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You're hungry.

Thank you.

Repeat.

Good day, sir.

Good day to you.

What brings you to Hewlands?

Tutoring the boys here.

A Latin tutor.

I've heard of you.

I brought you into the garden.

It's just a question, Master Tutor.

Yes, I am.

I suppose the air was fresh out here and... I saw you with your bird.

Don't walk.

May I?

Don't go too close.

It doesn't know you.

What

is

your name?

Shall I tell you?

You shall.

I shall.

You shall.

I will.

Tell me when we kiss.

Where are you from?

Have I said something?

No.

You don't know who I am. Wait, I wish to see... Come see me again.

Come on.

Hi, baby.

I was in the field helping with all of you. Newborn now has done well.

Well, I... I went to the field, did not see you there.

I was there.

Tell her to follow me.

She was there.

Have you seen the new Latin tutor?

Glover's son.

The boy said he just ran out, never returned.

He's supposed to give them lessons to pay off his father's debt.

I haven't seen him.

I should have known better.

Like father, like son.

Now I do believe you are the prettiest girls in the parish. We are.

One day she'll have my wits about me for all the suitors that will come for you.

Agnes is the eldest.

She'll marry first.

She will not if she keeps running off to the forest like a gypsy.

Where have you been? We're expecting you hours ago.

Well, working.

No stoppers near call.

Boys, boys.

There's enough for all.

How go the lessons of humans?

Those boys are no scholars.

I want up the notion of all that learning.

Latin for boys who will be naught but hateful. It is the putting on of air.

That'll do.

You heard your mother.

There's enough for all.

Used to be gilded boys at Hewland.

They're now scholars.

I tell you something, there'll never be more of a man than you are. They are put

to honest work, unlike you.

Useless, tradeless, your fancy heirs.

All that education, not an ounce of sense.

I'm tutoring those boys to pay your debts to that family, am I not?

You were a measurable amount of debt to that family. No, not... No!

Who were the rest of the family at Hewlin's? Have you met them?

The mother only.

Not the eldest daughter?

No.

It is said the girl is the child of a forest witch.

I've seen her wandering the back roads alone with a hawk on her arm.

A hawk at Hewlin's?

Yes. Do you think she...

Take them to the forest with it, unaccompanied. Are you shouting, Eliza?

The oldest daughter keeps the horse, not a servant girl.

Yeah, yeah.

Anya? Hello.

What are you doing here?

Brought you this.

What is it?

It's a new glove for your bird.

I have a glove.

Wait! I know who you are.

Who am I?

Well, I... I don't know you, but I've heard. I'm the daughter of a forest

Yes, people say that, but that's not true. I am my mother's daughter.

I've learned many things from her.

What are you looking at?

You. Why?

I thought you were a man of words, Master Tutor.

Yes.

Are you not?

Speaking with people is sometimes difficult for me.

Well, tell me a story, then.

A story?

Yes.

What story would you like?

Something that moves you.

Do you know the story of Orpheus and Eurydice?

Orpheus is a man of music.

He has this exquisite voice.

He's playing of the Kithril, which is a...

It's a harp -like lyre. It's so divine.

Birds, the beasts, even the stones and the trees, they all

move to the rhythm of his music.

Now Orpheus falls in love with this beautiful nymph Eurydice.

Soon after their marriage, Eurydice is bitten by a viper and poisoned.

Courses through her body and she's killed.

And Orpheus, filled with grief, journeys to the underworld to take her back.

He charms this three -headed dog, Cerberus.

He beguiles Hades until finally he's allowed to take his love

back with him to the world of the living. But under one condition.

What is it?

She must follow behind him and he must not turn around to look at her.

Now, as they begin their ascent, Orpheus can't hear her footsteps, so he

listens.

And listens, and listens, and listens.

What they can hear is the sound of his heartbeat.

And the rest is silence.

And as he approaches the gates of the underworld, he

can't contain himself any longer. He turns around to look at her, and she

Trapped in the underworld forever.

