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Horatio (Supporting)

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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 18-64, All Ethnicities

Role Description

Horatio: (Supporting) Hamlet's best friend, the sworn oracle of Hamlet’s life, he's melancholic, darkly suicidal.

Hamlet Resurrected - from Act 4, Scene 2

ACT 4
Scene 2
SETTING: At the top of the steps, outside the door to the Chapel at Wartburg Castle.

AT RISE: HANS, dressed in the robes of a priest, is shaking hands and saying farewell to the last of the people leaving the Chapel. Two young men are standing to the side, waiting for him to finish.

HANS: Good day, sister. … Brother, fare ye well. … Until then. … Now, Fritz and Franz; you had a question you wished to ask me?

FRITZ: Well, we thought that FORTINBRAS was a wicked man.

FRANZ: Yes, and that he had HAMLET buried in an unmarked grave.

FRITZ: That’s what most of the Danes that pass through here tell us.

HANS: (Pauses to reflect, and then says…) You have to understand that HORATIO… is a man on a mission. Whether that mission is the one he should be on is debatable. Yet still, he feels himself bound; bound to tell this story as he was charged to do, by his good friend, the tragic subject of his tale, HAMLET, the once Prince of Denmark. He therefore feels himself duty bound to present this repeated memorial exactly as it appeared to him at the moment of HAMLET’S death. All else, any later revelation, or deed, to him, is non-essential to his tale, which again, he feels must be given exactly as it was received. Do you understand?

FRITZ: (Glancing over at FRANZ) Yah, we think we do.

(Just then an older woman steps up the stairs towards them.)

MOTHER: FRITZ, FRANZ, what are you doing? Let Priest TAUSEN alone. He has work to do, and so do you.

(She motions them down the stairs in front of her, while turning back to smile at HANS. HORATIO then steps out from behind the partially open door in back of HANS.)

HORATIO: I fear you know me better than I do myself.

HANS: Ho, such a one! HORATIO. What are you doing lurking in the shadows behind me?

HORATIO: The shadows suit me well these days, old friend. I fall and fade as one of them.

HANS: You are too much upon the ground. Where be all thy mirth from those days back in Wittenberg?

HORATIO: Locked in a bottle. But that is me. What of you, good HANS. How fare you here?

HANS: Hmm… My days shift as the shades of which you speak; my order having left me here, while they ponder what to do with me next. It seems my former training at Wittenberg has left them thinking me a Lutheran.

HORATIO: Are ye then a Protestant?

HANS: I am a man, and I have questions; nothing more.

HORATIO: Are your questions being answered?

HANS: Are yours? You seem as a man running away from something.

HORATIO: Running to it would be more likely. I have a promise to keep. One I didn’t want to make, but I did; and I’ll keep it to the end.

HANS: To the end of what, HORATIO? Life looms ahead. Possibilities mount up. You have so much that you could do for so many…

HORATIO: But I shall do but one for one. I am committed within my cause within this world, and then from it to depart.

HANS: This speaks not well, my friend. What to the Almighty? Have ye not heard that, “It is appointed unto men once to die, but after this the judgment?”

HORATIO: Judgment? What judgment was there when so noble a Prince, and so worthy a realm was so wastefully cast aside? Where is the righteous pronouncement in that? And wherefore am I thus judged to bear so weighty a cause within this weary bosom?

Judge? If there be a judge, his papers are miffed and he hath cast the wrong sentence! For it appeareth plainly to me, that all is wrong in the world; and all that is written rolls ever crookedly off of the page. All but this one tale, that is; all but what I ride forth to present; intact; the preservation of something real, preserved for the annals of time; a truth; a truth to outlive every lie of man, and my blood which hungers to pour out.

HANS: HORATIO!

HORATIO: HANS! You were not there! You did not see. You do not know. What a prince was that! What a noble mind! What a giant soul; cut down for nothing. The truth is held in shadows! Mockery basks in the light! I have seen, I must tell, I shall find out the night!

(HORATIO now turns from him and quickly departs down the stairs.)

HANS: HORATIO! HORATIO! Return!

HORATIO: I bid thee my love, HANS. Fare thee well.

(HANS continues to watch HORATIO speed away. He then looks down at his hands, gazes momentarily up into the sky, and while sorrowfully wagging his head, walks back into the Chapel, and closes the door.)

(BLACKOUT)

(SCENE ENDS)

Hamlet Resurrected - Televised Reading