Mandeep Hamlet to himself

Shall I? Or shall I not. That is the question. The ghost speaks to me in a trance such as my fathers. I also feel that Claudius’s soul is covered in mill weed and ash. His talk sounds like the devil preaching. I am not a man to act in rash motions. I will prove to myself that he has committed the dreaded deed of regicide. This player that has entered my dominion will help me secure my thoughts. I will add a few lines here and there, to make it seem exactly what the ghost protruded. I promise myself that I will take revenge if that ass even flinches. My plans make sense… right? Logically, if he killed my father he will blench. If he blenches I kill him. Why do I feel like crap though? Has Claudius committed a deed I always wanted to follow through on myself. If I wanted my father dead, then I am no different from Claudius. O fie! Fie. My mother? That is the reason. O fie! Fie! O why, my mother? Why Gertrude? Calm down Hamlet, you are over-thinking things now. No I am not. Yes you are. O what am I saying, arguing with myself? I must gather my thoughts. That is it! He blenches; I shove a sword down his mouth.