Hamlet: Act 1, Scene 2
I cannot believe my family - no. I cannot believe my mother. How dare she? My father dies unexpectedly and before his body can go cold she is already thinking about marrying my uncle! He is not even anything like my father! My father was King, he was honorable and good. My uncle? Please. There is no comparison. I have to figure this all out. Maybe Horatio can help me out. He is not as passionate as I am so he can think things through carefully. Maybe there is reason to my mother’s madness. Maybe this has to happen. I highly doubt it, but it is possible. I do not know about my father, though. How can he just die? Just like that? And do not even get me started on my uncle. He is being so infuriating lately, aside from his usual obnoxiousness. Ever since my father died, he has been on my back about everything, and my own mother will not back me up. She sides with him! She will NOT be forgiven for that. Why does uncle have to get so mad? It was my father, for Christ’s sake! Oops, I mean for goodness sake. I cannot believe I said that. Anyway, I think I should be allowed to mourn for some time before I force myself to go back to normal. It is not “unmanly” of me to be sad about losing my father. It is not his place to put me down in such a way. He is NOT my father! I should talk to Ophelia. She can be a comfort, at times. Though, others, she exasperates me as well.
But that is besides the point. I must get to the bottom of this. I must find out what is going on with my mother and uncle. I must get to the bottom of my father’s death. I know Horatio can be of some help. He has been such a good friend.
I wish I could just leave to Wittenburg. The people around here are getting a little ridiculous.
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