#hamlet shitposting

hamlet older gen subplot if it were good existed

We had...a fair measure of stories, some fun, some decidedly less fun. When we were actual children - or, more exactly, when I was a teenager and when Hamlet and Claudius were not yet so - Claudius would fall asleep whenever I attempted to converse with them, which annoyed me greatly and amused Hamlet greatly. Frankly, we only grew closer around the years when the war with Norway started. We spent quite some time on the battlements stargazing, and we may have huddled together on multiple occasions not solely for warmth. There was also that breakfast when Hamlet declared to me abruptly that he considered me 'part of the family' now, whatever that means...and we engaged regularly in pillowfights, believe it or not.

The beauty of theatre is not knowing, is it not? Did you not find it jarring that Kent stated himself to be forty-eight in King Lear?

Nevertheless...if you are so curious, I could indulge you. On the day of my death in my particular iteration of Elsinore, perhaps, then:

-I was sixty-three.

-Hamlet was twenty-one. Ignore the Gravediggers.

-Ophelia was nineteen, Laertes was twenty-two, and Reynaldo was forty-nine.

-Claudius was fifty, Gertrude was fifty-eight, and Hamlet the First would have been fifty-four. His birthday passed between his death and mine.

How now? Is this a secret, now? Pah. Half the court is well aware, and only uninterest precludes Their Majesties from learning of it...