Eileen Herlie credited as playing...
Gertrude, The Queen
- Gertrude - The Queen: Why, how now, Ophelia?
- Ophelia - and Daughter: Say you? Nay, pray you, mark.
- [sings]
- Ophelia - and Daughter: He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone, At his head, A grass green turf, At his heels, a - stone!
- [cries]
- Gertrude - The Queen: [narrates] There's a willow, grows aslant a brook that shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream. There with fantastic garlands did she come, of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies and long purples. There on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke, when down her weedy trophies and herself fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide, and mermaids-like a while they bore her up.
- Ophelia - and Daughter: [sings] O shall I your true love know / From another one? / When his sandal shoon / A-hand his... / A-hand...
- Gertrude - The Queen: [continues to narrate] But long it could not be till that her garments, heavy with their drink, pulled the poor wretch from her melodious lay to muddy death.
- The Royal Court Of Denmark - Laertes,his Son: [narrates] Alas. Then she is drowned.
- Gertrude - The Queen: [ends to narrate] Drowned. Drowned.
- Gertrude - The Queen: Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted color off and let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark. Do not forever with thy lowered lids seek for thy noble father in the dust. Thou knowst 'tis common. All that lives must die, passing through nature to eternity.
- Gertrude - The Queen: Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet. I pray thee, stay with us. Go not to Wittenberg.
- Hamlet, Prince of Denmark: I shall in all my best obey you, madam.
- Gertrude - The Queen: More matter with less art.
- Polonius, Lord Chamberlain: Madam, I swear I use no art at all.
- Gertrude - The Queen: Come, come. You answer with an idle tongue.
- Hamlet, Prince of Denmark: Go, go. You question with a wicked tongue.
- Gertrude - The Queen: Oh, Hamlet! Speak no more. Thou turnst mine eyes into my very soul, and there I see such black and grained spots as will not lose their stain.
- Hamlet, Prince of Denmark: Nay! But to live in the rank sweat of a lascivious bed, stewed in corruption, honeying and making love over the nasty sty.
- Gertrude - The Queen: Speak to me no more. These words like daggers enter into mine ears! No more, sweet Hamlet!