That was a good story.

Did you like it?

Remember, Mark Walters.

What you brought to pass, what you ready to bring them out.

You're called Una, the most ancient plant.

You defy three, you defy thirty.

You defy venom, you defy aerialness.

You defy the horror that stalks the land.

And you, waybred, plant mother, were open to the east to get mighty within.

Carts creaked over you, women rode over you.

You withstood it all when you pushed back.

Is it true that you know everything about a person by touching them here?

Not everything.

You touched me here. What did you see?

I saw a landscape.

You saw a landscape?

Mm -hmm.

Spaces.

Caves.

Clifftops.

Tunnels and oceans.

She speaks.

She speaks. She speaks.

Hello.

Hello.

I wish to be hand -fasted to you.

No, I must be hand -fasted to you. No one else will do.

I will speak with your stepmother and your brother, and of course, they will

agree, but...

I don't care because I have no talent for waiting.

I cannot abide waiting.

We both are parents and parents will never agree.

Follow me.

is my mother's glove.

She came out of the woods like her mother and her mother before

her.

The women in my family

Remember, my lord, what you brought to pass, what you readied at Regenfeld.

You'll call the Puna the most ancient plant.

You'd fly three, you'd fly thirty, you'd fly ten.

You'd fly the horror, you'd fly the horror.

It will heal.

Will it make score?

Good day.

And just what's, uh, what's happened?

Her mother has banished her from the house.

She's not my mother.

The house belongs to my brother, but follow me.

I told her to leave.

She's with a child.

Then it's yours.

Is it?

Yours?

The child in her belly, did you put it there?

I did.

We are.

We will never allow it. There is no sin in it. I'm afraid we will need our

consent. There is no sin in it. We will never give it ever.

What?

You've been bewitched.

No.

I'd rather you went to sea than marry this wench.

There's no need for that.

I have no doubt we can come to an arrangement.

Hush, woman.

I am certain you are eager to see your sister before the altar.

And I'm certain you'd rather not see your boy dragged before the bawdy court.

There's no need for that.

They said they are hand -fasted.

Only if I say so.

Why marry a pasty -faced scholar? What use is he?

He's got more inside of him than any man I've ever met.

Everything will change.

You.

You will change.

I'm already changing.

It's been quiet in there.

In where?

The house.

What would our mother say to us if we were afraid or uncertain?

To live with our hearts open.

To shut it not in dark, but turn it to the sun.

He loves me for what I am, not what I ought to be.

To marry him, you shall.

Remember my word.

Stay with me. Stay with me. Were you born to fall?

Were you ready to break and fall?

You are called Inna.

The most ancient plant.

You defy the three.

You defy the bad. You defy the venom.

You defy air illness.

You defy the horror that stalks the man.

Look at that. Look at the fire.

Oh, what's that?

They're talking, right?

to be smaller.

Much smaller.

This is the last time you're gonna get me, do you understand?

Do you understand?! I

love

you,

you should come back to bed.

writing. Nothing of note.

Nothing.

Perhaps when it's finished.

Perhaps when it's finished.

Why don't you read me what you've written here?

It's not finished.

I do.

And he's on her too.

Please, please, please stop. That I am a violent and dangerous man.

You are none of those things. You're a good man. You're a... You are a good

You're a good man.

Is it that you wish that we never wed?

What is it then?

Stop, stop, stop. Please, please, please, please, please.

Listen, listen, listen.

I've lost my leg.

I just need to... I just need to work.

He's not sleeping.

Has he ever lost his temper with you? No.

He can raise his arm. He has never.

He's never. He's angry with himself.

He's sick with himself.

He's a good man. He's a good husband. He's a good father. But he needs more.

What could he possibly need other than his family and you? He has you. He needs

to go to London.

London? Yeah.

Why London?

Because London is where the whole world gathers.

Perhaps it could extend his father's business there. You know what you may

I'm not being hasty. He needs more. He needs proper work. A man needs proper

work. He can't just run away.

