Young Fortinbras,
 Holding a weak supposal of our worth, 
Or thinking by our late dear brother’s death
 Our state to be disjoint and out of frame,
Colleagued with the dream of his advantage,
He hath not fail’d to pester us with message, 
Importing the surrender of those lands
 Lost by his father, with all bonds of law,
To our most valiant brother.

Someone else in this play finds the state
To be out of joint.
It’s not just Fortinbras.
Suddenly though, I picture the castle
Or the scene
Or the stage
Framed slightly askew
With bits of it obscured
And the under matte exposed.
Things are held together loosely
Wood doesn’t quite meet wood where it ought.
The rungs of the chair are just barely holding together.
Here we have Claudius attempting to convince
This cobbled together court
That it is sound
That its joints will hold
While they try not to fall out of their broken chairs.

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