By the way I ought to ’ave mentioned that young ’Amalet’s mother, the widow of the ghost, ’as gone and married the very man ’oo caused ’er former husband all this inconvenience. And when young ’Amalet has had this interview with the ghost he comes over all funny and ’e ’as to take some of his tablets in order to get it down. Well in the middle of all this unpleasantness poor ’Amalet ’as no friend to turn to. Orphelia, ’is young lady, ’as turned out a big disappointment. Somehow or other she doesn’t seem to be able to come up to the scratch. I don’t know ’ow it is—I think it’s mostly on account of ’er upbringing. She’s been made thoroughly cowed by her father Polonius. He’s the Prime Minister and Head of the Secret Service Department. ’Amalet ’its ’im off a treat. “Oh ’im,” he says. “’E is all for a joke or a tale of bawdy or ’e sleeps.” How well we know that type!

Anyway at the finish Chance steps in. Young ’Amalet sits moping about you see. ’E doesn’t seem to ’ave any go in ’im somehow. So the old king says to ’im: “Look, cousin ’Amalet.” Cousin means nephew in Shakespeare you see. He says: “You’re properly run down. What about a few days at the seaside?” But ’Amalet says: “No, I tell you what I would like Uncle Claud,” he says: “Could we ’ave the local repertory company in to do a show?” And the old king says to
  Rose and Crantz and Guild and Stern, only two people you see: “Why not?” he says. “It might take ’im out of ’imself a bit.”

Well now Chance steps in again because young ’Amalet arranges with this theatrical company to enact a copy of a play in which the story is so similar to the circumstances of his own dad’s death it’s positively uncanny. “Now then,” ’e says to Horatio, “while this play is progressing keep your eye on Uncle Claud. If ’e blenches we shall know ’e’s the guil’y par’y.”

Well, believe it or not, in the middle of this play the king goes and blenches. No, it’s right honestly. And ’Amalet immediately shouts out “Wormwood! Wormwood!” meaning “I reckon you ought to be locked up.” And then all the lights fuse and the old king rushes out in a panic, shouting for an electrician.

Well, be that as it may, in the next scene young ’Amalet slays Polonius. ’E stabs ’im through the arrahss, y’see, where ’e’s secreted ’imself in order to satisfy ’is curiosity. And so Polonius dies as Aristotle laid down some years before through ’is weak spot. And young ’Amalet pushes ’is body into a little cupboard on the back stairs and leaves it there.
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