Gender_Plot


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 * **Write a modern version of any of the scenes that deal with your theme.**
 * **Write a modern version of any of the scenes that deal with your theme.**


 * Stay true to what is going on in the character's "heads" but how things happen can be adjusted to reflect modern times**

//Elsinore. A room in Polonius' house.// //Enter Laertes and Ophelia// //Laertes:// My luggage is ready, and now I’m off. Ophelia, text me every day I’ll wanna’ know the gossip. //Ophelia//: Would I ever not text you? //Laertes//: And as for that Hamlet kid and all his flirting, ignore him. He's flighty and not serious and he'll drop you like garbage eventually. //Ophelia//: You don’t have to be so rude! I thought he was really serious about our relationship. //Laertes//: Forget him. He cares too much about his reputation. His life is dedicated to Denmark. If you fall in love with him and sleep with him, he'll end up breaking your heart. You're too young for a serious relationship. //Ophelia//: If I do what you say, you have to, too! Follow your own advice and don't sleep around. Don’t be trashy! //Laertes//: Would I do that?! //Enter Polonius//. //Laertes//: Well, Dad's here. I guess I gotta’ get goin’. //Polonius//: Still here, son? Get going! There'snot much traffic right now but if you wait too long, you’ll be waiting in a jam for hours. First, though, some advice. Think before you speak. Look before you leap. Be friendly but not vulgar. Be nice to your friends but don't be cocky. Don't fight for Gods sake. Listen to your elders. Don't be judgmental. Don't dress in tacky clothes because you represent me and I don’t want everyone to know you’re my son in those clothes. And above all, be true to yourself. Now I’ll see ya’ when you get back. //Laertes//: Alright, alright. See ya. //Polonius//: Yes, go. Your car is waiting. //Laertes//: Bye, guys. Remember what I said to you, sis. //Ophelia//: Yeah, yeah. //Laertes:// 'Bye! //Exit Laertes.// //Polonius//: What did he say to you, Ophelia? //Ophelia//: Something about Hamlet. //Polonius//: I've noticed you two have been hanging out together lately, and you seem to have been enjoying it. What's going on? //Ophelia//: He's just been a little flirty, that’s all. //Polonius:// Flirty? Hah! You're so young and naive. Do you believe he actually is interested? //Ophelia//: I'm not sure what to think. //Polonius:// I'll tell you. He's not sincere. And you're making me look bad by spending time with such a man. //Ophelia//: But, Dad, I think I am starting to like him! //Polonius//: Yeah, right. //Ophelia//: He's promised to take me to see the world! He’s promised he loves me. //Polonius//: Young, hormone-crazed men will say anything to get themselves a woman. They'll promise you anything if they think you'll sleep with them. I was that age once, too. I know. Don't believe a word Hamlet says. Stay away from him! //Ophelia//: Dad! How dare you. But fine, whatever. //Exit// __Aleka Duguay__ ||
 * Re-write a scene of the play in a different genre: western, gothic, fantasy, sci-fi, etc. You can take creative licence here to create something exciting. (eg Hamlet walks into the saloon where Claudius is having a drink with the Queen...) Stay true to what is going on in the character's "heads" but how things happen can be adjusted to suit the genre. ||
 * Hamlet's Soliloquy
 * Re-write a scene of the play in a different genre: western, gothic, fantasy, sci-fi, etc. You can take creative licence here to create something exciting. (eg Hamlet walks into the saloon where Claudius is having a drink with the Queen...) Stay true to what is going on in the character's "heads" but how things happen can be adjusted to suit the genre. ||
 * Hamlet's Soliloquy
 * Hamlet's Soliloquy
 * Hamlet's Soliloquy

(1.2.129-159)

Setting: In an elvish castle deep inside of a forest. Hamlet is walking just outside of the castle on a porch covered with marble pillars and benches. It is pouring rain.

Hamlet: It seems it has come down to this. I am tired, stale, and life is seeming bleak. If I would not be condemned to a shallow grave of indecency for taking my life I believe I would do so. Not a single man would take into account a small loaf of bread over a feast unless they were truly mad as I, or my mother for that. My father, the King, he was truly a leader of men, a noble, caring king. I would like for all men to be as such. But as for my mother, she is but a mere speck of dust upon the snout of a pig. She was attached to my father as a bur in a lion’s mane, and she would not let go. It seemed as though she needed him, or any man for that matter, to survive, but not only to live, but to thrive. She needed him more and more with every second that was spent with him. Yet even so within the month that my father, her husband, was lowered into his grave, she ran into the arms of incest! How foolish can women be?! To be so full of lust that they run into the arms of another man before the tears of heartbreak can even be dried? I had always assumed many women would do so, but my own mother... This betrayal will not soon be forgotten. Not for my mother or for any other woman. They should learn to not be so hasty into finding love, and now I know I will never be. ||
 * Nicole Gehl ||
 * Nicole Gehl ||