Li's path

Chapter 455 Hamlet
In 1204 of the Seven Lunar Calendar, on the evening of July 7, the new play "Hamlet" by "Rainbow Troupe" premiered.

Cast:

Son of the former King of Denmark, Hamlet - Ilia Platijer

The current king of Denmark, Hamlet's uncle, Claudius - Theodore
Queen of Denmark, Hamlet's mother, Gertrude-Plier

Lord Chancellor, Polonius-Nicole
Polonius' Daughter, Ophelia - Mauricia
Laertes, son of Polonius, Eugene

Officers, Soldiers, Crowds - Celine, Xiuli and etc.

Narration, Interlude, Ending Theme - Vita Clotilde

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The second hand of the pocket watch ticked, and when the minute hand pointed to XII again, the hour hand also reached the position of VIII.

The lights on the stage were dimmed, and the curtain was closed.Suddenly, a spotlight was turned on, and a dazzling white light shot to the left corner of the stage.There, Yingying was a beautiful young woman in a blue evening dress, with a touch of magic in her elegance.The woman told the story in a lark-like voice:
"The story takes place in the Middle Ages, in a small country called Denmark. Not long ago, the king passed away"

The curtain opened, and here was the Royal Castle. It was midnight, and the young Francisco was standing alone on the tower to watch. It might be because of the cold weather that he shivered from time to time.

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

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

"Exactly what the late king looked like!"

"What kind of ghost are you, dare to usurp the majestic and majestic appearance of the former king of Denmark when he went out to war, and appear in such a late night? In the name of heaven, I command you to speak!"

"We ought to tell young Hamlet what we have seen to-night; for by my life this ghost, though he shall say nothing to us, must have something to say when he sees him. You think that according to our Speaking of friendship and responsibility, shouldn’t he be informed about this?”

The curtain closes, and the first act ends.

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When the curtain opened again, the original castle tower disappeared, replaced by a majestic hall.

The new king and queen stand in the center, flanked by Hamlet, Polonius, Laertes, ministers and attendants.

King Claudius said in a deep and mournful voice: "Although our dear brother Hamlet has just died, our hearts should be filled with sorrow, and our whole country should express unanimous condolences, but we are afraid After all, the responsibility of the deceased is so great that we have to go against our feelings and nature. On the one hand, we must commemorate him with appropriate sorrow, but on the other hand, we must also consider our own interests; Divide my two eyes, the funeral elegy and the wedding sheng music are played simultaneously, offset the heavy misfortune with the grand joy, I have been with my old elder sister-in-law, the current queen, this troubled country The co-rulers of our country, we are married; this marriage has been consulted in advance, and I would like to thank you for your sincere sponsorship. This is what I must thank you for.”

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

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

Facing the persuasion of his uncle and mother, Hamlet forced a smile and agreed, but his mind was full of confusion.

"I don't think such a thing can happen! Just two months dead! No, two months is not enough! Such a good king is a god and a monster compared with the present one; a mother who loves me so much, even Yu didn't want to let the wind hurt her face. Heaven and earth! Do I have to remember? Hey, she would lean against him, as if she had eaten delicious food, and her appetite was especially stimulated; but, only A month's time, I can't go on thinking about it! Fragility, thy name is woman! A short month ago, she wept like a tearful man to my poor father's burial; she was at the funeral Before the shoes that I wore when they were worn out, she would, she would—goddess! An irrational brute should grieve longer—she would marry my uncle, my father's brother, but He's nothing like my father, any more than I'm like Hercules. And in a month's time, before her red, swollen eyes, with false tears, she's married. Ah, Sinful haste, such eagerness to get under the quilt of fuckin'! That's no good, and no good will come of it; but break it, my heart, for I must keep my mouth shut!"

When he came back to his senses, he had already walked out of the castle, with the faithful Bernardo and Francisco standing in front of him.

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

"My father!"

"Don't be surprised, please listen quietly to me telling you this miracle, and Francisco can be my witness."

"My father's soul is in armor! Something is wrong; I think there must be some villain in it. May the night come sooner! Wait, my soul; evil deeds will one day come found, though all the earth on the ground covered them."

There is fire burning in Hamlet's eyes, and at this moment he is like a king who bravely faced the enemy.

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

Laertes and Ophelia, the sons and daughters of the lord Polonius, are saying goodbye.

Although Polonius is a treacherous jester, his children are upright and kind.

The handsome young man with a sense of justice, Laertes hung his sword, opened the door, and waved to his sister.

The innocent and beautiful Ophelia was not thinking about her brother who was going to France. She said angrily, "Don't you believe me?"

Laertes said earnestly: "As for Hamlet and his flirting and flattery, you must regard it as a momentary emotional impulse of young people. A violet in early spring is precocious and easy to carve, fragrant but not long-lasting. One minute Fragrance and joy, that's all."

