007-09-15 05:17:17 UTC
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SCENE II. A hall in the castle.

Enter HAMLET and Players

HAMLET
Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to
you, trippingly on the tongue: but if you mouth it,
as many of your players do, I had as lief the
town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air
too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently;
for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say,
the whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and beget
a temperance that may give it smoothness.

MM:
He's really describing himself, IMO. He was a Sat Guru. He had the
equipoise, characteristic of them, gentle, effective speech,
indicating control of emotions. I'll conjecture that he acted in this
manner in the plays, also.

HAMLET continues:
O, it
offends me to the soul to hear a robustious
periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to
very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who
for the most part are capable of nothing but
inexplicable dumbshows and noise: I would have such
a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant; it
out-herods Herod: pray you, avoid it.

MM:
If there is too much emotion, then the message might be missed. Love
and gentleness works wonders. He, as all Sat Gurus, always took into
consideration the condition of his audience. This audience was
lacking discernment, so Shakespeare knew to deal with that
accordingly. Christ mentioned that some seeds fall on barren ground,
some on rocky ground, and some on fertile ground. Shakespeare,
similarly, knew the condition and receptivity of the audience. He was
the reincarnation of Jesus Christ.

First Player
I warrant your honour.

HAMLET
Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion
be your tutor: suit the action to the word, the
word to the action; with this special o'erstep not
the modesty of nature: for any thing so overdone is
from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the
first and now, was and is, to hold, as 'twere, the
mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature,

MM:
Spoken as a True Sat Guru. Shakespeare, Emerson, Goethe, and other
Saints have used the word "virtue," to represent the TRUE HOME, or the
Supreme Being. Shakespeare, reminiscent of Kabir Sahib, used contrast
a lot to point out certain truths, hence his reference to the "mirror
up to nature, to show virtue her own feature." It is easy to contrast
this world, which is like a pigpen, relatively, to the True Home. The
truth is hidden behind a veil. By meditation, we remove the veil, and
then VIRTUE shines like millions of suns. Plato claimed that this
world is a shadow-world, discussing the same truth.

HAMLET continues:
scorn her own image, and the very age and body of
the time his form and pressure.

MM:
These are profound spiritual truths, second to none. It's the higher
regions, vis-a-vis, the lower regions. God pushes us to the Master,
then pulls us up to him. "Body of the time?" Am I not always
repeating to go to the Sat Guru of the time? The Sat Guru is God in a
body. Is it a sign and a wonder? I think so.

HAMLET continues:
Now this overdone,
or come tardy off, though it make the unskilful
laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve;

MM:
Very beautiful. The worldly, or unskilful, will laugh and mock the
Master. The judicious, or sincere seekers, will begin to grieve,
however. It is the stage of intense longing. When we learn that we
are separated from THE FATHER by eight levels of consciousness, it
humbles us, it makes us grieve. We have to swim through our own tears
to reach God-Realization. No pain, no gain.

HAMLET continues:
the
censure of the which one must in your allowance
o'erweigh a whole theatre of others.

MM:
Which one will we censure? Will we censure the unskilfuls, the
worldly? Will we censure the judicious, the sincere seekers? I think
the choice is clear. We should censure, or ignore, those who have no
faith in the Master. That's pretty obvious, I'd say.

HAMLET continues:
O, there be
players that I have seen play, and heard others
praise, and that highly, not to speak it profanely,
that, neither having the accent of Christians nor
the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so
strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of
nature's journeymen had made men and not made them
well, they imitated humanity so abominably.

MM:
Many humans are not spiritually developed. They are the barren
ground, on which some seeds fall. He's laying more emphasis on
ignoring these negative influences. They should be censured, in his
cryptic words. Don't lend an ear to them, as Marc Antony might have
said.

First Player
I hope we have reformed that indifferently with us,
sir.

MM:
We need to reform ourselves, or as Christ said, "be reborn again." He
meant to be reborn to the spirit, to start a new life, a spiritual
life.

