HAMLET

 

 

 

By William Shakespeare

 

Directed by Richard Eyre

 

 

Royal National Theatre

 

Opened in The Olivier Theatre

16 March 1989

 

(first with Daniel Day Lewis as Hamlet)


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The Cast In order of speaking:

 

(above: alternate program cover)

Barnardo, a soldier

Francisco, a soldier

Horatio…

Marcellus, an officer

Ghost of Hamlet’s father…

Claudius, King of Denmark

Voltimand, ambassador

Cornelius, ambassador

Laertes, son of Polonius

Polonius, Lord Chamberlain

Hamlet, Prince of Denmark

Gertrude, Queen of Denmark

Ophelia, daughter of Polonius

Reynaldo, servant of Polonius

Rosencrantz…

Guildenstern…

Player King…

Player Queen…

Prologue…

Lucianus

Player Musicians…

Fortinbras, Prince of Norway

Captain to Fortinbras

Gentlewoman…

Osric, a courtier

Grave-digger…

Grave-digger’s companion…

Priest…

Douglas McFerran

Toby E. Byrne

Paul Jesson

Ian Flintoff

David Burke

John Castle

Alan Brown

Alan White

Jeremy Northam

Michael Bryant

Ian Charleson

Sylvia Syms

Stella Gonet

Richard Lawry

Crispin Redman

Guy Henry

Oliver Ford Davies

Grant Olding

Peter Searles

Richard Lawry

M. Chater, C. Spicer

Fintan McKeown

Harry Waters

Judith Coke

Stephen Rashbrook

David Burke

Dean Hollingsworth

Morris Perry

Courtiers, soldiers, servants…

 

Christopher Armstrong, Melvin Bedford, Ciaran McIntyre, Peter Nicholas

 

 

 

 

Hamlet was first performed in 1600 (or thereabouts), a usefully firm date for the greatest classic of the English stage, Shakespeare, in his mid-thirties and at the height of his powers, was just beginning the second half of his career.  The histories and comedies were behind him, the other mature tragedies followed rapidly.  Hamlet has at once the freshness of a beginning and the completeness of a peak achievement.

 

The play’s obvious brilliance made it a wild success in its own time, and it has never been off the stage since:  perhaps the most –loved, most –discussed drama in existence.  And yet for a very long time, well over a century, Hamlet has been called an “enigma”, a “mystery”.  Certainly it can strike readers and audiences at once strangely familiar and yet full of puzzles and perplexities.

 

A part of the tragedy’s richness, but also of its power to seem difficult, is the contrast between its enormous general effect and meaning, its capacity to absorb and move and trouble us, and the odd specificity of its action or plot.  The central character, Hamlet himself, is a young Prince summoned by the Ghost of his father, the late King Hamlet, to avenge his murder by his brother Claudius, now reigning with the Prince’s mother Gertrude as his Queen.  In short, Hamlet is a Revenge play, even if a very remarkable one, which seems to have changed the whole nature of the genre in the period.

 

Revenge was a popular theme in the drama of the time, as well as a serious talking-point in the world outside the theatre.  A number of plays before 1600 take from this subject their sensational violence mixed with an air of moral concern.  Shakespeare’s own tragedy must have been based on one of the most successful of these, an old (now lost) play of Hamlet dating back into the 1580’s:  a work which we mainly know about now because its extremity of effect, its crude Ghost bellowing for Revenge, became a joke among the sophisticated.

 

Shakespeare’s tragedy is unusually amusing; it often makes us laugh.  In a sense the culmination of all Elizabethan culture, it gathers into itself not merely the public, political insights of Shakespeare’s long sequence of histories, but the more private human entertainments of the comedies.  Hamlet is full of humour and sad wit.  But we laugh with it.  If it has difficulties, these derive from the very factors which make it far greater than any melodramatic source-play.  Shakespeare has turned a revenge-plot into a world.  Because revenge tragedy revolved around the principle of honour, it was essentially a Court form.  But that stagey Court of revenge tragedy transmutes in Hamlet into a history of the actual workings of power-politics.  Similarly, the more or less mechanical revenger, a man defined by his plot-function, becomes in Hamlet a human being whose trapped consciousness initiates modernity.

 

It is the play’s very depth of realization which brings with it problems, a sense of bewilderment.  Symptomatically, we don’t really know what “To be, or not to be”, the most famous speech in drama, really amounts to, or why Hamlet says it just when he does.  At the climax of the play the murderer Claudius, an astute politician, is found praying.  The tragedy’s two women, Gertrude and Ophelia, who call forth all the better intensity Hamlet can’t give to revenge, are in themselves oddly shadowy figures, lost in the “man’s world” of power, finally submerged by it as Ophelia herself actually drowns and is buried.  The happiness Hamlet might have found in Ophelia he looks for instead from the Players, the traveling actors who wonder into the play and affect its outcome deeply yet still in a sense randomly.  In such a world it makes sense that the Ghost, who begins the play, disappears half-way through it, and is never mentioned thereafter.  All these things have troubled readers, critics and audiences.  Yet they don’t seem meaningless; rather, they define a truth to life dense enough to elude theory.

 

In the opening of the play, as the sentries change on the castle battlements in the bitterly cold air of night, one of them describes the stillness by saying that there has been “Not a mouse stirring”.  Classic as Hamlet is, it is never boringly monumental; it is even unpretentious.  It takes its power from its extraordinary intelligence, from its verbal and theatrical skills; but also from its simple truth to life.  This includes a respect for the great created world of the natural, in which even the mice stir, or do not stir.  And, if Hamlet himself has become more a myth than a character, a myth that still ahs power to affect us deeply, it is for this reason.  He and his father express one of the great human, indeed natural, rites of passage.

 

To see this, it is necessary to understand that the Prince of Denmark is a very young man.  He is, in fact, an undergraduate:  and therefore can’t, by the social rules of Shakespeare’s time, be any older than his late teens.  By the end of the tragedy, however long or short a time the action takes, he seems much older—and he is in fact said to be thirty years old, the age which, for many centuries before Shakespeare, categorized a man as fully adult.  This process of growing up is given its context in Elsinore’s Court.  A revenge story has been re-ordered into a repeating pattern of fathers and sons, who act out in their relationships those public energies of war and rivalry which make up what we call “History”.  Hamlet himself carries the same name as his father before him, and ends the play as the dying King.  Shakespeare has taken the conventions of revenge in a courtly world of power, and deepened them into natural laws.

 

Certain conditions in his time helped the tragedy into being.  Sixteenth-century Europe confined its political power to men in late middle age.  The young were excluded.  However intelligent and energetic, they were held in an ante-room of existence like that lobby or hall at Elsinore where Hamlet walks all day:  his friends the faceless Horatio and the anonymous Players who like himself live on the margins of the real.

 

Within his tragedy, Hamlet’s need to live brings him death.  For those who emerge tainted into the corrupt Court-world of power, growing up is growing dead.  But in another sense Hamlet is the most living of dramatic characters.  His play, which raised the theatre to a level unknown in Europe for fifteen hundred years or more before it, also incalculably changed literary consciousness during the four centuries which followed.  In “Young Hamlet”, as the plays calls him, Shakespeare invented a tragic figure who has come to represent, perhaps more than any other, our Western civilization. “Growing Up or Growing Dead”, by Barbara Everett

 

 

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