CLAUDIUS Why, ’tis a loving and a fair reply.
Be as ourself in Denmark. Madam, come –
This gentle and unforced accord of Hamlet
Sits smiling to my heart, in grace whereof
No jocund health that Denmark drinks today
But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell
And the King’s rouse the heaven shall bruit again,
Re-speaking earthly thunder. Come away.
Flourish. Exeunt all but HAMLET. (1.2.121-8)
I wasn’t speaking to YOU, Hamlet might as well snarl at his stepfather’s (perhaps sarcastic) interjection: why, ’tis a loving and a fair reply. Well said! Be as ourself in Denmark, Claudius adds, adding insult to injury; Hamlet is already a royal prince, after all, and he doesn’t want any favour of the kind that Claudius might bestow. Claudius continues with the sarcasm, and goes back to ignoring Hamlet—and he doesn’t want Gertrude to start a proper conversation with her troubled son either: madam, come. We need to be somewhere else now, busy busy, and this gentle and unforced accord of Hamlet sits smiling to my heart! I’m SO pleased that he’s agreed to what I wanted without the least sign of discontent, wouldn’t you agree? He’s in quite a good mood, really! And in grace whereof—because I’m SO PLEASED with how everything’s going, no jocund health that Denmark drinks today, not a single pledge that I make as I down yet another drink, king-style, will go unaccompanied by a twenty-one-gun salute: the great cannon to the clouds shall tell and the King’s rouse the heaven shall bruit again, re-speaking earthly thunder. Being a king is super-fun, you get to be incredibly noisy and disruptive for the smallest, slightest reason. Cheers! Come away. Yes, right now.
Fanfare, and then, finally, Hamlet is alone.