Hamlet 2020 - Vivianne Skavlem

VIVIANNE SKAVLEM

CHARACTERS

HAMLET: Melancholic prince of Denmark

SPENCER: A college junior. Easygoing and friendly

SETTING: The nearly common room in an upper level housing dorm.

TIME: Three in the morning.

SPENCER: Hey man, can I sit? Your table is the closest to the outlet.

HAMLET: Aye, but it is not nor it cannot come to good.

SPENCER: Thanks bro I appreciate it! I have an exam I’m studying for that I put off. How come you’re still up?

HAMLET: O God! God! How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable, seem to me all the uses of this world!

SPENCER: Oh gotcha. Yeah I had second thoughts about my major too. I started as a philosophy major, but I changed my mind second semester freshman year. Now I’m an international business major.

HAMLET: There are more things in heaven and earth, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

SPENCER: Dude I completely agree! I would be like sitting in class and my brain would just hurt. So what is your major?

HAMLET: (Pulls skull out of backpack)

SPENCER: Dude no way! I was in anthro last semester! I took it as an elective, but I loved the class. I can’t believe that your professor let you take home a skull cast. Or did you 3D print it? Actually that is a really good idea to practice the skeletal anatomy and osteology unit. Super hands on. I like your style. Is anything else on your mind? You seem overwhelmed.

HAMLET: Must I remember? why she would hang on him, as if increase of apetite had grown by what it fed on: and yet, within a month- let me not think on’t- frailty, thy name is woman!

SPENCER: Girl problems. I feel. But you’re a nice guy! Don’t worry about it. Love will happen when it happens, and there is no sense is rushing it. I know you’ll find a girl that’s good for you. I know it’s hard now, but I promise you’ll get over her.

HAMLET: The pangs of despised love..

prose SPENCER: Dude I am so sorry this bitch broke your heart. Not cool. But there’s no point in sitting around doing nothing. You gotta put yourself out there! HAMLET: No more; and by a sleep to say we end the heart ache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to, tis’ a consummation devoutly to be wish’d.

SPENCER: Yeah going to bed is your best bet. It’s hella late. Hopefully you’ll feel better tomorrow. Just hit me up any time you need. I’m in room 453. Goodnight buddy.

[ 83 ] HAMLET: Goodnight, sweet prince.