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Hamlet Monologue Essay

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“Horatio!” I shouted
“Yes Queen Gertrude, what is it?”
“Claudius orders not to worry for Ophelia, I will go and watch the poor girl instead. I insist.”
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The noon darkness and damp-smelling air threatened to render me helpless beneath whatever pitiful shelter I sought. I cast my eyes to the charcoal sky, my attention grasped by a golden crack in the cloud layer where the sun streamed through. The storm was promised, the wind already unleashed, but there would be sunshine by morning, time to rebuild and repair the once innocent and advancing Denmark; I must give order to this world again. Following her into the darkness of the forest I watch as she rests against a weeping willow. Holding her head in her hands and playing with each flower that …show more content…

Killed. He is gone. And by who? My beloved Hamlet. And my dear brother isn’t even here with me, but rather in France. Oh Laertes if only I’d had listened to him with a clear head that wasn’t muddied with thoughts of love for Hamlet. I only ever wished to be loved. That’s all. Was I so wrong to dream of a life with deep love? How could Hamlet have joked about laying in my lap in front of everyone at the play? How wicked to treat a girl who only ever wanted true love with him. I thought we were good together, I gave myself to him fully? Maybe there was something missing…well my head that’s one. Was I the vulnerable antelope of the herd? Silly for thinking that Hamlet felt more for me? But I suppose for the time we spent together, he must have only regarded my legs as a pit stop for him. And me, nothing but a vacant body. He didn’t come to me with an intention to stay. I am bewildered, mentally drained and now Hamlet - my love - has gone insane as others have been whispering about. I couldn’t stop thinking about that night I had spent with him…I remember bathing at night. I would sit there examining my body beneath the water only to decide, I don’t want my body anymore. I know what I had done was wrong, and I felt contaminated, because Hamlet and I had been together in ways unknown to a woman before marriage. I wanted to take my skin off like I could a dress and throw it away. Only, I had been thrown away by Hamlet for going to bed with him. If …show more content…

“Oh gosh, my dear Ophelia, what are you doing out here?” I asked as she starting pledging her feet on the trunk of the willow as if she were trying to climb it.
“I’m sorry did you say something?” She said as she were humming along and began to further climb propping herself up so that she was standing on the slinky branches of the large willow tree.
“Oh Ophelia, good heavens what are you doing dear?” I asked worried of what she was up to now. What was going on in that head of hers?
“I don’t want to go among mad people anymore, get down from there!" I shouted now angry and tired of this madness.
"Oh, you can’t help that," she said, "we’re all mad now. Hamlet’s Mad. I’m mad. Now you."
"How would you know I’m mad?" I said with piercing eyes staring into hers.
"You have to be," she said as the corner of her mouth lifted in a smile and she shook her head. "Or you wouldn’t have followed me here.” Ripping the petals and herbs apart each piece fell floating on the surface of the now glassy brook that pooled beneath

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