In the year 1204, on the evening of July 26, the new play "Hamlet" of "Rainbow Troupe" premiered.

Cast:

Son of the former King of Denmark, Hamlet-Elia Platier

The current king of Denmark and Hamlet's uncle, Claudius-Theodore

Queen of Denmark, Hamlet's mother, Jotrude Pririer

Former Minister, Polonius-Nicole

Polonius's daughter, Ophelia-Maurisia

Polonius's son, Leotis-Eugene

Officers, soldiers, crowds - Selene, Beauty, and so on (hey, how could we be etc. - BY Rainbow Troupe other actors)

Narration, interlude, ending song - Vita Clottide

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The second hand of the pocket watch ticks, and when the minute hand points to XII again, the hour hand also comes to the position of VIII.

The stage is dimly lit and the curtain is closed. Suddenly, a spotlight lit up, and a dazzling white light shot into the left corner of the stage. There, Yingying was a pretty young woman in a blue evening dress, elegant and a little demonic. The woman told the story in a lark-like voice:

"The story takes place in the Middle Ages, in a small country called Denmark, and not long ago, the king died"

The curtain opened, and it was the royal castle, and it was midnight, and young Francisco stood alone on the tower watching, probably because of the cold, and he shivered from time to time.

His friend Beneteau walked up to the tower, and it seemed that it was time for a shift change.

A white phantom fluttered up the tower, and it walked past the two guards in armor with the gait of a soldier, its face pale but full of anger.

"It's exactly what the late king looked like!"

"What kind of ghost are you, who dare to steal the majesty of the former king of Denmark when he set out on an expedition, and appear in the middle of the night? In the name of Heaven, I command you to speak! ”

"We ought to tell young Hamlet what we saw tonight; For by my life, this ghost, though he does not say a word to us, must have something to say when he sees him. Do you think that in the light of our friendship and responsibility, we should let him know about it? ”

The curtain closes, and the first act ends.

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When the curtain was lifted again, the original castle tower disappeared and was replaced by a majestic hall.

The new king and queen stand in the center, and beside them stand Hamlet, Polonius, Leotis, his courtiers, and his attendants.

King Claudius said in a low and mournful voice: "Although our dear brother Hamlet has not been mourned for a long time, and our hearts should be filled with sorrow, and our whole nation should express unanimous mourning, but we are so heavy that we cannot but go against our feelings, and we must remember him with modest sorrow on the one hand, and consider our own interests on the other; So, in a mood of joy and sorrow, with happiness and melancholy seizing my eyes, and with the funeral elegy and the wedding music playing at the same time, and with great joy offsetting the heavy misfortune, I have been married to my former eldest sister-in-law, the present queen, the common ruler of this troubled country; I have asked for your advice in advance on this marriage, and I must thank you for your sincere sponsorship. ”

After announcing all this, the king restrained his grief and turned to Hamlet: "My nephew Hamlet, my child—"

Now Hamlet is still immersed in the huge blow of losing his father, and his will is depressed. The narrator's voice also became low—"Unusual relatives, indifferent passers-by." ”

Faced with the retention of his uncle and mother, Hamlet forced a smile and agreed, but his mind was chaotic.

"I didn't think there would be such a thing! Just two months old! No, two months are not enough! Such a good king, compared to the present one, is simply a god and an ugly monster; My mother, who loved me so much, didn't want the wind to blow her face. Heaven and earth! Do I have to remember? Hey, she'll lean up beside him as if she had eaten something delicious, which boosted her appetite; However, with only one month to go, I couldn't think about it anymore! Vulnerable, your name is a woman! Short a month ago, she wept like a tearful child and buried my poor father; The shoes she wore at the funeral were not worn, and she was, she was—Goddess! An irrational brute would have grieved for a long time—she had married my uncle, my father's brother, but he was not at all like my father, just as I was not at all like Hercules. It was only a month before her eyes, which were filled with tears of hypocrisy, were red and swollen, and she was married. Ah, the sin of haste, so can't wait to get into the quilt! That's not a good thing, and it won't end well; But it's broken, my heart, for I must silence my mouth! ”

By the time he came to his senses, he had walked out of the castle, with the faithful Beneteau and Francesco standing in front of him.