This little thing, you crush him.

He needs distance from his father. And you would go with him to London? No,

wait until he settles.

There'll be more of us soon.

Another child?

Yes.

By summer's end.

Now is not the time to send him away. I'll lose him.

I'm already losing him. You'll lose him if you send him away. I know, I know

that our love will keep us steady.

Please.

Will you speak to his father? He'll listen to you. If you suggest him going

London.

Please.

I should find lodgings.

To be near the river, close to the tanneries.

But I'm told that the currents in the river are dangerous and that you must

engage and experience both every time you cross. And I'll be third to do that

every time, I promise.

And I will think of you and Susanna on every passing moment. And I will find us

lodging in London and we will all be together again.

You still not know if it's a boy or a girl?

Don't know why.

Have you not said that you will always have two children?

Two children at my deathbed.

Well, here is the second.

You want to play goodbye? No.

You going somewhere? Oh, I'm sorry.

I am going.

You're not going to go for it.

I must. No, you must not. Gilbert!

You have to let me go.

You have to let me go! Let me go!

You must let me go! The river has buzzed its phantoms. Let me go! There's no way

to get to the coast. Let me go!

We have everything ready for you. Not my mother. Give my baby.

What am I doing in this house?

Not in this house.

The river.

Shush, shush, shush, shush. No, no, no, he smells about the river. The river is

dangerous. It made me swim downstream.

Agnes, Agnes.

Agnes, Agnes. All is well with him. Do you not recall his last letter?

He started screaming. He sounded different.

He had... Good news for us. The theatre.

It has a contract with the players to make love to the players.

Agnes, hush now.

She just got weaker and weaker, and that's just the way of it sometimes.

He must not speak of her to the children.

Safer with a different mother.

So young.

May not remember her.

she not crying?

She lives not.

Let me have her.

You should not look upon her. It's bad luck. Give her to me.

I'll make sure it gets a decent... Give me my child!

And if you have a baby boy, let me bring him to

you.

She's not gone to heaven.

I made a vow the night my mother died.

I will go to your church, but I shall...

What takes you, eh?

Let me help you.

I'm Hamlet. I'm Hamlet.

I'm Judith.

I'm Judith.

There will be no running in the house.

Conduct yourselves, please.

Oh.

Gentlewomen and gentlemen.

Where are you going?

Here you go.

pretend for as long as they think they're the same.

Hi.

Father, will you help me with the Greek passage from yesterday's lesson?

Hamlet, I thought you'd already learnt it.

I didn't because I left my primary school.

Well, Hamlet, you need to take your studies seriously. How do you expect to

improve?

You rascals. Did we trick you? Of course you did.

You swapped places.

Your hood was where you got it.

Susanna, come here.

Come here.

One. Come here, all right? Step.

Step. One more.

And you get the...

to do this and you get out of the way ready suckle off spin your sword no so

spin your sword now come forward and go back one two three

out of the way very good again what's this one called time time

time okay this one

now that's right yeah And what is rosemary for?

No,

rosemary is for?

And then?

You have to rub all this with your hands.

You blow a little wish.

To wish him on his way.

Yeah? And it's your secret with him.

Did you see him?

Did you not see him in the sky?

Right, do it again.

Make another wish.

Look,

right up there.

Look, just there. Do you see him?

And he's got all your wishes tucked in his little heart.

So any time that you want to remember him, you just have to go.

Where are you going?

Yes. Listen, I want you to stay away from your grandfather.

We'll not hate your sisters, but it's you that I worry for, and I need to know

that you'll be safe when I'm not here.

You're going back to London again?

Yes, tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

It's all right.

Will we go with you this time?

No, not yet.

I'll miss you.

But I have to go, you understand, don't I?

I know.

I understand.

That's good.

Because I need you to look after your mother and your sisters. Will you do

Yes.

Will you be brave? Yes.

Yes.

Will you be brave?

Yes. Will you be brave?

