SCENE I. Elsinore. A platform bed in the master bedroom.
MOM and DAD modestly under covers.DAD
Who's there?
MOM
Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold yourself.
DAD
'Tis now struck twelve; get thee to bed, child-o.
Exit Child 1
MOM
Well, good night.
If you do hear or see another one,
The rivals of my sleep, bid them make haste.
DAD
I think I hear them. Stand, ho! Who's there?
Enter CHILD 1 and CHILD 2
CHILD 1
Tis us, fair father, Friends to this bed.
CHILD 2
And liegemen to our fair mother, bearer of us and our not so fair antics.
MOM
Give you good night. (to DAD:: And not in our bed, ho!)
DAD
What, has this thing appear'd again to-night?
MOM
I have seen nothing. (to DAD:: Ignore those specters and they shall return from whence they came.)
DAD
Mom says 'tis but my fantasy,
And will not let belief take hold of her
Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us:
Therefore I have entreated her along
With us to watch the minutes of this night;
That if again the apparitions come,
They may approve our eyes and speak to it.
MOM
Tush, tush, 'twill not appear.
DAD
Peace, break thee off; look, where it comes again!
MOM
It would be spoke to.
DAD
Question it, Mom.
MOM
What art thou that usurp'st this time of night,
Together with that small and tantrumlike form
In which the majesty of buried restful nights
Did sometimes march? by heaven I charge thee, speak!
DAD
It is offended.
MOM
See, it stalks away! (to DAD: Our work here is done!)
Comments
The children of Hamlet and Ophelia would be so messed up that I think their least worry would be appearing as ghosts to their parents. I mean can you imagine the therapy their kids would need: ineffectual father, loony mother, so many murders in the extended family...
No, that is not the fate of those
Who are gifted with the presence of small folk.
Last night was hot, so I had the fan on and could not hear Lorenzo coming out of his room and into mine (and possibly even knocking, as he has started to do). He was also having a restless night and I awakened with him staring me in the face about half a dozen times. Definitely as startling as ghosts.
Way too funny!
~EdT.
They never stop creeping in, do they?