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

Thank you gentle Guildenstern and Rosencrantz. It is greatly appreciated that you have provided your help in getting to the bottom of Hamlets mad behavior. It wrenches my soul to see him like this. You have known Hamlet since childhood and will hopefully be able to find the cause of his distress!
Queen Gertrude

Gertrude: Love sick son?

My poor boy is still acting so strangly. I pray to God he recovers from this madness. Im sure that it is only due to my hasty marriage and the death of his father, but Polonius has convinced Claudius otherwise. He claims that Hamlet is madly in love with Ophelia. Just the other day my dear Hamlet went to her chamber is a state of disarray and rambled on about his love for her. It is true that since Polonius restricted Ophelia from seeing him, he has been quite odd. Now that I think about it, the source of Hamlets madness could very well be at the hands of Ophelia. Oh Fie! My poor lovesick boy!