When Rosencrantz and Guildenstern meet the Players on the way to Elsinore, the sky around them changes. In the shots of the players, it's gray sky, possibly approaching dusk, and in the shots of Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, it's pitch black. See more...
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The Player: We can give you rapiers, rape, or both.
Guildenstern: I think I have it: A man talking sense to himself is no madder than a man talking nonsense not to himself.
Rosencrantz: Or just as mad.
Guildenstern: Or just as mad.
Rosencrantz: And he does both.
Guildenstern: So there you are.
Rosencrantz: Stark, raving sane.
Rosencrantz: Do you think Death could possibly be a boat?
Guildenstern: No, no, no. Death is not. Death isn't. Take my meaning? Death is the ultimate negative. Not-being. You can't not be on a boat.
Rosencrantz: I've frequently not been on boats.
Rosencrantz: Anyway, I don't believe in it.
Guildenstern: In what?
Guildenstern: Just a conspiracy of cartographers, then?
The Player: We're more of the love, blood, and rhetoric school. Well, we can do you blood and love without the rhetoric, and we can do you blood and rhetoric without the love, and we can do you all three concurrent or consecutive. But we can't give you love and rhetoric without the blood. Blood is compulsory. They're all blood, you see.
Guildenstern: It's what people want, then?
The Player: It's what we do.
Ambassador: The sight is dismal. And our affairs from England come too late. The ears are senseless that should give us hearing, to tell him his commandment is fulfilled. That Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead.