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And never did the Cyclops' hammers fall On Mars's armours, forged for proof eterne With less remorse than Pyrrhus' bleeding sword Now falls on Priam. -
Virgil Aeneas
Laertes
What a man be Laertes who lost'th
father such as I, because I fill'd of
rage and temper taken Polonius
from Ophelia and Laertes alike.
If Laertes had not been rage'd at I,
I'd have thought he'd have been mad himself.
Forgiveness not accepted but love has,
I, not mad, compel'd to love him too, my foe.
Honorable man and honest friend he
has been, so duel we will to end the fate
of all and Elsinore will be Norway's
with my swift body and wit true to he.
A KING AND A FATHER
A man of wisdom, honor and strength;
how can one man be a lover, father
and ruler? So full of courage. Defeat
fallen on old Fortinbras in battle.
But such apparition can only be
demon or angel yet still father to
me. A little more than kin, and less than kind;
My uncle, betray'd brother, usurp'd king.
Corrupt thy good name of Gertrude the queen,
with adultery most foul and vile.
Such circumstance cuts the blood of mine,
no father of mine yet king nonetheless.
Bless the true king, oh father, your name is I!
KING CLAUDIUS POLONIUS MOTHER AND I
Oh what foul play from my uncle
Claudius, stained my mother and stole
her hand and King Hamlet's precious long life,
honor and royalty. To honor my
mother is to betray the wish of the
apparition so vivid in mind and
soul. To admit my sanity to
mother to keep the promise of the king,
kill the consul of royalty, which stain
my hands in fervor meant for uncle,
while God stand'th in my way of murder
why must't be so for I and this spirit
to seek vengeance yet slay and to confuse.;
The false king will fall to I tonight.
My jester full of joy and fun so long
ago; now Yorick and Julius C.
repair the holes of commoness today.
Friendship fit for a prince
Old friends of Whittenburgs past returneth;
Rosencrantz and good Guildenstern have come
to see an aged fellow, I, Hamlet, me!
To catch up on events of present life,
good fortune and company is claimed
to be the purpose of such visitation
is it wrong to say they plot against thy prince?
To plot against a familiar schoolmate?
I fear this may be the doings of Claudius,
to reveal thoughts of I the troubled prince.
Wicked intent or friends sojourn here?
Ophelia
Such beauty is Ophelia,
it drives me a madness not known;
madness of fire burn't so bright,
shine like a diamond light in the sky
of summer's nicest nocturne blinds me so;
my eyes cauterized by affection
life is but a phantasm of ecstasy
with beloved Ophelia so nice.
Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.
King Hamlet (Deceased)
Young Fortinbras
Delicate and tender prince I vow;
no thought of thy may be less wicked than
thy intent of Lucifer; morning star,
my thoughts be bloody, or nothing worth.
Fortinbras find quarrel out of dust,
And thy cannot avenge a father kill'd?
What then I but cowardly and meek,
when honor shattered and family dry,
then tender Fortinbras would take reign.
Murder of Gonzago
Players perform with thy wit of spirits;
my plan laid expose'th the king with truth;
oh father I will avenge thee in time!