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Sunday, July 2, 2000 21:32
“I apologize for boring you with yet another extract from the works of Shakespeare, whose fans never tire of dragging out another ‘heretofore undiscovered’ folio, quarto, or broadside pressman’s proof copy and tirelessly analyzing the hidden meaning of some of the earlier ‘unknown’ editions of his plays. Shakespeare, as we all know, was constantly changing the plots lines, motives, and characters in his plays – in order to suit the politics of the times, the fancy of the paying aristocracy, the constraints of his budget or the limitations of his players.
“This recently discovered folio edition of Hamlet follows other known versions closely until Act V, Scene II, where it begins to diverge at line 232, as will be seen…”
| King: | ‘...Now the king drinks to Hamlet.’
Come, begin, And your the judges, bear a wary eye |
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| Trumpets sound. Hamlet and Laertes take their stations | ||
| Hamlet: | Come on, sir. | |
| Laertes: | Come, my lord. | |
| Enter Fred, Daphne, Velma, Shaggy, and Scooby | ||
| Daphne: | Wait! | |
| Shaggy: | Stop the fight! | |
| Hamlet and Laertes put up their foils | ||
| King: | I like this not. Say wherefore you do speak? | |
| Fred: | Good lord, I pray thee, let thy anger wait. For we, in seeking clues, have found the truth |
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| Velma: | The first clue came from Elsinore’s high
walls, Where, so said Hamlet, Hamlet’s ghost did walk. Yet though the elder Hamlet met his death, And perforce hath been buried in the ground, ‘Tis yet true one would not expect a ghost To carry mud upon his spectral boots. Yet mud did Shaggy and his most faithful hound Espy, with foots leading to a drop. This might, at first, indeed bespeak a ghost... Until, when I did seek for other answers, I found a great, wide cloth of deepest black Discarded in the moat of Elsinore. ‘Tis clear, the “ghost” used this to slow his fall While darkness rendered him invisible. |
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| Fred: | The second clue we found, my lord, was this. | |
| King: | It seems to me a portrait of my brother In stainéd glass, that sunlight may shine through. |
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| Fred: | But see, my lord, when placed before a lantern-- | |
| King: | My brother’s ghost! | |
| Hamlet: | My father! | |
| Velma: | Nay, his image | |
| Fred: | In sooth, that image caught the Prince’s
eye When he went to confront his lady mother. Nor did his sword pierce poor Polonius. For Hamlet’s blade did mark the castle wall Behind the rent made in the tapestry. Polonius was murdered by another. The knife which killed him entered from behind. |
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| Laertes: | But who? | |
| Fred: | Indeed my lords, that you shall see. | |
| Hamlet: | And if this ghost was naught but light and air, Then what of that which I did touch and speak to? |
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| The Ghost enters. | ||
| Ghost: | Indeed, my son. | |
| Shaggy: | Zoinks! | |
| Daphne: | Jenkies! | |
| Ghost: | Mark them not. Thou hast neglected thy duty far too long. Shall this, my murderer, live on unharmed? Must I remain forever unavenged? |
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| Scooby and Shaggy run away from the Ghost. Scooby, looking backward, runs into a tapestry, tearing it down. As a result, tapestries around the walls collapse, one surrounding the Ghost. | ||
| Ghost: | What? | |
| Fred: | Good Osiric, pray restrain that “ghost", That we may reach the bottom of the matter. Now let us see who truly walked tonight. |
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| Fred removes the helm and the disguise from the Ghost’s face. | ||
| All: | ‘Tis Fortinbras! | |
| Fred: | The valiant prince of Norway! | |
| Fortinbras: | Indeed it is, and curses on you all! This Hamlet’s father brought my own to death, And cost me all my rightful heritage. And so I killed this king, and hoped his son Would prove no obstacle to Norway’s crown. Then Claudius bethought himself the killer (As if one might be poisoned through the ear!) The brother, not the son, took Denmark’s throne, And held to Norway with a tighter grip. I swore an end to Denmark’s royal house. I spoke to Hamlet of his uncle’s crimes. Then killed Polonius to spark Laertes This day, with poisons aid, all might have died, And Denmark might have come to me as well As my beloved Norway and revenge. My scheme blinded them all, as if by fog But for these medd’ling kids, and this their dog. |
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| King: | The villain stands confessed. Now let us go. For much remains to be discussed. And suitable rewards must needs be found For these, our young detectives and their hound. |
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| Exeunt Omnes. | ||
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