Yes. Yes, I'll be brave. I'll be brave.

I'll be great.

I've looked at houses for us in London.

Autumn is coming.

And the children will fall ill.

Judith, she's still not strong enough.

She often gets congestion in her chest.

And the air in London is... It can't... One day soon we will.

No,

you won't.

You'll never come.

You've waited for the heat of summer to pass.

The dryness of autumn.

The snow. The cold.

You do not believe that Judith will ever survive London.

You'd do anything in your power to keep that child alive.

I'm supposed to think what it is.

So... I've decided to look for

land outside Stratford.

That's where you should live with the children.

Thank you.

Alright.

Love you.

Don't know what I told you, okay?

Thank you.

What do you see?

I see you.

Grown.

And very strong.

And I see you in London working with your father.

In the theatre?

At the playhouse.

What will I be doing?

What do you wish to do, Hamlet?

I should be...

One of the players with the sword.

Sword?

Yes. And I shall cast it against the sword of the other player.

Show me.

No, it's hell to fight. And everybody watching will be frightened out of their

wits.

And who will win?

I shall, of course.

Of course you shall.

Something has upset them.

What could it be?

The weather.

Something in the air, perhaps.

Best to tell Joan to keep the children inside today.

We need to hurry, it's going to rain.

Judith, answer me.

Judith, wake up.

What is it?

How long has she been like this?

She's got it.

Hasn't she?

She's got the pestilence.

Hasn't she?

We'll find your grandmother.

Better to come.

Now!

We need a fire and heat up more water. We need warm water. Much more water.

Cinnamon.

Cinnamon. That's good for drawing out the heat. Pine. Pine.

Yes, you're fine.

You're on the chair.

My love.

Here, drink this. It's rosemary. It will be well.

It will be well.

Judah. Stay well.

Mom.

No problem.

Can you go and fetch them?

We're all here.

We're all here.

Come live.

Marry. And I,

the girl, might no rather return to come.

Bye -bye.

You have done all that you can.

I won't let it cross over.

Hi,

Mama.

You had three daughters that were taken.

Were they like Judith?

Anne was seven.

The other two were just babies.

They all had swellings and fever like Judith.

Your mother's trying to keep a grip on her child.

It won't work.

What is given may be taken away at any time.

We must never let our guard down.

Never take for granted that our children's hearts beat,

that they draw breath.

forget for a moment that they may be gone.

He said, shall we?

Quick as you can.

How many?

How many are not supposed to be down here?

Huh? What were you wearing?

We'll be well.

So, one more time.

Let her stay.

It's my fault.

It is not your fault, Judith.

But he changed places with me. He tricked us.

He tricked what?

Death.

Judith. It took him when it came for me.

Never say those words to anyone ever again.

The fever came for your brother and it took him.

Do you wish to see him?

because...

It's not morning yet, we haven't prepared them properly.

Am I too late?

Where is he?

He said, my boy.

I didn't see it.

I should have paid her more attention.

I always thought she was the one to be taken away when all the while it was

I was wrong. There's nothing anyone could have done to save her.

You did everything that you could.

What I did?

You weren't here.

I would have cut my heart out and given it to him. I would have laid my life

down on the ground for him and no one would take it. I know. No, you don't

You don't know. You weren't here.

He died in agony.

He was in agony.

Yes.

Don't touch me. He was so scared and you weren't here.

I have a sound word, I need.

A sound word?

To whom?

To you.

I'm here.

What I learned was that I have a sound word when I reach London.

London?

I must leave.

Leave? How can you leave?

The world is simply not standing still, and yet... There are people waiting

for me in London.

The season is about to begin and my company shall return from camp any day

I have to go now.

Now?

There's a travelling party leaving today and they have a spare horse, so...

Look after the girls and I'll be right back.

When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day thunk in

hideous night, When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls all

silver -doled white,

When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, which earthed from the heat did canopy

the hut, and summer's green all girded up in trees, born on the burrow

with white and bristly beard.