HAMLET
O, reform it altogether. And let those that play
your clowns speak no more than is set down for them;

MM:
Clowns should be quiet and let the Sat Guru speak. :-)

HAMLET continues:
for there be of them that will themselves laugh, to
set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh
too; though, in the mean time, some necessary
question of the play be then to be considered:
that's villanous, and shows a most pitiful ambition

MM:
The clowns, the reprobates, will try to distract us from the truth,
from Sat Guru Bhakti. They will mock and laugh at it. The Master,
however, is raising questions, with his contrasts, asking us if we
want to stay in this pigpen of a world, or go with him to the True
Home. Shakespeare calls the worldly, "villanous." We should use our
discretion, to ascertain who is our friend and who is our enemy.
Spiritual company is best for us.

To Be Continued

Michael Martin
Western Sat Guru
j***@hushmail.com
2007-09-15 12:16:27 UTC
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SCENE II. A hall in the castle.
[..]
Post by lackpurity
for there be of them that will themselves laugh, to
set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh
too; though, in the mean time, some necessary
that's villanous, and shows a most pitiful ambition
The clowns, the reprobates, will try to distract us from the truth,
from Sat Guru Bhakti. They will mock and laugh at it. The Master,
however, is raising questions, with his contrasts, asking us if we
want to stay in this pigpen of a world,
IRTA 'pigeon of a world'

THE SKINHEAD HAMLET


Shakespeare's play translated into modern English


Our hope was to achieve something like the effect of the New
English Bible -- Eds


ACT I SCENE I


The battlements of Elsinore Castle.
Enter HAMLET, followed by GHOST.
GHOST: Oi! Mush!
HAMLET: Yer?
GHOST: I was fucked!
(Exit GHOST.)
HAMLET: O Fuck.
(Exit HAMLET.)


SCENE II


The Throneroom.
Enter KING CLAUDIUS, GERTRUDE, HAMLET and COURT.
CLAUDIUS: Oi! You, Hamlet, give over!
HAMLET: Fuck off, won't you?
(Exit CLAUDIUS, GERTRUDE, COURT.)
HAMLET: (Alone) They could have fucking waited.
(Enter HORATIO.)
HORATIO: Oi! Watcha cock!
HAMLET: Weeeeey!
(Exeunt.)


SCENE III


Ophelia's Bedroom.
Enter OPHELIA and LAERTES.
LAERTES: I'm fucking off now. Watch Hamlet doesn't slip
you one while I'm gone.
OPHELIA: I'll be fucked if he does.
(Exeunt.)


SCENE IV


The Battlements.
Enter HORATIO, HAMLET and GHOST.
GHOST: Oi! Mush, get on with it!
HAMLET: Who did it then?
GHOST: That wanker Claudius. He poured fucking poison in
my fucking ear!
HAMLET: Fuck me!
(Exeunt.)


ACT II SCENE I


A corridor in the castle.
Enter HAMLET reading. Enter POLONIUS.
POLONIUS: Oi! You!
HAMLET: Fuck off, grandad!
(Exit POLONIUS. Enter ROSENCRANZ and GUILDENSTERN.)
ROS & GUILD: Oi! Oi! Mucca!
HAMLET: Fuck off, the pair of you!
(Exit ROS & GUILD.)
HAMLET: (Alone) To fuck or be fucked.
(Enter OPHELIA.)
OPHELIA: My Lord!
HAMLET: Fuck off to a nunnery!
(The exit in different directions.)


ACT III SCENE I


The Throne Room.
Enter PLAYERS and all COURT.
I PLAYER: Full thirty times hath Phoebus cart...
CLAUDIUS: I'll be fucked if I watch any more of this crap.
(Exeunt.)


SCENE II


Gertrude's Bedchamber.
Enter HAMLET, to GERTRUDE.
HAMLET: Oi! Slag!
GERTRUDE: Watch your fucking mouth, kid!
POLONIUS: (From behind the curtain) Too right.
HAMLET: Who the fuck was that?
(He stabs POLONIUS through the arras.)
POLONIUS: Fuck!
HAMLET: Fuck! I thought it was that other wanker.
(Exeunt.)


ACT IV SCENE I


A Court Room.
CLAUDIUS: Fuck off to England then!
HAMLET: Delighted, mush.


