If not, your pardon and my return shall be the end of my business.

Ladies and Gentlemen, my name’s Mr. Guildenstern and I’ll be your substitute teacher today. I hope that you’ll give me the respect and good behavior that you usually give to your teacher, Mr. Pahlinus.

Oh, excuse me, yes, Mr. Polonius. Now – I’ve got several worksheets to hand out to the class – I don’t expect to have any trouble but if there is, I have the authority to send any of you to the office that give me reason. Okay? Are we going to be okay?

Now see. That’s the kind of thing that is not a good idea. I don’t like to see that sort of thing. Do you think that’s the way to behave? No, no, I’m not going to send you to the office for that. Of course, you didn’t mean it, I understand. Just. . .don’t do it again – okay?

Now if everybody could just quietly fill in your worksheets while I take the attendance then we can all have a peaceful class. Yes? It’s GUILD-en-stern. Mr. GUILD-en-stern. That’s right. Like a guild. Do you know what a guild is? No, no, of course. No. Just fill in your worksheets, alright everybody? Settle down. Settle down. It’s time to settle down.

If it shall please you to make me a wholesome answer, I will do your mother’s commandment.

Guildenstern is KIND of a lousy messenger. He’s referenced some commandment from Gertrude but has failed to state what that command is. Instead he gets all touchy and moody with Hamlet for bantering. Which is all the stranger since he previously had a bantering relationship with the prince. All previous exchanges were banter and now messenger Guildenstern can neither deliver the message nor fall into his usual style of conversation with his friend.

Nay, good my lord, this courtesy is not the right breed.

You’ve got to breed pedigree courtesies – make sure you mate them with well made courtesies.
It helps, too, to line their cages with handmade paper. If you put down newspaper, they’ll breed but they might not reproduce the best courtesy.
Breed them right and you can make a coat of the right courtesies. But – a coat with the wrong breed of courtesies will not only make you look like a fool – it won’t keep you warm either. Start with the right breed of courtesy and you’ll breed even better
courtesies.

You are welcome.

Guildenstern responds to this as if Hamlet’s been an asshole to say it. But it doesn’t strike me as particularly obnoxious. Guildenstern has said he’s been sent to him and no other particular request has been made.
I imagine if I had a friend who said to me, “Your mom sent me here.” I might say the same. I suppose the expectation is that Hamlet should ask, “What for?”
Guildenstern has clearly made a choice here – he’s chosen sides. Gertrude’s side has won and Hamlet has lost – or else surely he’d play along – say, “Thank you” to “You are welcome” and maybe take a seat and smoke a cigar with Hamlet for a moment before letting him know that he really ought to go see his mother because she’s freaking out and totally needs to see him.

The Queen your mother in most great affliction of spirit hath sent me to you.

What if Guildenstern has a special relationship with Gertrude?
She has specifically sent Guildenstern to Hamlet because Guildenstern, upon seeing Gertrude upset, has gone straight to her. What if the King and Queen sent for Rosencrantz and Guildenstern because the Queen knows exactly where to find Guildenstern and thinks he might be able to help her with her son.
What if Guildenstern has suddenly gotten a little paternalistic, a little Polonius like – with Hamlet because he’s just been getting busy with his mom?
What if it started years ago when Hamlet and Guildenstern were young and Guildenstern would come over and be all Eddie Haskell with Hamlet’s Mom.
“Hello, Mrs. Hamlet, you’re looking beautiful today.”
And since Mr. Hamlet was so often away at the wars, she found herself flattered and intrigued. Neither Rosencrantz nor Hamlet ever the wiser.
Nor Claudius Nor Hamlet Sr, either.
Gertrude and Guildenstern get it going.
Until of course it all falls apart.
Like everyone in this play.

I am tame, sir.

For the most part, I am.
You won’t see me fight. You won’t see me buck or roar.
When attacked, I roll over immediately. I will apologize as a reflex – not because I did anything wrong.
I am led fairly easily.
If you say, “Come with me,” I am likely to go.
But I have a wildness that isn’t loud or violent.
I am very hard to bridle or saddle. I will slip away, shrug you loose. You might be able to get something over me but I will find a way to unclasp it, to shake it off.
I am wild like a wildflower – delicate and strong at the same moment. And while I’d like to have the wild ferocity of a lion, my wildness is quieter, more still, more cunning. I won’t be ridden or captured. I will bend in the breeze on a hillside.

Good my lord, put your discourse into some frame, and start not so wildly from my affair.

It’s not so wild what Hamlet’s just said previously. He’s bantering. Very logically, it would seem to me. I have met many people who DID need to put their discourse into a frame, that did veer wildly. Hamlet does a good demonstration of that behavior elsewhere in the play, particularly when he’s talking with Polonius. His cloud analysis, for example, is much more wild than the joking suggestion that Guildenstern should go tell the doctor that Claudius is choleric.

It makes me think about how people so often see others according to how they expect to see them, rather than how they really are. There’s a study with rats where they told people that their rat was especially clever or stupid and held them, and the rats then performed better or worse in a maze depending on people’s perceptions of them.  Which is a slightly different thing – because Guildenstern thinking Hamlet is crazy doesn’t make Hamlet crazy but it does make Guildenstern interpret everything Hamlet says as being crazy, even when it really makes sense.

Expand this to the effect this idea might have on children, though, and we can see how kids would start to take on the qualities that are projected on to them. It happens with race, too. There was a story on This American Life about the biases that get pre-school African American kids sent home while white pre-schoolers don’t. You get sent home enough times for doing nothing – you’re gonna want to just go ahead and DO something. So black children get sent home more than white children and suddenly there’s a reputation.

Put a frame around that discourse.

For for me to put him to his purgation would perhaps plunge him into more choler.

I love when this happens in English. We don’t think of English as a particularly musical language. It’s not Chinese in that way but when you encounter “For for me” in this sentence, you absolutely have to do something with the melody of the line to make it make sense. If you read for for me with the exact some weight on each word, it would sound absurd. It looks crazy- but of course, if you HEAR “for for me” in context, it doesn’t raise the slightest bit of attention. It makes SOLID sense. But looking at it, it looks like a mistake. It needs the music to make sense.

Your wisdom should show itself more richer to signify this to the doctor.

I wonder what a Renaissance cure for choler was. What exactly would a doctor do if you came to him with a complaint of choler?

So, Claudius, what brings you here today?
Well, Doc, I gotta bad case of choler. I feel like, maybe, I could rage all night and get myself on a murdering streak. What can you do for me?
Well, Mr. King, that sounds like a fairly serious case of choler. We’ll need to balance your humors right away. Maybe a little dose of phlegm will do it? With a bit phlegmatic influence, you might find your choler mediated a bit. Or at least slowed down. I recommend a large dose of milk after every meal and when your nose wants to run, swallow it. Retain all the phlegm you can.
Doc, that sounds a little disgusting.
I’m a DOCTOR. It’s the MODERN AGE. This is the swinging 17th Century, Claudius. That’s why you come to me – to get the advanced treatments.