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THE SKINHEAD HAMLET Shakespeare's play translated into modern English Our hope was to achieve something like the effect of the New English Bible – Eds [Richard Curtis]. Scene IV The Battlements. 
 Enter HORATIO, HAMLET and GHOST. 
 GHOST : Oi ! Mush, get on with it! 


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THE SKINHEAD HAMLET

Shakespeare's play translated into modern English

Our hope was to achieve something like the effect of the New English Bible – Eds [Richard Curtis]

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Scene IV The Battlements. 


Enter HORATIO, HAMLET and GHOST. 


GHOST: Oi! Mush, get on with it! 


HAMLET: Who did it then? 


GHOST: That wanker Claudius. He poured fucking poison in my fucking ear! 


HAMLET: Fuck me! 
(Exeunt.)

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I am thy father’s spirit

Doomed for a certain term to walk the night

And for the day confined to fast in fires

Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature

Are burnt and purged away. But that I am forbid

To tell the secrets of my prison-house

I could a tale unfold whose lightest word

Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,

Make thy two eyes like stars start from their spheres

Thy knotted and combined locks to part

And each particular hair to stand on end

Like quills upon the fearful porpentine –

But this eternal blazon must not be

To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O list

If thou didst ever thy dear father love –

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Sleeping within my orchard –

My custom always of the afternoon –

Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole

With juice of cursed hebona in a vial

And in the porches of my ears did pour

The leprous distilment whose effect

Holds such an enmity with blood of man

That swift as quicksilver it courses through

The natural gates and alleys of the body

And with a sudden vigour it doth possess

And curd like eager droppings into milk

The thin and wholesome blood. So did it mine

And a most instant tetter barked about

Most lazar-like with vile and loathsome crust

All my smooth body.

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Thus was I sleeping by a brother’s hand

Of life, of crown, of queen at once dispatched,

Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin,

Unhouseled, disappointed, unaneled,

No reckoning made but sent to my account

With all my imperfections on my head.

O horrible, O horrible, most horrible!