Mandeep - Hamlet to himself

Hamlet! O Hamlet! What are you going to do? Are these signs or mockeries, which I see? It is as if I am a powerful sword, not yet struck by its owner. Why am I not in action? Why is it that I wait, when I should be moving my feet faster than a tycoon? His face sneers at me, asking me to punch him smack between his eyes. O why? Why do I hold back? He is the killer, who I must kill. That is for sure. He has killed my father and stained my mother, in my father’s bed. On top of that, I am sure he is waiting for the perfect moment to stick a spear into me. So then why do I hold myself back? Technically, it is me or him. If I do not kill him, he kills me. Yet, if I kill him, I get killed by the law. Both ways I die. And I am sure I cannot kill him the same way he killed my father; for he is too witty, and evil to let his guard down. Wait a minute. What am I doing this for? What life do I have? Kill him, my hands are bloodied. I don’t kill him; I spend the rest of my life in agonizing pain because I did not avenge my father’s death. What is my life? My father’s dead, my love’s dead. So much death around me, I fear I might just drown in death. Wouldn’t that be easier than tormenting myself? But what will my fate be in the afterlife. Then again, if I kill Claudius my fate will be the same as his. Because he will face God with blood on his hands and so will I. I must learn the ways of the eager. Look at Fortinbras: 20,000 men, all for a few rocks and trees. His soul reason is pride. My pride is in death… the death of Claudius. I must learn from him.

Mandeep Hamlet to Gertrude

You are a blind whore, literally. How can you not see my father’s ghost? Now I know that it is real, for its spoken words are true. It is the one who told me your bedfellow is the murderer of mine father. Therefore I am not as mad as you accuse me to be. Open your eyes and clean your soul. The fact that I can see it and not you, means the ghosts only show itself to the clean of heart. I am not mad, woman! Your eyes deceive you. But come I must bring forth what I truly want to say to you. Let not the temptation of that snake drown you in the mildewed waters of infatuation. Confess yourself to heaven, repent for what has happened and avoid the future. I tell you now. If there is a god, which there certainly is, alls who sin will be buried in punishment. At the moment that includes you, my mother. You know inside the sins you have committed, even though you bring them not to your tongue. You and I both know that Claudius is a wretched beast. He will pay for his sins. You on the other hand can escape persecution. My mother, in all your beauty and virility and kindness, can repent. Repent now or you will face the same wrath, that which will be placed on Claudius by Almighty God. I have committed no act, which needs repentance. You and I can rule over Denmark… together…. as one.

Mandeep- Hamlet to Gertrude

O mother, my morbid actions do not explain my minds inquisitions. I have killed a rat instead of the black stallion the tip of my dagger so sorely thirsts. I had taken him for his better. And after this fools death, you ask me what you have done to exhibit my rage. It’s as if you are oblivious to what you have done in the past few months. You vile whore, can you believe that you have switched bed mates faster than the workers switch bed sheets. That god of a man, who was my father, would spit at you right now if he was here. You have committed such an act that blurs the grace and blush of modesty, and calls virtue hypocrite. O Fie, your equivalence is among the beetles and maggots out in the court yard. Two brothers! Ha … ha… hahahaha. What a woman? Spent her youth pleasuring one, and will spend her final years being pleasured by the other. Nay it is not love. At you age the heyday in the blood is tame. By my thoughts you should have died many days ago, being bitten by that snake every night, in the rank sweat of an enseamed bed, stewed in corruption, honeying and making love over the nasty sty!

Polonius has been slain! Nay Nay! It cannot be! I am at fault for this disastrous result! I ordered Hamlet to seek thee, and look what has happened. He comes onto me like a demon possessed lover, a violent fiend thirsty for ones heart. This is not my son! Perhaps my ponderings were correct. Perhaps he is consumed with lust for me, his mother! Then what goes! He proceeds to accuse me of murdering his father claiming ¨Heaven's face doth glow O'er this solidity and compound mass With tristful visage, as against the doom, Is thought-sick at the act.¨ I meant not to hurt him so! Had I known what end comes --nay this cannot be! ¨Thou hast cleft my heart in twain!¨ Polonius slain at the hands of my born flesh!

Why oh why has this been brought upon me?! For at first I believed the insanity of my dear boy was the product of his lingering lust for his dearest Ophelia, but is it absurd to ponder that perhaps this lust is directed at me? His mother? No! No! This cannot be. But I cannot help but sense such bitterness towards me since I wed thee Claudius. I cannot help but a nagging feeling that the play was a mocking of Claudius and I. The Queen Player was looked upon to be a filthy whore, a wretched beast! But nay my son would do no such thing! I'm so astonished by this behavior. This boy is not my son. He has been consumed with grief and heartache! Aye what a tragedy!

Dearest Ophelia
As you are aware, Claudius has planned for Hamlet to run into you while he and your father hide to witness his reaction thus determining if it is his love for you that has drivin him mad. I do hope that it is for this reason "So shall I hope your virtues will bring him to his wonted way again, To both your honors." You have caused my son wretched heartache and I pray thee you cause him no more!

Adieu,
Queen Gertrude

It is no wonder the King and Queen have requested the help of Rosencrantz and I. Hamlet has gone nutty. He keeps rambling nonsense. He speaks of men as dust and disease filled air, and god forbid, women are not interesting to him? Hast thou truly be insane. Although he does seem quite mad, I do beleive he is on to our motives for visiting. He claims he knows we were sent to spy on him and insists upon our honesty.
And does a mad man openly admit his madness? I do not beleive thee to be true. Goodness. It is no wonder a man goes mad from thought. There is so much to think about it!
I do hope someone if not I, gets that man some help.
-Guildenstern