HAMLET
BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
HAMLETCLAUDIUS/GHOSTGERTRUDEOPHELIAPOLONIUS/ GRAVEDIGGERHORATIOMARCELLUS/ PLAYER/ OSRICLAERTES/ PLAYER-
ANDREW BARTON
CALEBRUPP
EMMA GIVENS
HELEN PARSON
ALEX BLEEKER
BRIAN SCHULTIS
MOLLIE REMILLARD
GABRIEL MEYERS
DIRECTORSTAGE MANAGERASSISTANT STAGE MANAGERCOSTUME DESIGNERCO - COSTUMERLIGHT DESIGNERVIDEOSOUND DESIGNERS-
JAMES BENTLEY
GRIFFITH MALONEY
ELI PHILIPS
SIMONE DUFF
CARA CHIARAMONTE
MYLES O'CONNOR
PATRICK DAVISON
BAILEY MATH
MARK STONE
ASHER WOODWORTH
BRIANA MAGNIFICO
MAJADEBEAR
NATHALIE LOVE
CAITLIN JOHNSON
JEREMY WALLACE
AMY ROSS
SOUND O PERATORCOSTUME ASSSITANTCOSTUME ASSSITANTWARDROBERUNNING CREWAUDIENCE WRANGLERSPECIAL THANKS-
NICK BROOKE, SUE JONES,
THE MUSIC FACULTY, HUDSON VALLEY
SHAKESPEARE FESTIVAL, BRETJ'TRAVIS,
CHRIS EDWARDS, BETSY SHERMAN,
STEVEN BACH, TERRY TEITELBAUM,
COSTUME PROJECTS CLASS, BENNINGTON
AND WILLIAMS COLLEGE COSTUME SHOPS,
POMPANUCK FARM INSTITUTE
THE STRING QUARTET:
ADELEMORI
HEATHER SUMMERLAD
ALEX POWELL
MARIE WARD
To be, or not to be: that is th e question :
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms again st a sea oftroubl es,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
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
The pan gs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of offi ce and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he him self might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear,
To g runt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
Th e undiscover'd co untry from whose bourn
No traveller return s, puzzles the will
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's th e rub; Than fly to others that we know not of?
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
Thu s conscience does make cowards of us all;
Wh en we have shuffled off thi s mortal coil,
And thu s th e native hue of resolu tion
Must give us pause: there's the respect
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
That makes calamity of so long life;
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And enterpri ses of great pith and moment
For who would bear the whtps and scorns of time, With thi s regard their cun·ents tu rn awr y,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, And lose the name of action.