Sweet Claudius, I love you just as much as the old king. I wish I could with all certainty tell you that your words were true, but I do not know if they were. It is true that I think about you constantly. However I still have feelings for Hamlet. He was my first husband and my first true romancer. He was so sweet and kind to me. It makes me feel guilty to remember his bloudless confessions of love to me, when I am married to his own brother. He trusted me completely and now his trust burns me! Oh hamlet! Oh Claudius! Oh woe is me! I have married two men in my life. First Hamlet, dashing,bold,distant. Then came Claudius, sly, wicked and present.
How could my bawdy mother do such a thing? My father dies and less then two months later she is married to my errant uncle. I cannot believe my ears. It is obvious that my father was a much better lover than Claudius can ever be. He only cares about himself and his reputation. Fie, oh fie! 'Tis unfair to me and the realm of Denmark. I can not imagine how the others in this castle think of my mother. 'That bawdy wench!' Oh god. I wish I could tell my mother what really happened to her husband...maybe that would show Claudius' true colours.
ReplyDeleteSincerely, Hamlet
Josh, no pic? I like your diction in this post. Always try to show your depth of knowledge of the play. Great start!
ReplyDeleteI hate you mom I can't believe you would move along from my dad, your husband so quickly with this lying dirt bag that killed my dad, your true love, well I hope. Anyways you are heart lese and I hate you go to hell, Hamlet Junior
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