The piece creates a gently disconcerting atmosphere. Characters speak lines that belong to others, most affectingly when Ophelia describes her own death, taking the queen’s “there is a willow grows aslant a brook” speech for her own, as well as Hamlet’s ‘to be or not to be’.

Angus Hubbard’s Hamlet, very young, was also touchingly vulnerable in this Elsinore where walls shifted along with allegiances. Even the quotations on the little slips of paper were surprisingly apt. The one that floated into my hand read: “Use every man after his desert, and who shall ‘scape whipping?” Perhaps, though, they printed extra copies of that one for press night. Rhoda Koenig