Mistress! Hello, mistress! I bet she’s fast asleep. Juliet! Hello my lamb! My lady! Darn it, you sleepyhead! Love! Madam! Sweetheart! Why don’t you answer, bride! Not even one word? Well get your rest now, sleep for a week. I bet you that the next night you won’t get much sleep with Count Paris. God forgive me, she’s sound asleep! I have to wake her up. Madam, madam, madam! Oh, let the count take you in your bed, I’m sure he’ll wake you up. Will you not wake up?
Hang on, take these keys and go get more spices, nurse.
They’re telling me they need some dates and quinces for the pastry.
Come on, up, everyone get going! The rooster’s crowed, the curfew bell has been rung, and it’s 3am. Go get the baked meats, good Angela. Don’t spare any cost.
Go on, you old micromanaging nag, go get some sleep. I swear you’ll feel sick tomorrow after staying up all night tonight.
Yes, those clothes would be best. But my gentle nurse, please, leave me by myself tonight. I have many prayers to make in order to get heaven to smile on my coming marriage, for as you well know I’ve been contrary and sinful.
Hey, are you busy now? Do you need my help?
No, Mother, we’ve collected the clothes I’ll need for the wedding tomorrow.
Invite exactly as many guests as are written down here.
You, boy, go hire me twenty skilled cooks.
You won’t have any bad cooks, sir. I’ll test them to see if they can lick their fingers.
How is that test supposed to work?
On Thursday, sir? That’s very very soon.
Lord Capulet, my future father-in-law, wants it to be that way, and I’m not anxious to slow him down.
You said that you don’t know what the lady thinks. This path to marriage seems unstable. I don’t like this.
Now, you must accept my innocence and count me as a friend. You’ve heard that the man who killed your noble father also tried to kill me.
That certainly appears to be the case. But, tell me: Why didn’t you prosecute such serious offenses? They’re death penalty crimes, and threats to your own safety and power, for which your good judgement should have stirred you to act.
Who wishes to speak with me?
Sailors, sir. They say that they have letters for you.
Let them come in.
God bless you, sir.
Let him bless you also.
I won’t speak with her.
She’s insistent and very distressed. She deserves your pity.
What does she want?
Go, Captain, and give the Danish King my greetings. Tell him that, based on our previous agreement, Prince Fortinbras seeks authorization to march his army across Denmark. You know where to meet up with us. Also, let the Danish King know that, if he wants anything from me, it would be my duty to grant it to him.
I’ll do that, my lord.
[To his soldiers] Go slowly on.
I‘ve sent people to find him and the body. How dangerous it is, that Hamlet’s running loose! Yet I can’t have him charged with the murder; the general public adores him. The masses don’t judge us objectively, but by our public image. They would only see Hamlet’s punishment and not his crime. To handle this smoothly, it must appear as if his trip had been planned for some time. Desperate situations call for desperate measures. [Enter Rosencrantz.] What’s happened now?
