Franco Zeffirelli: The Art of Entertainment Page #2

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and you yourself shall keep the key of it.

What is it, Ophelia, he hath said to you?

So please you,

something touching the Lord Hamlet.

Marry, well bethought.

'Tis told me, he hath very oft of late

given private time to you.

He hath, my lord, of late

made many tenders of his affection to me.

Affection?

Do you believe his tenders,

as you call them?

I do not know, my lord,

what I should think.

I will teach you.

Tender yourself more dearly.

My lord, he hath importuned me with love

in honorable fashion.

Ay, fashion you may call it. Go to!

And hath given countenance to his speech

with almost all the holy vows of heaven.

Ay, springes to catch woodcocks.

I do know, when the blood burns, how

prodigal the soul lends the tongue vows.

I would not, in plain terms,

from this time forth...

have you give words

or talk with the Lord Hamlet.

Look to it, I charge you! Come your ways.

I shall obey, my lord.

Hail to your lordship!

Horatio, or I do forget myself.

- How fare you, sirs?

- My lord.

I am very glad to see you.

But what, in faith,

make you from Wittenberg?

- A truant's disposition, good my lord.

- I would not hear your enemy say so.

I know you are no truant.

But what is your affair in Elsinore?

My lord, I came to see

your father's funeral.

I pray thee, do not mock me,

fellow student.

I think it was to see my mother's wedding.

Indeed, my lord, it followed hard upon.

Thrift, Horatio.

The funeral baked meats did

coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.

Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven

ere ever I had seen that day, Horatio.

My father, methinks I see my father.

I saw him once. He was a goodly king.

He was a man, take him for all in all.

I shall not look upon his like again.

My lord...

I think I saw him yesternight.

Saw? Who?

My lord, the king your father.

The king, my father?

Season your admiration for a while

with an attent ear...

till I may deliver, upon the witness

of these gentlemen, this marvel to you.

For God's love, let me hear.

Two nights together

had these gentlemen...

in the dead waste and middle of the night,

been thus encountered:

A figure like your father

appears before them.

Thrice he walked by

their oppressed and fear-surprised eyes...

within their truncheon's length...

whilst they, distilled almost to jelly

with the act of fear...

stand dumb and speak not to him.

This to me in dreadful secrecy

impart they did...

and I with them

the third night kept the watch...

where, as they had delivered,

both in time, form of the thing...

each word made true and good,

the apparition comes.

I knew your father.

These hands are not more like.

- But where was this?

- Upon the platform where we watch.

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