DOMAIN OF HAMLET

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

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.

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.;

My jester full of joy and fun so long

ago; now Yorick and Julius C.

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.

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

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,