- 'Kill Uncle"
- Rosencrantz and Guildenstern = Joyce and Rourke (more of a Stoppard bit I suppose)
- Polonius' speech to Hamlet = "Dial A Cliche"
- "How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable/Seem to me all the uses of this world!" = "I've Changed My Plea To Guilty"
- "Frailty, thy name is woman!" = "I've lost my faith in womanhood"
- Hamlet's unstated love of his mother = Morrissey's strong affections. (Okay, maybe "~" rather than "=".)
- "Alas Poor Yorick" = "Cemetry Gates"
I'm sure there are lots of others.
Personally I don't see much of Hamlet in Morrissey. Hamlet isn't quite sure who he is or what he's capable of, and doesn't so much fear the consequences of his actions as wonder if it's even worth it to act at all. Morrissey, in my view, is someone who has already "acted" because he cannot be other than what he is: his life is a negotiation between himself and life
after his "tragic" individuation, not before, as with Hamlet. If both men are led through despair to philosophical examinations of the world's ills, Hamlet is more existential than Morrissey, first of all, and Morrissey is much more resigned to the way things are than Hamlet ever becomes.
I suppose you could argue that Morrissey, like Hamlet, is haunted by the unavoidable obligations of maleness, transmitted by the patriarchy, which he struggles to live up to. His story is a drama in which he must come to terms with his father's demands, a problematic existence which shallower onlookers believe is due to his suffering from typical adolescent bullshit or outright insanity. Unlike Hamlet, he does not succumb to the stifling rules of maleness, and yet the difficulties remain and cause a "tragedy" of sorts to unfold anyway, with the loss of a girlfriend, old friends, family, etc. Perhaps you could make a leap and say that Morrissey, like Hamlet, creates a role for himself and acts a part, but whereas the Danish prince has a certain end in mind, Morrissey does not exit the part. His escape from binding maleness is to become an actor, casting himself as the lead in a play within a play (pop music within life), and hitting the road to escape those domestic troubles in which his absent father and protective mother have played defining roles.
Anyway, I would think Morrissey is closer to Richard II, the "actor king", a quintessentially English exile trapped in his own country, possessed of a gift for vivid self-dramatization, a prisoner who may have more power than his captors, each of his dolorous laments as much a play for freedom as an inert expression of melancholy. Of course, being royal is a problem. But I'm talking more about their essential personalities.
This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle,
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
This other Eden, demi-paradise,
This fortress built by Nature for herself
Against infection and the hand of war,
This happy breed of men, this little world,
This precious stone set in the silver sea,
Which serves it in the office of a wall,
Or as a moat defensive to a house,
Against the envy of less happier lands,
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England,
This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings,
Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth,
Renowned for their deeds as far from home,
For Christian service and true chivalry,
As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry,
Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's Son,
This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land,
Dear for her reputation through the world,
Is now leased out, I die pronouncing it,
Like to a tenement or pelting farm:
England, bound in with the triumphant sea
Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege
Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame,
With inky blots and rotten parchment bonds:
That England, that was wont to conquer others,
Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
If you wanted to strike a Mark Simpson note you might go with Rosalind, but I like Richard better.