Act 3, Scene 1
Archana Chaudhary, Linta R
Sweet Gertrude, leave us too;
For we have closely sent for
Hamlet hither,
That he, as 'twere by accident,
may here
affront Ophelia.
Claudius: Gertrude, my love, Polonius and I have a plan.
As you know, Hamlet is in love with Ophelia. His love has made him mad,
I think.
Her father and myself, lawful espials
Will so bestow ourselves that, seeing unseen,
We may of their encounter frankly judge
And gather by him, as he is behaved,
If't be the affliction of his love or no,
That thus he suffers for.
Claudius: We have secretly sent for Hamlet and we’re going to listen,
secretly, while Hamlet and Ophelia talk. We want to understand
what’s wrong with the Prince.
I shall obey
you.
And for your part, Ophelia,
I do wish
That your good beauties
be the happy cause
Of Hamlet's wildness.
Gertrude: I shall obey you, and you Ophelia, I hope you can help my son. My
dear, if you love him, perhaps he will get better.
Ophelia: I hope so, my lady.
Madam, I
wish it
may.
To be or not
to be: that is
the question.
Hamlet: To be or not to be, that is the question: to go on living, fighting against
this sea of troubles, or to die and end everything?
The fair
Ophelia!
My lord, how does
your honor for this
many a day?
Hamlet: Oh, beautiful Ophelia!
Ophelia: My lord, are you well?
I humbly thank
you; well, well,
well.
Hamlet: very well, thank you.
My lord, I have
remembrance of yours,
that I have longed long to
re-deliver; I pray you,
now receive them.
Ophelia: My lord, you have given me some presents, I want to give them back.
My honor’d lord, you
know right well you did;
and with them words of
so sweet breath compos’d
As made the thing more
rich.
No, not I; I
never gave you
aught.
Hamlet: No. I never gave you anything.
Ophelia: My lord, you know that’s not true. You sent letters, too, with beautiful words
that made the presents even sweeter.
I did love you
once.
Indeed, my
lord, you
made me
believe so.
Hamlet: Perhaps, I loved you once.
Ophelia: You did my lord. You did.
I loved you not.
I was the
more
deceived.
Hamlet: But perhaps not. No, I never loved you.
Ophelia: Please don’t say that!
Get thee to a nunnery:
why wouldst thou be a
breeder of sinners?
Where’s your father?
Hamlet: Love is nothing Ophelia. Get yourself to convent or you will give birth to
sinners as your father. Where is your father?
At
home,
my lord.
Let the doors be shut
upon him, that he
may play the fool no
where but in’s own
house. Farewell.
Ophelia: He is at home my lord.
Hamlet: Lock him inside a room so that his sins doesn’t affect the outside world.
Remember go to nunnery as soon as possible and live your life in a convent. Now,
Farewell.
O, help him,
you sweet
heavens!
Restore him!
Ophelia: Oh god. What happened to him? He was a good, kind man, and he loved
me. Why has he changed so much? O, help him, you sweet heavens.
Love? His affections do not
that way tend;
Nor what he spake, though
it lack'd form a little,
Was not like madness.
Claudius: Is he in love? Is he mad? I’m not sure, Polonius, But something is wrong. I’m
worried, Polonius. Hamlet is the Prince. If he goes on saying these strange
things, it will be dangerous for all of us.
I have in quick
determination
Thus set it down: he shall
with speed to England
For the demand of our
neglected tribute.
It shall do
well.
Claudius: If he leaves Denmark for a while, perhaps he will get better. Visiting a different
country will be good for him. I’m going to send him away, Polonius. I’m going
to send him to England.
Polonius: Very well, my lord.
Now that it
is decided,
we will go.