Mandeep Hamlet to Polonius

I know I have inquired about your maiden daughter, yet I ask again, who is your daughter? Let me tell you something O powerful politician, your bliss is in your daughter’s happiness. If she hath fallen in love with a peasant, then let her marry. She hath not be happy with any other man, especially the one you choose for her. She will be content and prosperous with her choice. Let me explain to you the feeling of love. Its warmth covers you like a wool blanket. Enticing attraction can take over a man, even to madness. Love is like a midsummer storm, you don’t even know you are in love, until you are drenched in joy. Permission to love is not granted by parents, it is granted by God. Even maggots seem to be beautiful when you are in love. Love cannot be shackled by the iron of social position. The fruit of her whom will be your blood still, even it is the son of a prince or a peasant.