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Polonius. Victor Cilinca
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isbn 9781434449900
Автор произведения Victor Cilinca
Издательство Ingram
QUEEN
Thank you, monsieur!
BOOGEYMAN
We simply did our duty, Sir....
KING
(bows, holding his crown with one hand) Much obliged, Master Polonius.
POLONIUS
Right. Do not debauch, do not enter into conversation with the Danes. Do not eat much—the chief doctor of the Court asks us to feed on maple tea. Do not mix with the other people in the prison. Not all of them are, at least for the time being, overnight guests. Sleep well, have fun as the Prince is waiting for you and then, if you are hungry...no, you’d better not be hungry! No, no, you don’t need to thank me! (The three actors exit backwards, bowing all the time) Good night, sweet king!
ACT I
SCENE 4
POLONIUS, DAISY.
POLONIUS
Have you got Her Royal Highness’ collar ready?
DAIS
Yes. She will look more beautiful than ever. The starched white collar hides her delicate double chin wonderfully.
POLONIUS
Let everything be ready! I hope that Master Stocking and Master Sock have already warmed up the divine tights for the night?
DAISY
It goes without saying, sir.
POLONIUS
Very well. Come, let me pinch your cheek, dear! (pinches her). Right. What do you know about my daughter? What are Ophelia’s whereabouts?
DAISY
Your child, shaken by so much reading, is resting in her maiden bower. I suppose she’s practising music, just before going to bed.
POLONIUS
You suppose? What have I ordered you to do?
DAISY
Yes, sir! She doesn’t leave the house anymore, hasn’t received any letters or notes!
POLONIUS
Er...the Prince...has he written anything more to her?
DAISY
Little and hastily, but I have confiscated everything!
POLONIUS
(aside) Little and hastily? Why, in the old days I used to write often! I still have a copy of each letter. But we, the generation of sacrifice, the heroes that built the chain of fortresses we now give up, one by one, to the Norwegians, were full of respect in our letters. We used to write in verse and sign, “He who loves you, doesn’t need to sign.” (to DAISY) Does he bring the letters himself?
DAISY
No, sometimes a servant does it, sometimes a guard, sometimes an actor or a double Norwegian spy. A man has just brought the latest.
POLONIUS
A man? What do you mean “a man”? Whose man is he?
DAISY
I don’t think he belongs to anyone.
POLONIUS
Then he’s unborn. Everyone belongs to someone, especially in politics and administration! (aside) How churlish! To entrust secret letters to someone! What if the newspapers find out again?
DAISY
(aside) The story is notorious anyway. (loud) He’s a poor foreigner, coming from who knows what country that is poorer and has more thieves than ours.
POLONIUS
I’ll have him arrested for one reason or another. It’s a disgrace what’s happening in our high society! In fact, Hamlet’s is only the third royal generation. My family, though, has given a wealth of famous counsellors—even Noah must have had an ancestor of Master Polonius watching over his beasts! There have been so many kings of humble origin raised to the top of the table by some mob rebellion! A wave of boors pushed them to the throne hall, and once there they clawed to the throne and clung to it as the tide ebbed back. But we are the neck that guides the royal head in the right direction! Sometimes a king forgets, or doesn’t know, that he is just a king, subject to those subjects in high positions, like I. We, our clan, had an honourable cupbearer at Louis’ Court (counts on his fingers), a great chef at Charlemagne’s kitchens, a most reliable guard at Constantine the Great’s throne, and an impoverished, though brave, sword-bearer in Caesar’s army. Some Polonius most probably sat at Jesus’ table too—the Last Supper wasn’t called that for nothing. People of humble origin show their true colours even after three generations. Prince Hamlet doesn’t face me openly, yet tries to seduce my daughter, encroaching on her virtue....
DAISY
(aside) That’s one way of putting it.
POLONIUS
(shaking off his glorious memories) Have you confiscated the letter?
DAISY
(taking it out from her bosom) Here it is. Poor child, I fully understand her—she hasn’t even had a good look at him! Only once or twice, in passing. She keeps his picture at her bosom, in his mourning clothes which fit him so well, with a loathsome skull in his hand, having on its back the words, “To be or not to be?” What a question!
POLONIUS
Well at her age, girls are diddled quickly and cured slowly!
DAISY
But she’s seen him only once or twice!
POLONIUS
Too much! Or too little—I wish she’d seen him daily, she might have got over it if she had known the real Hamlet. I’m afraid that neither she nor I will be able to say “No” someday.
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