Then of thy beauty do I question make.

Thou among the waste of time must go, since sweets and beauties do themselves

forsake, and die as fast as they see others grow.

And nothing against timeless lies can make defence save breathe, to brave him

when he pleads to thee.

Will you read it again?

No.

Read it three times.

Enough.

Shall we do present?

Present.

Now code for you. Jude?

Present.

Nine, two, four, seven. Be careful.

It's for you, Anya.

Ruby, is this the finest I've ever seen?

Everyone's talking about the new house.

It's the biggest thing to Stratford. There are so many rooms.

I'm going to get lost.

You shall keep the key, Susanna.

You shall manage the house well.

Do both. Let me show you the new house.

Do you like it?

Why didn't you tell me yourself?

Were you afraid I wouldn't leave?

Because Hamlet died here in this house.

You know, I'm constantly wondering where he is.

Or where he has gone.

Whatever I'm doing, I'm wondering, where is he?

I mean, he can't have just vanished.

He just needs for me to find him. He must be somewhere.

I fear I may run mad with it even now, a year on.

A year is nothing.

It was nothing. It's only second.

Every minute, every day.

We may never stop looking through.

I'm sorry, Angus.

What?

You're caught by that place. What place? That place in your head.

It's now more real to you than anywhere else. Not even the death of our child.

can keep you from it.

Hamlet died a horrible death and you could have been there.

You could have bid him farewell.

What do you see?

Nothing.

Nothing?

Nothing at all.

Oh well.

You should go back to London.

This was sometime a paradox, but now the time gives it proof.

I did love you once.

Indeed, my lord.

You made me believe so.

You should not have believed me.

For virtue cannot so inoculate our old stock for...

You should not have believed me, for virtue cannot so inoculate our old

but we shall relish of it.

I loved you not.

I was the more deceived.

Get thee to a nunnery.

Why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners?

I am myself indifferent, honest, but yet I could accuse me of such things that

it were better to... Again.

Get thee to a nunnery.

Why would thou be a breeder of sinners?

I am myself indifferent on it. Again. I am myself indifferent on it. Again. I am

myself indifferent on it, but yet I could accuse me of such things that it

better my mother had not borne. Again.

I myself am an... Again.

I myself am indifferent... I am myself.

I am myself.

Indifferent on it. But yet I could accuse me of such things that it were...

Again.

But yet I could accuse me of such things that... Again!

I am myself indifferent on it, but yet I could accuse me... You are simply

mouthing the words!

I am myself indifferent on it.

But yet I could accuse me of such things that it were better my mother had not

born me.

I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my back than I

have thoughts to put them in.

Imagination to give them shape or time to act them in.

Now watch that such fellows as I do, crawling between heaven and earth, we

arrant knaves all. Believe none of us.

Go thy ways to a nunnery again.

To be or

not to be.

That is the question.

But it is no good of mine to you.

suffers things and arrows of outrageous

fortune, or

to take arms against a

sea of troubles and by opposing

end them.

I pray that those streets will return my boy for

sweet Bonnie Robin and all my

joy.

Anya?

I was in town and I...

I thought I would pay you a visit.

I was very sorry to hear about John's passing.

How's your husband? It's a terrible thing to lose one's father.

He's well.

He's very busy. He's preparing a comedy.

His new play is not a comedy.

It's a tragedy.

But you knew that.

Everyone in town is talking about it.

I did warn you about marrying him.

Don't pretend that you care for me.

You are not my mother, and you never were.

The date and...

He's not spoken to

us for months. How could he...

How can you not tell us?

Do you not wonder what is in it?

In what?

The plate.

Who are you looking for?

William Shakespeare.

His family from Stratford.

Go up the stairs. He lives in the attic.

Why would the man with the largest house in Stratford be living here?

Dan.

I thought... I thought you've...

What

shall I do?

Keep your heart open.

Horatio and Marcellus, the rivals to my watch. Bid them make haste.