SCENE II


The Throne Room.
OPHELIA, GERTRUDE and CLAUDIUS.
OPHELIA: Here, cop a whack of this.
(She hands GERTRUDE some rosemary and exits.)
CLAUDIUS: She's fucking round the twist, isn't she?
GERTRUDE: (Looking out the window) There is a willow grows
aslant the brook.
CLAUDIUS: Get on with it, slag.
GERTRUDE: Ophelia's gone and fucking drowned!
CLAUDIUS: Fuck! Laertes isn't half going to be browned off.
(Exeunt.)


SCENE III


A Corridor.
LAERTES: (Alone) I'm going to fucking do this lot.
(Enter CLAUDIUS.)
CLAUDIUS: I didn't fucking do it, mate. It was that wanker
Hamlet.
LAERTES: Well, fuck him.


ACT V SCENE I


Hamlet's Bedchamber.
HAMLET and HORATIO seated.
HAMLET: I got this feeling I'm going to cop it, Horatio, and
you know, I couldn't give a flying fuck.
(Exeunt.)


SCENE II


Large Hall.
Enter HAMLET, LAERTES, COURT, GERTRUDE, CLAUDIUS.
LAERTES: Oi, wanker: let's get on with it.
HAMLET: Delighted, fuckface.
(They fight and both are poisoned by the poisoned
sword.)
LAERTES: Fuck!
HAMLET: Fuck!
(The QUEEN drinks.)
GERTRUDE: Fucking odd wine!
CLAUDIUS: You drunk the wrong fucking cup, you stupid cow!
HAMLET: (Pouring the poison down CLAUDIUS'S throat) Well,
fuck you!
CLAUDIUS: I'm fair and squarely fucked.
LAERTES: Oi, mush: no hard feelings, eh?
HAMLET: Yer.
(LAERTES dies.)
HAMLET: Oi! Horatio!
HORATIO: Yer?
HAMLET: I'm fucked. The rest is fucking silence.
(HAMLET dies.)
HORATIO: Fuck: that was no ordinary wanker, you know.
(Enter FORTINBRAS.)
FORTINBRAS: What the fuck's going on here?
HORATIO: A fucking mess, that's for sure.
FORTINBRAS: No kidding. I see Hamlet's fucked.
HORATIO: Yer.
FORTINBRAS: Fucking shame: fucking good bloke.
HORATIO: Too fucking right.
FORTINBRAS: Fuck this for a lark then. Let's piss off.
(Exeunt with alarums.)
Holly
2007-09-15 12:59:05 UTC
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Post by lackpurity
http://shakespeare.mit.edu/hamlet/hamlet.3.2.html
SCENE II. A hall in the castle.
[..]
Post by lackpurity
for there be of them that will themselves laugh, to
set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh
too; though, in the mean time, some necessary
that's villanous, and shows a most pitiful ambition
The clowns, the reprobates, will try to distract us from the truth,
from Sat Guru Bhakti. They will mock and laugh at it. The Master,
however, is raising questions, with his contrasts, asking us if we
want to stay in this pigpen of a world,
IRTA 'pigeon of a world'
THE SKINHEAD HAMLET
Shakespeare's play translated into modern English
Our hope was to achieve something like the effect of the New
English Bible -- Eds
ACT I SCENE I
The battlements of Elsinore Castle.
Enter HAMLET, followed by GHOST.
GHOST: Oi! Mush!
HAMLET: Yer?
GHOST: I was fucked!
(Exit GHOST.)
HAMLET: O Fuck.
(Exit HAMLET.)
SCENE II
The Throneroom.
Enter KING CLAUDIUS, GERTRUDE, HAMLET and COURT.
CLAUDIUS: Oi! You, Hamlet, give over!
HAMLET: Fuck off, won't you?
(Exit CLAUDIUS, GERTRUDE, COURT.)
HAMLET: (Alone) They could have fucking waited.
(Enter HORATIO.)
HORATIO: Oi! Watcha cock!
HAMLET: Weeeeey!
(Exeunt.)
SCENE III
Ophelia's Bedroom.
Enter OPHELIA and LAERTES.
LAERTES: I'm fucking off now. Watch Hamlet doesn't slip
you one while I'm gone.
