Encontrei isto como citação no Isle of the Might, por isso fui á procura do texto completo, e é um exemplo perfeito de Redcaps (ou anarcas) a terem uma aproximação à cultura. Foi escrito por um dos gajos que escreveram o Blackadder.
Dedicado à Inês.
The Skinhead Hamlet
Shakespeare's play translated into modern English.
The Battlements of Elsinore Castle.
[Enter HAMLET, followed by GHOST.]
GHOST: Oi! Mush!
GHOST: I was fucked!
HAMLET: O Fuck.
[Enter KING CLAUDIUS, GERTRUDE, HAMLET and COURT.]
CLAUDIUS: Oi! You, Hamlet, give over!
HAMLET: Fuck off, won't you?
[Exit CLAUDIUS, GERTRUDE, COURT.]
HAMLET: (Alone) They could have fucking waited.
HORATIO: Oi! Watcha cock!
[Enter OPHELIA and LAERTES.]
LAERTES: I'm fucking off now. Watch Hamlet doesn't slip you one while I'm gone.
OPHELIA: I'll be fucked if he does.
[Enter HORATIO, HAMLET and GHOST.]
GHOST: Oi! Mush, get on with it!
HAMLET: Who did it then?
GHOST: That wanker Claudius. He poured fucking poison in my fucking ear!
HAMLET: Fuck me!
A corridor in the castle.
[Enter HAMLET reading. Enter POLONIUS.]
POLONIUS: Oi! You!
HAMLET: Fuck off, grandad!
[Exit POLONIUS. Enter ROSENCRANZ and GUILDENSTERN.]
ROS & GUILD: Oi! Oi! Mucca!
HAMLET: Fuck off, the pair of you!
[Exit ROS & GUILD.]
HAMLET: (Alone) To fuck or be fucked.
OPHELIA: My Lord!
HAMLET: Fuck off to a nunnery!
[They exit in different directions.]
The Throne Room.
[Enter PLAYERS and all COURT.]
I PLAYER: Full thirty times hath Phoebus cart...
CLAUDIUS: I'll be fucked if I watch any more of this crap.
[Enter GERTRUDE and POLONIUS, who hides behind an arras.]
HAMLET: Oi! Slag!
GERTRUDE: Watch your fucking mouth, kid!
POLONIUS: (From behind the curtain) Too right.
HAMLET: Who the fuck was that?
[He stabs POLONIUS through the arras.]
HAMLET: Fuck! I thought it was that other wanker.
A Court Room.
[Enter HAMLET, CLAUDIUS.]
CLAUDIUS: Fuck off to England then!
HAMLET: Delighted, mush.
The Throne Room.
[Enter OPHELIA, GERTRUDE and CLAUDIUS.]
OPHELIA: Here, cop a whack of this.
[She hands GERTRUDE some rosemary and exits.]
CLAUDIUS: She's fucking round the twist, isn't she?
GERTRUDE: (Looking out the window.) There is a willow grows aslant the brook.
CLAUDIUS: Get on with it, slag.
GERTRUDE: Ophelia's gone and fucking drowned!
CLAUDIUS: Fuck! Laertes isn't half going to be browned off.
LAERTES: (Alone) I'm going to fucking do this lot.
CLAUDIUS: I didn't fucking do it, mate. It was that wanker Hamlet.
LAERTES: Well, fuck him.
[Enter HAMLET and HORATIO.]
HAMLET: I got this feeling I'm going to cop it, Horatio, and you know, I couldn't give a flying fuck.
[Enter HAMLET, LAERTES, COURT, GERTRUDE, CLAUDIUS.]
LAERTES: Oi, wanker: let's get on with it.
HAMLET: Delighted, fuckface.
[They fight and both are poisoned by the poisoned sword.]
[The QUEEN drinks.]
GERTRUDE: Fucking odd wine!
CLAUDIUS: You drunk the wrong fucking cup, you stupid cow!
HAMLET: (Pouring the poison down CLAUDIUS'S throat) Well, fuck you!
CLAUDIUS: I'm fair and squarely fucked.
LAERTES: Oi, mush: no hard feelings, eh?
HAMLET: Oi! Horatio!
HAMLET: I'm fucked. The rest is fucking silence.
HORATIO: Fuck: that was no ordinary wanker, you know.
FORTINBRAS: What the fuck's going on here?
HORATIO: A fucking mess, that's for sure.
FORTINBRAS: No kidding. I see Hamlet's fucked.
FORTINBRAS: Fucking shame: fucking good bloke.
HORATIO: Too fucking right.
FORTINBRAS: Fuck this for a lark then. Let's piss off.
[Exeunt with alarums.]