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L.S. Stage from the back of the theatre.
he that is mad, and sent into
England. Hamlet :
Ay, marry ; why was he sent
into England ? Grave-digger :
Why, because he was mad :
he shall recover his wits there ;
or, if he do not, it's no great
matter there. Laughter.
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6 Canteen. M.S. Man sitting at table and talking over a cup of tea.
7 Canteen. Camera a little farther back to include the men he is talking to.
8 M.S. Hamlet on stage.
10
Canteen. As in 7.
An explosion rocks the house. The man's cup is upset. A commotion starts.
C.S. Hamlet, skull in hand.
Exterior. Men clearing rubble after the explosion.
Laughter dies away. 36
Man :
Well, if this is the launchingsite and that's the objective — two hundred miles between — and they launch one of those gadgets from here, rising at an angle of 45 degrees, to a height of 60 miles ; it travels at 300 m.p.h. —
— How long does it take to 1 1 reach the objective ? D'you know ?
Hamlet :
Nay, I know not. 34
Grave-digger :
A pestilence on him for a mad
rogue ! a' poured a flagon of
Rhenish on my head once.
This same skull, sir, was Yorick's
skull, the king's jester. Hamlet :
This? Grave-digger :
E'en that. Hamlet :
Let me see — Alas, poor Yorick !
Man : 17
Had to walk all the way home. A loud explosion is heard.
Hamlet : 47
Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your song ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that.
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