The Laurence Olivier Awards 1997 Page #3
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Not two.
So excellent a king that was to this
Hyperion to a satyr,
so loving to my mother that he
might not suffer the winds of heaven...
visit her face
too roughly.
Heaven and earth.
Must I remember?
Why she would hang on him
as if increase of appetite...
had grown by what
it fed on.
And yet, within a month-
Let me not think on it.
Frailty, thy name
is woman.
A little month, or ere
those shoes were old,
with which she followed
my poor fathers body-
like Niobe, all tears.
Why, she-
Even she-
Oh, God, a beast that wants discourse
of reason would have mourned longer.
Marriage with my uncle.
My fathers brother, but no more
like my father than I to Hercules.
Within a month,
she married.
Oh, most wicked speed, to post with
such dexterity to incestuous sheets.
It is not, nor it
cannot come to good.
But break, my heart,
for I must hold my tongue.
My necessaries
are embarked.
Farewell.
And sister, as the winds give benefit
and convoy is assistant,
do not sleep, but let me
hear from you.
Do you doubt that?
For Hamlet, and the trifling
of his favor,
hold it a fashion
and a toy in blood,
a violet in the youth
of primy nature,
forward,
not permanent,
sweet,
not lasting.
The perfume and suppliance
of a minute,
no more.
- No more, but so?
- Think it no more.
Perhaps he
loves you now,
but you must fear his greatness
weighed, his will is not his own.
For he himself
is subject to his birth.
He may not, as unvalued persons do,
carve for himself.
For on his choice
depends the safety...
and the health
of this whole state.
Then weigh what loss
your honor may sustain...
if with too willing ear
you list his songs...
or lose your heart...
to his unmastered importunity.
Be wary, then.
Best safety
lies in fear.
I shall the effect
of this good lesson keep...
as watchman
to my heart.
But, good my brother, do not
as some ungracious pastors do...
show me the steep
and thorny way to heaven...
whilst like a puffed
and reckless libertine...
himself the primrose path of dalliance
treads and minds not his own creed.
Oh, fear me not.
But here my father comes.
I stay too long.
Yet here, Laertes.
Aboard, aboard, for shame!
The wind sits in the shoulder
of your sail and you are stayed for.
There, my blessing
with thee.
And these few precepts
in thy memory look thou character.
Give thy thoughts no tongue nor any
unproportioned thought his act.
Be thou familiar,
but by no means vulgar.
Those friends thou hast,
grapple them to thy soul
with hoops of steel,
but do not dull thy palm
with entertainment...
of each new-hatched,
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