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!