Part of the park on Sorin’s estate. Wide avenue leading away from the spectators into the depths of the park towards the lake is blocked up by a platform roughly put together for private theatricals, so that the lake is not visible. To right and left of the platform, bushes. A few chairs, a little table.
Recites from Hamlet .
“Oh, Hamlet, speak no more! Thou turn’st mine eyes into my very soul; And there I see such black and grained spots As will not leave their tinct.”
From Hamlet .
And let me wring your heart, for so I shall, If it be made of penetrable stuff.”