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Hamlet (Lead)

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Casting a reading for "Hamlet Resurrected," a sequel to Shakespeare's Hamlet. This will be performed before a large audience that is to include key people from the industry.

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Male, ages 18-40, Caucasian

Role Description

Hamlet: (Lead) the hunted angst ex-Prince of Denmark.

Hamlet Resurrected - from Act 3, Scene 1

GHOST: Remember… Remember… Remember… Remembahhhh, Hah, hahhhhhhhhh! Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, haieeeeeee, heh, hee, heh, heeeeeeeeeeee!

(The voices and the loud volume of the fire abruptly cease, as HAMLET, with his eyes opened wildly, suddenly rises – with his broth still untouched and sitting on the small table beside him – steps to the window, looks out and says emphatically…)

HAMLET: Visions, visions, visions! Good man, good man, friend knave! Where be thy gibes and bits. Tell me something, anything. Tell me…

GRAVEROBBER #2: Whitsun Day.


GRAVEROBBER #2: ‘Tis Whitsun Day, sir! The seven weeks of feastin’s over; Easter’s at an end; and were it not for them murderin’ troops of Norway killin’ as they will, there’d be picnics aplenty in every part of Frederiksdal forest!

HAMLET: Whitsun Day?

GRAVEROBBER #2: Aye, the day His Almighty Presence fills the Earth. There be somethin’ FORTINBRAS can’t take away!

Now, if you’ll pardon me, sir; we’ll be needin’ more wood. Let me fetch us some and I’ll be back in a pip. Pardon. Pardon. (Exits the room.)

HAMLET: Whitsun Day? Whitsun Day? Shall all the world go free while I remain enchained on Whitsun Day? The beggar and thief, the harlot and the murderer; the dregs of Earth shall have the ear of God? Outcast? Outcast into this corner with this flame? Eternal solitude unwanted and begun?

Hope conceived but I am barren, floods appear but I am dry. Love is felt but I am hated, hounded, barred in prison fields to fly away from… me.

Whitsun Day. O’ why must it be Whitsun Day? O’ I could wipe away my birth, and once ignored my destined death. I could hide within the bowels of Grindel’s cave, but not from thee. Not… from thee!

My illusion is that I am mortal, my delusion is my tears, my paradox is that I live to die and then to rise and meet my fears. I breathe but I am choking, I gasp for air but there is none. I seek for pity but in the heart of man and God and demons there is none. None!

Whitsun Day, which nobles disregard; while peasants ride its wings beyond. Whitsun Day, how oft I flung away thy offered joys; when Heaven touched my soul, and I… I pulled away the shoulder.

Whitsun Day, o’ Whitsun Day. Treasure stolen from the hangman; trophies snatched from demon hands; King Vengeance writ in weakness as the blessed rise from the damned; all and all on this one day, and yet not I. Fitted and fettered before the light of darkness; I am bound unto this flame!

The axe falls, the noose recoils, the villain wins, and I am spoiled. I the most abhorred, abhorred, abhorred on… Whitsun Day!

(HAMLET should now be standing a few feet away from the chimney fire, at a 90 degree angle to it, staring directly in front of himself at either the wall or out the window. Incoherent muffled voices now rise out from the flames, with occasional snatches of recognizable phrases - all taken, as the others, from applicable phrases in the original play by Shakespeare. HAMLET should, while still remaining in the same standing position, dart his eyes towards the chimney fire, and then gradually turn his head - only - until it as at an approximate 15 degree angle to it, and he is paused in this position, looking askance into this flame. The earlier projected image of Hell then returns, with all the lighting dimmed further to present an even clearer image of him standing in Hell. Once both the image is fully redisplayed and the lighting has been completely readjusted, HAMLET then slowly walks over, sits back in the chair in front of the flame, and after another very brief pause, buries his face in his hands and weeps.)

(The scene then fades away to prolonged darkness, with the sound of transitional music - such as should be played in between every scene - beginning to rise; thus signifying the passage of time.)



Hamlet Resurrected - reading, part 3 of 3