Ophelia is going
through the standard ballet training positions. She is humming with a waltz
tune. Laertes calls from a distance
L: Ophelia!
She continues humming and starts dancing around the room in formal
ballet. Laertes enters.
L: My sweet Ophelia.
She sweeps past him, brushing against him as she dances.
L: I need to speak with you.
She hums louder and dances away from him.
L: It’s about Hamlet.
She pauses, then moves into a waltz, with a pretend partner. She has
stopped humming, but smiles dreamily.
L: Ophelia, sweet, you need to
listen.
She keeps dancing, so as she waltzes past him he steps into her embrace
and dances with her.
O: Hamlet?
L: Yes, Hamlet.
O: They seem higher my love.
L: What do?
O: Your lips.
L: My…?
O: Under the moon I felt your lips
without strain. Now my heels must reach for the sky to press our flesh
together.
L: Ugh! Stop.
They stop dancing
O: Never stop my heart.
L: Ophelia, I am Laertes.
O: You said you were Hamlet.
L: I want to speak to you about
Hamlet.
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