OPHELIA: I'll be fucked if he does.
(Exeunt.)
SCENE IV
The Battlements.
Enter HORATIO, HAMLET and GHOST.
GHOST: Oi! Mush, get on with it!
HAMLET: Who did it then?
GHOST: That wanker Claudius. He poured fucking poison in
my fucking ear!
HAMLET: Fuck me!
(Exeunt.)
ACT II SCENE I
A corridor in the castle.
Enter HAMLET reading. Enter POLONIUS.
POLONIUS: Oi! You!
HAMLET: Fuck off, grandad!
(Exit POLONIUS. Enter ROSENCRANZ and GUILDENSTERN.)
ROS & GUILD: Oi! Oi! Mucca!
HAMLET: Fuck off, the pair of you!
(Exit ROS & GUILD.)
HAMLET: (Alone) To fuck or be fucked.
(Enter OPHELIA.)
OPHELIA: My Lord!
HAMLET: Fuck off to a nunnery!
(The exit in different directions.)
ACT III SCENE I
The Throne Room.
Enter PLAYERS and all COURT.
I PLAYER: Full thirty times hath Phoebus cart...
CLAUDIUS: I'll be fucked if I watch any more of this crap.
(Exeunt.)
SCENE II
Gertrude's Bedchamber.
Enter HAMLET, to GERTRUDE.
HAMLET: Oi! Slag!
GERTRUDE: Watch your fucking mouth, kid!
POLONIUS: (From behind the curtain) Too right.
HAMLET: Who the fuck was that?
(He stabs POLONIUS through the arras.)
POLONIUS: Fuck!
Ah the pivotal "Fuck" ... scatological to its core. A well-done
"Fuck!" nonetheless ~. <mirthful, Ha-ha-ing>
Post by j***@hushmail.com
HAMLET: Fuck! I thought it was that other wanker.
(Exeunt.)
ACT IV SCENE I
A Court Room.
CLAUDIUS: Fuck off to England then!
HAMLET: Delighted, mush.
SCENE II
The Throne Room.
OPHELIA, GERTRUDE and CLAUDIUS.
OPHELIA: Here, cop a whack of this.
(She hands GERTRUDE some rosemary and exits.)
CLAUDIUS: She's fucking round the twist, isn't she?
GERTRUDE: (Looking out the window) There is a willow grows
aslant the brook.
CLAUDIUS: Get on with it, slag.
GERTRUDE: Ophelia's gone and fucking drowned!
CLAUDIUS: Fuck! Laertes isn't half going to be browned off.
(Exeunt.)
SCENE III
A Corridor.
LAERTES: (Alone) I'm going to fucking do this lot.
(Enter CLAUDIUS.)
CLAUDIUS: I didn't fucking do it, mate. It was that wanker
Hamlet.
LAERTES: Well, fuck him.
ACT V SCENE I
Hamlet's Bedchamber.
HAMLET and HORATIO seated.
HAMLET: I got this feeling I'm going to cop it, Horatio, and
you know, I couldn't give a flying fuck.
(Exeunt.)
SCENE II
Large Hall.
Enter HAMLET, LAERTES, COURT, GERTRUDE, CLAUDIUS.
LAERTES: Oi, wanker: let's get on with it.
HAMLET: Delighted, fuckface.
(They fight and both are poisoned by the poisoned
sword.)
LAERTES: Fuck!
HAMLET: Fuck!
(The QUEEN drinks.)
GERTRUDE: Fucking odd wine!
CLAUDIUS: You drunk the wrong fucking cup, you stupid cow!
HAMLET: (Pouring the poison down CLAUDIUS'S throat) Well,
fuck you!
CLAUDIUS: I'm fair and squarely fucked.
LAERTES: Oi, mush: no hard feelings, eh?
HAMLET: Yer.
(LAERTES dies.)
HAMLET: Oi! Horatio!
HORATIO: Yer?
HAMLET: I'm fucked. The rest is fucking silence.
(HAMLET dies.)
HORATIO: Fuck: that was no ordinary wanker, you know.
(Enter FORTINBRAS.)
FORTINBRAS: What the fuck's going on here?
HORATIO: A fucking mess, that's for sure.
FORTINBRAS: No kidding. I see Hamlet's fucked.
HORATIO: Yer.
FORTINBRAS: Fucking shame: fucking good bloke.
HORATIO: Too fucking right.
FORTINBRAS: Fuck this for a lark then. Let's piss off.
(Exeunt with alarums.)-
Applauz!

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