I think I hear them.

Stand home.

Who's there?

Has this thing appeared again tonight?

I have seen nothing.

Horatio, this is but our fantasy.

I will not let belief take hold of him.

What has any of this to do with my son?

Let us once again tell your ears that are so fortified against our story. When

your dreams are that westward from the pole, master and might tell, the bell

then beating one.

Hey, wake me up.

Look where it comes again. In the same figure, like the king that's dead.

See, it stalks away. That was him.

And tell me why this... I will.

So lightly toils the subject of the land. It will, as a ghost.

Our last king, whose image but now appeared to us, was dead for combat.

Our valiant Hamlet, who sowed his sight upon an unwell -seen hill, did slay his

enemy. Did you hear that?

That is his name.

I don't know him. He's been with

me.

And by my advice, let us impart what we have seen tonight unto the young prince.

Though yet

of

our dear brother's death the memory be green, yet so far hath discretion fought

with nature.

That we, with wisest sorrow, think on him together with remembrance of

now.

My cousin, Hamlet. I want to go home.

And my son.

How is it that the clouds still hang on you? Good Hamlet, cast thy knighted

colour off.

Do not forever with thy failed lid seek for thy noble father in the dust.

All that lives must die, passing through nature to eternity.

Aye, madam, it is common.

But I have that within which passes show.

These are but the trappings in the suits of woe.

To persevere in obstinous condolence is a course of impious stubbornness.

It is unmanly grief.

It shows a will most incorrect to heaven.

Too, too solid flesh would melt, thaw, and resolve itself into a dew.

Or that the everlasting had not fixed his canon, gape self -slaughter.

Tis an unweeded garden, that growth, seed, things rank, and growth in nature

possess it merely.

That it should come to this.

But two months dead, nay.

Not so much, not two.

So excellent a king that was to this Hyperion to a satyr.

Whither wilt thou, Lulu?

I'll go no further.

I am thy father's spirit, doomed for a certain time to walk the night, and for

the day confined to fast in fire.

My hour has almost come when I, to sulfurous and tormenting flames, must

up myself.

No, pity me not.

But lend thy serious hearing to what I shall unfold.

List,

oh, list, if thou didst ever thy father love.

But softly thinks I sent the morning air.

Brief let me be sleeping within my orchard.

Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole.

with juice of castabona in a vial within the porches of my ears did pour the

leperous distilment whose effect holds such in enmity

with blood of man that swift as quicksilver it courses through the

and alleys of the body and with a sudden vigour it doth posit and curd

like eager droppings into milk the thin and wholesome blood, so did it

mine.

A most instant tether barked about.

Most ladder -like with vile and loathsome crushed all my smooth body.

Oh, horrible.

Oh, horrible, most

Horrible, if thou hast nature in thee, bear it not. Yes, but our place is with

our son.

The glowworm shows the matten to be near and gins the pale unaffectual fire.

Adieu.

To be or not to be.

That is the question.

Whether it is nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of

fortune or to take arms.

against the sea of troubles and by opposing end them to die to sleep

no more and by a sleep to say we end the heartache and the thousand natural

shocks that flesh is heir to this is a consummation devoutly to be wished

to die to sleep perchance to dream aye

there's the rub

But in that sleep of death, what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this

mortal coil must give us pause.

There's the respect that makes calamity a so long life.

Who would bear the whips and scorns of time, the presses wrong, the proud man's

contumely? The pants!

of despised love, the law's delay, the insolence of office, and the scorn that

patient Marisol's unworthy takes when he himself might as quietly make with a

bare bottle.

Who would fardels bear to grunt and sweat under a weary life, but that the

of something after death, the undiscovered country from whose born no

returns, puzzles the will and makes us...

Sin in the world can do thee good. In thee there is not half an hour's life.

The king's to blame.

The point.

I'm dead.

Thou liveth.

Report me and my cause aright to the unsatisfied.

If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, absent thee from felicity awhile, then

in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain to tell my story.