"Your Highness, I think I saw your father last night."

"My father!"

"Don't be surprised, listen quietly as I tell you this strange thing, and Francisco can bear witness for me."

"My father's soul is clothed in armor! Something is not good; I think there must be a traitor's plot here. May the night come sooner! Wait quietly, my soul; Sinful deeds will one day be discovered, though all the dirt on the earth covers them. ”

Hamlet's eyes are burning with fire, and he is like a king who bravely faced his enemies.

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The scene changes again - a room in Polonius' house.

The sons and daughters of the powerful minister Polonius, Leotis and Ophelia, are saying goodbye.

Although Polonius was a treacherous courtier, his children were upright and kind.

Leotis, a handsome young man with a sense of justice, hung his sword, opened the door, and waved at his sister.

The innocent and beautiful Ophelia's mind was not on her brother who was going to France, and she said a little angrily: "Don't you still believe me? ”

Leotis said earnestly: "With Hamlet and his flirtation, you must recognize it as the impulse of the young man's affection, a violet of early spring that is precocious and easy to carve, rich and not lasting, a minute's fragrance and joy, and that's it." ”

Polonius also came.

"From now on, you still show less of your daughter's face; You should inflate your worth and don't let people think that you can be called at will. You should think of His Highness Hamlet as a young prince who has more freedom of action than you do. In short, Ophelia, do not believe his oaths, they are nothing more than prostitutes, the color and clothing of their hearts are completely different, and they only know how to tempt people to do some dirty things, just like the sanctimonious bustard mother, who only wants to achieve the purpose of deceiving people. That's all I have to say, in a nutshell, from now on, I will not allow you to chat with His Highness Hamlet whenever you have free time. Leave your mind alone. ”

"But is that so?" Ophelia muttered to herself, "Do you want to be a little more nervous?" ”

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It was still the same tower, and it was still silent, when Hamlet saw a ghost in military uniform.

"Now, Hamlet, listen to me; Most people think that when I was sleeping in the garden, a snake came and stung me to death, and this imaginary death deceived the whole of Denmark; But thou shalt know, good boy, that the serpent that poisoned thy father weareth a crown on his head. If you have a natural instinct, don't be silent, don't let the Danish royal bed become a couch for treacherous and hidden people. But no matter how you take revenge, don't do it to your mother! She will be judged by Heaven. I smell the morning air, goodbye, goodbye, Hamlet! Remember me, remember me! ”

"O gods of heaven! Oh earth! What's more? Am I going to cry out to hell? Ahh Bear with it, bear with it, my heart! The muscles and bones of my whole body, don't become old all of a sudden, and support my body! Remember you! Yes, my poor soul, I will remember you when the memory never fades from my confused mind. Remember you! yes, I will wipe out from the tablet of my memory all the records of trivial folly, all the aphorisms of all books, all the clichés, all the impressions of the past, the traces of my youth, and let your commands remain in the books of my brain, without any dirty scraps; Yes, Heaven bears witness for me! Ah, the most wicked woman! Ah, traitor, traitor, wicked traitor with a smile on his face! What about my notebook? I must write it down: a man can be a murderer in his bones, despite all the smiles on his face; At least I believe that's the case in Denmark. Okay, uncle, I'll write you down. Now I'm going to write down my motto, which is, 'Goodbye, goodbye!'" Remember me. I've sworn it. ”

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From this moment on, the young prince Hamlet went mad, both in the eyes of others and in his own eyes.

In the eyes of outsiders, the originally sunny and cheerful prince has become crazy, full of nonsense, and his memory is confused, and he can't even tell the difference between people. In his own eyes, the former upright and idealistic Hamlet is dead, replaced by an executioner who walks alone in the dark for revenge.

To live or to perish - this is a question that must be considered.

Which of the two acts is more noble, silently enduring the cruel poisoned arrows of fate, or standing up and ending this endless suffering?

Survive or Destroy! Destroy or live!