Polonius also came.

"From now on, you should show less of your daughter's face; you should raise your value, and don't let people think that you can call at will. As for Your Highness Hamlet, you should think so, he is a young man. Prince, he has more liberty of action than you. In a word, Ophelia, don't believe his vows, they are nothing but procurers, with a heart quite different from their clothes, who only know how to seduce people to do dirty things It's just like a sanctimonious bawd who just wants to deceive others. This is the end of my words, in a word, from now on, I won't allow you to chat with Your Royal Highness Hamlet whenever you have time. You Be careful."

"But that's all?" said Ophelia to herself. "Be careful?"

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On the same tower, when there was no one there, Hamlet saw a ghost in uniform.

"Now, Hamlet, listen to me; it is generally supposed that a snake came and stung me while I was sleeping in the garden, and this imaginary death has fooled the whole of Denmark; but will you Know, good boy, the serpent that poisoned your father has a crown on his head. If you have the will, do not be silent, and do not let the royal bed of Denmark become a couch for treachery. But whatever vengeance you take, do not Thy mother strikes! She will be judged by heaven. I seem to smell the morning air. Good-bye, good-bye, Hamlet! Remember me, remember me!"

"O gods in heaven! O earth! What else is there? Shall I cry out to hell again? Oh, bah! Bear up, bear up, my heart! Don't all my bones and muscles become suddenly Aging, sustain my body! Remember you! Yes, my poor ghost, I will remember you when the memory never fades from my confused mind. Remember you! Yes, I To wipe from the tablet of my memory all trivial and stupid records, all maxims in books, all clichés, all past impressions, traces of my youthful experience, and let only your commands remain In the volumes of my mind, let not meddle with the cheap stuff; yea, heaven is my witness! O most vicious woman! O traitor, traitor, wicked traitor with a smile on her face! My diary What about the book? I must write it down: a man can smile all over his face and be a murderous traitor at heart; at least I believe it is so in Denmark. (writing) Well, uncle, I have you written down. Now I'm going to put down my motto which is, 'Farewell, goodbye! Remember me.' I've sworn it."

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

In the eyes of outsiders, the originally sunny and cheerful prince became crazy, full of nonsense, memory disorder, and he couldn't even tell people apart.In his own eyes, the upright and ideal Hamlet was dead, replaced by an executioner walking alone in the dark for revenge.

To be or not to be - that is the question that must be considered.

Which is nobler, to suffer silently the poisonous arrows of fate, or to stand up and put an end to this endless suffering?

To be or not to be!Destroy or survive!
The prince walking alone in the dark raised his head in pain, then knelt down, lay down, and lay down slowly, hysterical.

"Beautiful Ophelia! Ophelia...beautiful Ophelia...Ophelia..."

Yes, beautiful and kind Ophelia.This used to be the pure land in the prince's heart, like a clear spring flowing through his heart.However, for revenge, he could only treat her as a pawn and hurt her cruelly.

"I never loved you!"

When he said these words, when Ophelia showed a heartbroken expression, Hamlet fell into darkness and went crazy.

By accident, he mistakenly killed Polonius, the confidant of King Claudius.

Ophelia, who couldn't bear the double blow of losing her lover and father, became foolish—there was another lunatic in the world.

In addition to the madman, there is also Laertes 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? Felt hat on head, cane in hand, and a pair of straw sandals! Girl, girl, he is dead, gone forever! There are flowers on his head, and a gravestone under it. The shroud is as white as The top of the mountain is covered with snow, and the mountain is covered with flowers!"

This is Ophelia's one-man show. She hums a ditty, sings inexplicable lyrics, and dances lightly under the moon.

"Hush...don't swear, I'll finish singing! By the name of the gods...the young man is shamelessly pestering rascals...he said he promised to marry me."

As she sang, she began to cry, crying very sadly.

"I hope this all has a good ending, but I can't help but cry when I think they will put him in the cold ground... My good brother must know this thing must know... Hey , carriage! Good night, (waving) Ladies and gentlemen, good night, good night..."

Unfortunately, her wish of always being pure and beautiful is doomed to fail to come true.

"Here is beautiful rosemary, for you! Here are pansies, and here are funnel flowers and fennel. . . Keep them to myself! I would have sent you some violets, but when my father died, they It all withered away..."

By the creek, there was a willow plant growing obliquely. She went there alone and picked many flowers, trying to weave them into a strange wreath, and put the wreath on that branch, just as she climbed up. When the tree branch broke, she fell into the water together with the garland, her clothes were torn apart by the water, and she floated in the water like a human for a while without any pain, as if she was living in the water at all. Slowly, before she finished singing, her clothes were soaked in water and sank.

Perhaps only a pure stream is worthy of burying the purest soul.

Beauty withers.

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A little candlelight, plotting in a dark room.

