I know he means guard the door – but it would be funny if he meant to keep the door as a tip. Like – they broke the doors open – and now presumably one of them is loose. One of the rabble could literally keep the door. He could carry it home to his family, “Look, what I got from our future King, Laertes!”
“Oooh – a door. Nice. What shall we do with it?”
Laertes
I thank you:
Laertes, man of the people.
Laertes, the man with the power to get a horde of people to break down the king’s doors – a thing that very likely could get them killed or jailed.
Laertes, able to wrangle a whole royal support team in no time flat.
Laertes, a man with his father’s political savvy and his own charm and brute strength.
Laertes, thanks his rioters. It is a sign of his skill, I think. Not every noble would thank the plebs that got him through the door. Coriolanus wouldn’t, for example. Or Timon (once he’d been disillusioned.)
But Laertes has his supporters in the palm of his hand. He can have them both advance and retreat. Getting them to retreat is the harder skill, I’d warrant.
I pray you, give me leave.
My question is – what does Laertes do to convince the angry mob to stop rioting and calm down outside? These words aren’t particularly convincing. It’s no “Friends, Romans, Countrymen.” So he must do something that makes them change their minds. Or maybe there’s something in his tone?
What would stop a mob with just one sentence?
Sirs, stand you all without.
It’s too bad Laertes doesn’t survive this play because I think he might make a pretty good king. He has a kind of Henry V quality – a (possibly) misspent youth – a righteous cause, strength and leadership. It makes incredibly good sense to send his door breaking supporters away. It shows some savvy leadership. He got those guys to break him in – but to keep them around would be a step too far. They’re hot from door breaking. All they want to do is break heads. You won’t be able to get anything done with that energy around.
Where is this king?
The production of Hamlet that I was in in 1995 is firmly imprinted on my psyche. It was at a potent moment in my history and one of my first jobs. Some lines have, in the subsequent years, lost their immediate association with that show. I have seen enough productions, taught it in enough classrooms, heard enough recitations, to have shaken off the intonations or movements of those actors I worked with over 20 years ago.
Except.
Except.
There are certain lines that instantly call to mind that production and those actors. This is one of them. I see Tim bursting onto stage – his large frame even larger – arms wide – full of fury. This line is like the heart of Tim’s Laertes. Which will always be my first Laertes, my origin Laertes, the baseline Laertes.
It’s interesting to think of characters with trigger lines – lines that sum up the whole of them …a sort of microcosm of character. “Where is this king?” was the seed of that primal Laertes.
Farewell.
This morning I had breakfast
While looking at the sea –
Everything was easy
Everyone was gracious and kind.
This afternoon, I watched a bus driver yell at a tourist
Who’d pushed the wrong button on the bus.
At the conclusion of the exchange, the bus driver walked away saying,
“You try having that beeping in your ears every day, all day.”
The tourist said, “You could try to be nice.”
Farewell, Ophelia; and remember well What I have said to you.
Well.
Farewell.
Remember well.
Well well well
Something that would make anyone ask
“What is it you should remember?”
I have found that the best way to get
A room full of people quiet
Is to whisper as if I were telling a secret.
Our ears are finely tuned to what
We’re not meant to hear.
Most humbly do I take my leave, my lord.
My leave
My lord
My love
My life
My light
My lift
My leaf
My loaf
My load
My list
My lip
My loss
Occasion smiles on a second leave.
There are endings and there are endings.
Some things feel over before they’re done
Some things end before they feel over.
We left last night. They locked the door behind us.
The woman with the dark lines painted on her eyelids
Cried to see it end.
I rejoiced a bit.
We leave.
In a few days
We will leave somewhere else
And this second leaving
Will leave us really left.
A double blessing is a double grace.
And this is also a double
Because blessing and grace
Can be synonyms.
One says grace or a blessing
Over a meal –
So this double is a double doubled.