Wednesday, February 08, 2006
In Which, As Best I Can, I Re-tell HAMLET
By Fred Wemyss
Things were uncomfortable at court. Claudius just knew it. He himself was rather comfortable, but he couldn't help but notice that Gertrude was rather less comfortable than he. In fact, he sensed that she was being made uncomfortable. Also, as a matter of fact, Claudius felt sure he knew who it was who was making her uncomfortable.
"Hamlet," he said, in an accepting voice, put on more for the benefit, or, rather, the neutralizing of his Queen, than for any effect it might have on the sullen Prince. "Hamlet, my sometime nephew and now my son ..."
Hamlet looked at him with the glint in his eyes which Claudius had come to conclude was going to be there from now on, whenever their eyes should meet.
"Hamlet!," continued Claudius, "How goes it with you?"
[Wemyss's interpretation ends here. Exeunt Omnes.]
Things were uncomfortable at court. Claudius just knew it. He himself was rather comfortable, but he couldn't help but notice that Gertrude was rather less comfortable than he. In fact, he sensed that she was being made uncomfortable. Also, as a matter of fact, Claudius felt sure he knew who it was who was making her uncomfortable.
"Hamlet," he said, in an accepting voice, put on more for the benefit, or, rather, the neutralizing of his Queen, than for any effect it might have on the sullen Prince. "Hamlet, my sometime nephew and now my son ..."
Hamlet looked at him with the glint in his eyes which Claudius had come to conclude was going to be there from now on, whenever their eyes should meet.
"Hamlet!," continued Claudius, "How goes it with you?"
[Wemyss's interpretation ends here. Exeunt Omnes.]
# posted by Fredwemyss @ 12:26 PM 
