Rosencrantz
Good my lord, what is your cause of distemper? You do surely bar the door upon your own liberty if you deny your grievances to your friend.
My Lord, what's the matter with you? You’re not helping yourself if you don't tell your friends what is bothering you.
Hamlet
Sir, I lack advancement.
What do you think Hamlet means when he says he lacks ‘advancement’? What do you think he expected to happen when his father died?
Rosencrantz
How can that be -
Enter PLAYERS with recorders.
Hamlet
O, the recorders! Let me see one. Will you play upon this pipe?
Guildenstern
My lord, I cannot.
Guildenstern
Believe me, I cannot.
Guildenstern
I know no touch of it, my lord.
Both Hamlet and his friends are lying to each other in this scene. Look out for all the ways Hamlet tries to tell them he knows they are spying on him. What do Rosencrantz and Guildenstern do to try and make Hamlet confide in them?
Hamlet
It is as easy as lying. Govern these ventages with your fingers and thumb, give it breath with your mouth, and it will discourse most eloquent music. Look you, these are the stops.
It’s as easy as lying, just put your fingers and thumb over the holes, blow into it and it will produce beautiful music. Look, here are the holes.
Guildenstern
But these cannot I command to any utterance of harmony. I have not the skill.
I don’t know how to create a nice piece of music, I don’t have the skill for it.
Hamlet
Why, look you now how unworthy a thing you make of me: you would play upon me. You would seem to know my stops, you would pluck out the heart of my mystery, you would sound me from my lowest note to my compass. And there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ. Yet cannot you make it speak. ‘Sblood! Do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you fret me you cannot play upon me.
Well you certainly think you know how to play me! You know where to put your fingers, you blow out the mystery from me, you play all the notes from the highest to the lowest I can make and yet you can’t play excellent music from this little recorder. My God, do you think I’m easier to manipulate than a recorder? You can call me any instrument you like and prod me, but you cannot play me.
(Text edited for rehearsals by Simon Godwin)