Walking alone in the darkness, the prince raised his head in pain, and slowly knelt down, lay down, and lay down, hysterical.

"Beautiful Ophelia! Ofelia...... Beautiful Ophelia...... Ophelia ......"

Yes, beautiful and kind Ophelia. This was once the pure land of the prince's heart, like a clear spring, bubbling through his heart. It's just that, for revenge, he can only treat her as a pawn and hurt her ruthlessly.

"I never loved you!"

When he utters these words, when Ophelia looks heartbroken, Hamlet falls into complete darkness and utterly insane.

By accident, he mistakenly killed Polognes, a henchman of King Claudius.

Unable to withstand the double blow of losing her lover and father, Ophelia becomes stupid and stupid - another madman in this world.

In addition to the madman, there is also Leotis who is determined to avenge his father - just like Prince Hamlet.

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"Zhang San and Li Si are walking all over the street, who is your lover? A felt hat in the head of the cane in the hand, a pair of straw sandals! Girl, girl, he's dead, and he's gone! Flowers on the head and tombstones below. The shroud is as white as snow on the top of the mountain, and flowers cover the mountain! ”

It's Ophelia's one-man show, humming a tune, singing inexplicable lyrics, and dancing under the moon.

"Shh......h No swear, I'll finish singing! By the name of the gods...... Young man shamelessly haunts scoundrels...... He said he had promised to marry me. ”

Singing and singing, she began to cry, crying very sadly.

"I hope it all ends well, but I can't help but cry at the thought that they're going to put him in the cold ground...... My good brother must know this...... Hey, the carriage! Good night, (beckoning) Good night, ladies and gentlemen, good night, good night......"

It's a pity that her always pure wish is destined to not come true.

"This is beautiful rosemary, for you! This is pansy, and this is funnel flower and fennel...... I'll keep it to myself! I wanted to send you a few violets, but as soon as my father died, they all withered......"

By the brook there was a willow that slanted, and she went there alone, and picked many flowers, and tried to make them into a strange wreath, and put the wreath on the branch, and as she was climbing up, the branch broke, and she fell into the water with the wreath, and her clothes were torn apart by the water, and for a moment she floated in the water like a man, and there was no pain at all, as if she were living in the water at all, and slowly, before she finished singing, her clothes were soaked with water, and she sank.

Perhaps only pure streams are worthy of burying this purest soul.

Beauty withered.

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A little candle flame, a dark room conspiracy.

The king who showed his hideous face and Leotis, who was also blinded by revenge.

"When Hamlet returns, I can have a few men praise you for your swordsmanship in front of him, and encourage him to fight with you, and you will hide a sharp sword in it while you are fighting, and you will be able to avenge your father."

"Yes, I can still apply some poison to the sword, and at that time, no amount of panacea will save him!"

"Let's think of a foolproof plan, you will definitely be thirsty when you compete with the sword, if he wants water to drink, I can prepare a cup of poisoned wine for him, in case he dodges your poisonous sword, as long as he dips into the wine, our goal can also be achieved."

The two of them, immersed in the conspiracy, did not notice the pale face of the queen who came to report it.

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The whole act ushered in the climax!

In the dueling arena, the duel between the Avengers.

Hamlet and Leotis are fist-to-fist.

"Forgive me, Leotis, I have offended you, but you are a noble young man, so please forgive me! Everyone here knew how I had been hurt by madness. Whatever I have done, hurt your honor and feelings, and provoked your anger, I declare that it is my madness. If this is the case, then Hamlet also belongs to the injured party. His madness is his enemy. In the presence of all people, I ask you to forgive me for my sins that are not intentional. ”

"Your words soothe my feelings, and it is this feeling that inspires me to seek revenge, but it is not about honor. So I don't want to reconcile with you unless some respected elder comes forward and says that my reputation will not be damaged. Now I would like to accept your kind offer and promise to live up to your kindness! ”

"I accept your sincerity and am willing to play with you. Come, take the sword! ”

Fist points, two of the best young men with swords against each other.

"Please!"

"Please, Your Highness!"

Raise your sword, thrust, and stagger.

