*Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead

* Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead

My pronouns are he/him/heads or they/them/there must have been a moment at the beginning where we could have said no ... but somehow we missed it

ROS: Well. Well, that's a step in the right direction.

GUIL: You didn't like him?

ROS: Who?

GUIL: Good God, I hope more tears are shed for us!...

ROS: Well, it's progress, isn't it? Something positive. Seek him out. Where does one begin...?

GUIL: Well, that's a step in the right direction.

ROS: You think so? He could be anywhere.

GUIL: All right – you go that way, I'll go this way.

ROS: Right. No. You go this way – I'll go that way.

GUIL: All right.

ROS: Wait a minute. I think we should stick together. He might be violent.

GUIL: Good point. I'll come with you.

ROS: No, I'll come with you...

GUIL: Right.

ROS: I'll come with you, my way.

GUIL: All right.

ROS: I've just thought. If we both go, he could come here. That would be stupid, wouldn't it?

GUIL: All right – I'll stay, you go.

ROS: Right. I say. I've just thought. We ought to stick together; he might be violent.

GUIL: Good point.

Okay so a production of Hamlet that ends with “Goodnight, sweet prince,” etc. and then Horatio looks up and sees the audience for the first time and is both shocked and furious, because his world is falling apart and you sat there and watched.

This play is so chaotic