The king with a hideous face and Laertes who was also blinded by revenge.

"When Hamlet comes back, I can ask some people to praise your sword skills in front of him, and encourage him to compete with you. You can hide a sharp sword in it during the sword competition, and you can replace your father. Revenge."

"Yes, I can still put some poison on the sword. At that time, no panacea can save him!"

"Let's think of another perfect plan. You will definitely be thirsty when you are fighting swords. If he wants water, I can prepare a glass of poisoned wine for him. In case he escapes your poisonous sword, as long as he touches the wine , our goal can also be achieved.”

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

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The whole act ushered in a climax!

In the arena, the duel between the Avengers.

Hamlet and Laertes faced each other with fists.

"Forgive me, Laertes, I offended you, but you are a noble young man, so please forgive me! Everyone here knows how I have been plagued by madness. Whatever I do, hurt Thy honour, and affection, have aroused thy wrath, and I profess that it was my madness. If so, Hamlet is also the victim. His madness is his enemy. In the presence of all I I beg you to forgive me for my unintentional sin."

"Your words soothed my feelings, which motivated me to take revenge, but there is no honor involved. So I don't want to make peace with you, unless some respectable elder intervenes and says Nothing will be lost to my reputation. Now I accept your kindness and promise to live up to your kindness!"

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

Fists were divided, and the two most outstanding young men faced each other with swords.

"please!"

"Please, Your Highness!"

Straighten the sword, stab, and pass by.

Hamlet laughed, for he had succeeded in the sword.

"Okay, come again!" For some reason, Laertes seemed a little out of shape.

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

"Put it there first, drink it after the game! Laertis, work hard, work hard! Don't—"

"Coming!" Laertes raised his sword and went up again.

"Come on! Yo Yo Yo... Hahaha..." It was Hamlet who succeeded again.

"I admit it, you hit it!"

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

"Thank you! My good mother!"

"This glass of wine, the queen mother will drink it for you!" The queen at this moment showed a different look.

"Don't drink it! This is Hamlet's wine!" The king was anxious.

"No! Your Majesty, I want to drink." The queen raised the glass and drank it down. "Hamlet, my dear son, congratulations on your victory."

"Laertis, I think you are doomed!" The king gave Laertes a sinister look.

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

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...Come!! Come!!" Hamlet was aroused fiercely, and he fought with Laertes, both of them were bruised.

"Stop it, I saw them start to move!" The king, who had achieved his goal, hurriedly stopped.

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

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

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

But the queen broke away, and with the last of her strength she went to the child and hugged him: "No! Hamlet! It's wine! There is poison in the wine!"

Then, closed his eyes.

"Ahh! Evil conspiracy! Evil conspiracy! Close the door! Find the murderer! Close the city gate!" Hamlet roared hysterically with red eyes.

Laertis, who knew he was about to die, confessed everything: "The murderer is here! Hamlet, you can't live, the murder weapon is in your own hand, and the sharp sword tip is coated with poison! This The treacherous scheme also harmed me in turn. The queen, the queen was also poisoned to death! The king, it was all the king's idea!"

Hamlet raised his sword and staggered towards the king.

"Poison! Poison! Use your strength!" The king, who knew he was defeated, pulled out his sword and made a desperate fight.

The two swords interlaced, the king died, and Hamlet was dying.

"My lord Hamlet, let us forgive each other! I don't want you to kill me and my father, and don't blame me for killing you!" Laertes, who had only breath left, looked at the prince with clear eyes.

"May heaven forgive you, Laertes. Farewell, mother!"

The prince's most loyal guard, Horatio knelt beside the prince, waiting for his lord's last command.

"Horatio, I'm going to die, please temporarily sacrifice the happiness of heaven, and stay in this cruel world to tell me my story!"

"Yes your Majesty!"

At the end of the play, a sad aria rang out:
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 beginning and ending, anticlimactic.

Like unripe fruit densely covering the treetops, once they turn red and rotten, they will leave the branches.

Our debts to ourselves are better left behind;
I made a vow in a moment of enthusiasm, but when my heart became cold, the will disappeared with the clouds.

Excessive joy and intense sorrow will destroy the nature of emotion.

The sorrows and joys in the world change for no reason, and the crying turns into a carnival in an instant.

The world will also be destroyed one day, so why is love changing with the situation;
Who can solve this riddle that the world is made of love?Is love moving from place to place?
The great man who loses his fortune has no friends;

This hot and cold world is the same from ancient to modern: the rich gates are crowded with guests;

If you ask someone for help when you are in poverty, even if you are a close friend, you should feel sympathetic to a stranger.

Bringing our conversation back to this topic, will and destiny often run counter to each other.

Determination will be overthrown in the end, and the results of the facts are always unpredictable.

You think you won't remarry yourself, you're afraid you'll change your mind if I die.

(End of this chapter)