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!