Claudius: you’re going to England; Hamlet: amazing! (4.3.39-47) #InkyCloak #SlowShakespeare

CLAUDIUS      Hamlet, this deed for thine especial safety –

Which we do tender, as we dearly grieve

For that which thou hast done – must send thee hence.

Therefore prepare thyself:

The bark is ready and the wind at help,

Th’associates tend and everything is bent

For England.

HAMLET                     For England?

CLAUDIUS                                                      Ay, Hamlet.

HAMLET                                                                     Good.

CLAUDIUS      So is it if thou knewst our purposes.

HAMLET         I see a cherub that sees them. But come, for England.       (4.3.39-47)

Claudius at his most forcefully emollient, more in sorrow than in anger, etc. You have to understand that actions have consequences: Hamlet, this deed for thine especial safety—which we do tender (I’m only thinking of that, of keeping you safe!), as we dearly grieve for that which thou hast done—don’t think that you haven’t done a terrible thing, don’t think for a moment that I’m not really upset by this whole thing. But still, as a result of what you’ve done, your actions must send thee hence. You’ve got to go away from here. Therefore prepare thyself; make ready, and quickly. The bark is ready—the ship’s waiting—and the wind at help, propitious for a speedy departure. Th’associates tend—oh good, it’s Rosencrantz and Guildenstern again, probably a bit much to have a little embarrassed wave from one of them? Road-trip, dude! (Well, sea voyage.) And everything is bent for England; everything’s ready, just waiting for you.

For England? Faux surprise? (He’s known about this for a while.) Ay, Hamlet. Measured, serious, brooking no argument. Well, good. FINE. So is it if thou knewst our purposes; yes, it is a good thing (pushing back just a bit) if you’d bother listening to why you’re being sent there. Oh, I see a cherub that sees them. You’re up to something; heaven only knows what—but I’ll find out. But come, for England! Huzzah! Off to Blighty! Let’s go! Heavy, heavy sarcasm.

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