O wretched state! O bosom black as death! O limed soul, that, struggling to be free, Art more engaged! Help, angles! Make assay. Claudius, What have you done? I regretted all of this. It is a big mistake, and I wish I could go back in time. I was so mad for power, wealth, love and money, that I killed my own brother, King Hamlet by pouring a small bottle of poison into his ear. I don! |t know how did his son, my nephew, Hamlet knows about my sin. I did it so superstitious, and carefully at night when no one was around.
Hamlet sent a play for us to see. It was a trap, which he called a ‘mouse traps’. He knew it all along. The play was just a test, to see how I will react.
But I can! |t let anyone knows about me killing the King. I have to do something. Sending Hamlet to England doesn! |t work, instead I got a letter from him that he is held by the pirates, it is time for plan 2. Laertes will found out that Hamlet had killed Polonius, and will go for revenge. Hamlet will lose for sure, because Claudius is an expert in swords fight. I can! |t stop now or I will be killed instead.
O Gertrude, it is my entire fault that you got involved. I always loved you. You will always be protected by me, no matter what happened. Ophelia has gone mad, Hamlet seeing things, Polonius! |s death, Rosencrantz! |s and Guildenstern! |s deaths. One problem linking to another, and it is all started since I killed King Hamlet. When Hamlet get back to Denmark, the first thing that I am going to do is to set Laertes and Hamlet up to fight together.
The Essay on Spiritual Reassessment Hamlet King Death
... of the hero's death, the play harks of the "moral reconciliation" that Weldon speaks of. When King Hamlet is killed, and then returns ... as a ghost to speak with his son, Hamlet, he tells the story of his death. ... reassessment and moral reconciliation. In Hamlet, the final scenes result in the death of Hamlet, the King, the Queen, Polonium, and Ophelia. ...
Laertes will avenge for his father! |s death, Polonius and his sister! |s madness, ophelia. I will put a poison pearl into the drink that Hamlet will drink after me. That way, he will be killed. Laertes! |s sword will be dipped with deadly poisons that will kill anybody instantly. It is too late to stop; I have to do this to save my life, my crown, and my kingdom. Pretty Ophelia, when sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions; first, your father slain; Next, Hamlet! |s gone, the people muddied, thick, and unwholesome in their thoughts and whispers.
Poor Ophelia divided from herself and her fair judgement, gives me superfluous death (kill me over and over again).
I feel too guilty, but I can! |t stop now, it is too late for me to stop now.
