Ros. Ophelia!
Ros. Ophelia!
Oph. (delighted and surprised) Rosencrantz and Guildenstern! This meeting likes me much. We have not met since we were babies!
Ros. The Queen hath summoned us, and I have come in a half-hearted hope that I may claim once more my baby-love!
Oph. Alas, I am betrothed!
Ros. Betrothed? To whom?
Oph. To Hamlet!
Ros. Oh, incomprehensible! Thou lovest Hamlet?
Oph. (demurely). Nay, I said not so – I said we were betrothed.
— W.S. Gilbert, “Rosencrantz and Guildenstern”, 1874
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Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are clones Hamlet Sr. created so that his son could have friends.
“Raindrops on roses And whiskers on kittens Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens Brown paper packages tied up with strings These are a few of my favorite things”
The Player:
The old man thinks he’s in love with his daughter.
Rosencrantz:
Good God. We’re out of our depths here.
The Player:
No, no, no! He hasn’t got a daughter! The old man thinks he’s in love with his daughter.
Rosencrantz:
The old man is?
The Player:
Hamlet… in love… with the old man’s daughter… the old man… thinks.
Rosencrantz:
Ah.
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead by Tom Stoppard
“It would have been nice to have had unicorns.”
— Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead
Ophelia: I love you!!
Hamlet: I love you, Horatio! Uhh, Ophelia! Ophelia!!