Hamlet laughs because he has won the sword.

"Alright, come again!" For some reason, Leotis seemed a little out of shape.

"Wait! Hamlet, this glass of wine is yours, congratulations! The king raised his glass.

"Put it there first, and drink it when the game is over! Leotis, hard, hard! Don't—"

"Here we go!" Leotis raised his sword again.

"Come on! Yo Yo Yo ...... Hahaha...... "It's Hamlet again."

"I'll admit it, you hit!"

"Hamlet, come, come, my good son, take away the mother's handkerchief and wipe the sweat from her forehead!" The queen beckoned to her son.

"Thank you! My good mother! ”

"This glass of wine, the queen mother will drink it for you!" At this moment, the queen exudes a different kind of look.

"Don't drink! It's Hamlet's wine! "The king is in a hurry.

"Nope! Your Majesty, I want to drink. The queen raised her glass and drank it down, "Hamlet, my good son, congratulate you on your victory." ”

"Leotis, I think you're lost!" The king glanced at Leotis suspiciously.

This glance caused the latter to explode completely, and a sword stabbed Hamlet.

"Mmmmmm......mm Come on, come on! Come! Hamlet is provoked to ferocity and fights with Leotis, both of whom are scarred.

"Stop, I see them move!" The king, who had already achieved his goal, hurried to drink.

At that moment, the queen, who had been watching her son, fell.

"Queen, what's wrong with the Queen?"

"She saw the blood and fainted." The king hugged the queen and wanted to take her away.

However, the queen broke away, and with the last of her strength she walked up to the child and hugged him: "No! Hamlet! It's wine! Wine is poisonous! ”

Then, I closed my eyes.

"Ahhh Evil conspiracy! Evil conspiracy! Close the door! Find out the murderer! Shut the gates! Hamlet's eyes were red and he roared hysterically.

Leotistan, who knew that his fate was not long in the future, confessed everything: "The murderer is here!" Hamlet, you can't live yourself, the murder weapon is in your own hands, and the sharp tip of the sword is coated with poison! This trick, in turn, has hurt me. The queen, the queen was also poisoned! The king, it's all the king's idea! ”

Hamlet picks up his sword and staggers towards the king.

"Poison! Poison! Unleash your power! "The king, who had been defeated, drew his sword and fought to the death.

The two swords are intertwined, the king is dead, and Hamlet is also dying.

"Venerable Hamlet, let us forgive one another! I don't want you to kill me and my father, and don't blame me for killing you! Leotis, who had only one breath left, looked at the prince with a clear look in his eyes.

"May Heaven forgive you, Leotis. Farewell, Mother! ”

The prince's most loyal guard, Horace, knelt beside the prince and waited for the last commands of the lord.

"Horace, I'm going to die, please sacrifice the happiness of heaven for a while, stay in this cold world and tell me my story!"

“YesyourMajesty!”

At the end of the play, a sad aria sounds:

I believe that your words come from the heart, but we often eat our own words.

Volunteering is nothing but a slave to memory, always having a beginning and an end.

Like unripe fruit that spreads densely over the treetops, it will leave its branches when it is red and rotten.

It is better to leave the debt we owe to ourselves;

I made a vow in a moment of enthusiasm, my heart was cold, and my will was dissipated with the clouds.

Excessive joy and intense sadness can destroy the nature of feelings.

The sorrow and joy of the world are unprovoked, and the bitter crying has turned into a carnival in an instant.

There will be a day when the world will be destroyed, no wonder love will change with circumstances;

Who can answer this dumb riddle, is the situation created by love? Is love moving from place to place?

The great man who has lost his wealth has no relatives; The poor and sour enemies who are lucky are welcome.

This scorching world is the same in ancient and modern times: the rich courtyard is crowded with guests;

If you ask someone for help in the middle of the road, even if you know each other, you have to be a stranger.

Bringing our conversation back to the point, will fate often goes in opposite directions.

In the end, the determination will be overturned, and the outcome of the facts will always be unpredictable.

You think you won't marry again, but you're afraid that as soon as I die, you'll change your mind.