Madness

Oh how sad it is to find out in the Speare Daily that our dead Ophelia has gone mad from grief! If only she had not seen the body of her father that day when Hamlet killed him thinking it was me behind the curtain eavesdropping on him and Gertrude. But what really agitates me is that this Seng fellow believes that Gertrude had an "...inadequate mourning for King Hamlet, and perhaps for worse offences as well." (Seng 218) He is stating that my dear Gertrude was being mocked by the mad Ophelia when Ophelia sang, “Which bewept to the ground did not go With true-love showers.” (4.5.38-39) He dares mock my Gertrude that she is a whore and didn’t mourn for my brother as she should have done?! How dare he! Does he not know that she was reluctant at first to marry me! I was with her all the time! Gertrude “…would hang on [me]…” (1.2.143)

But he is right about one thing, “Her father has been killed- by her mad lover as she believes- and hastily interred.” (Seng 218) It is true Hamlet, my son killed Polonius. Hamlet himself admits that, “Indeed this counselor Is now most still… (3.4.219) Hamlet has gone mad with paranoia! He acts as if every person who is conspiring against him when he tells Gertrude that “…my two schoolfellows, Whom I will trust as I will adders fanged,” (3.4.207-208) he thinks that even his close friends from school are conspiring against him and doesn’t even trust them even the slightest bit anymore! He is worse than Ophelia is in her madness!

But alas tis sad that young Ophelia mourns her father even more and more and young Seng over here thinks that Polonius’ death was his own doing when he says “…it is his spying, sneaking, and eavesdropping that finally brings about his own death.” (Seng 221) How can he say that innocent Polonius who I even said “As of a man faithful and honorable.” (2.2.131) brought about his own death! That’s preposterous! He was only doing what I asked of him!

Polonius was nothing more than a victim of Hamlet’s revenge towards me for murdering his father! His father deserved to die! If I had not killed him, he would have passed the kingdom unto young Hamlet and I would never have been anything but the brother who had nothing but a name! But back to dear Ophelia who sang as if she were in her right mind in the way she sounded and her voice was so beautiful. She spoke the truth, there is something rotten in the state of Denmark-me murdering King Hamlet! Also the death of her father as she sings in grief for him. She was such a sad sight that I cringed in my boots when I saw her! Oh I wish she never saw the body for then I could have told her that he’d gone on a business trip to England for me. Sigh….Hamlet must leave Denmark at once for this vile act of his!