Charissa Chandra A Soliloquy By Gertrude after 4.5.

214 Ophelias disposition throttles me; it constricts my heart as though it has not been constricted already! Flower by flower she dealt, chanting her delirious tunes of love lost. She has misplaced her wits! She rambled continuously, her eyes faltering recognition and her mind untimely hovering between earth and the heavens. Her jagged reflection of myself terrified me, for I should be like her: loyal and committed. Her love for Hamlet was seeping from her pores, whereas my love for my own Hamlet was tossed into a blazing inferno with only scattered, unrecognisable remains left at the end. Why, my temperament should be the same as hers! My son is insane; my husband is dead and I have married his cruel brother in his stead! My snow white country has been tainted with the stain of scandal and adultery, my fault entirely. What was once a kingdom bound tightly by the hands of Hamlet is now scrambling to prevent an invasion from young Fortinbras! I will resuscitate this kingdom through young Hamlet. I must protect him, and I will use every ounce of will that I have to do this. I refused to greet Ophelia, though Horatios political recommendation stood in the way. She loves Hamlet so dearly, as she just coarsely expressed! Polonius, God bless his soul, should never have gotten in the way. I should not have allowed him to. There is no need for Hamlets insanity! Now, there is not one, but two rabid halfwits within my Palace! How will this reflect on me? I cannot have a kingdom of fools. O my Hamlet, how I miss you dearly! I thought your brother loyal and loving, though I now know his intentions. He wanted your rank. Naive me! I should have seen it before we wed; Claudius is a deceiving serpent. He must be overturned. How futile am I! It took a witless dumb show and a bumbling maiden to open my tightly shut eyes. Claudius murdered my husband and I felt nothing! Claudius reaction to the mime was the tell all. He hates my son like the body hates bloodcurdling poison, as the two do not combine without dastardly reactions. Aye, now my son is in danger. Young Hamlet is the image of you. He must be cured, and then he must rule! Hamlet... my King... I love you. I never loved Claudius. I loved his protection. I married Claudius and received his care whilst retaining the crown. What would have happened if I refused marriage? I would lose rulership over Denmark and end up a street urchin. I had no other choice but to decide the first option! I know I decided for an empire. I know the results are disheartening and far from favourable, and that I should have refused him. But God knows I would not survive one night on the streets! Though, Hamlet, my dear Hamlet, I have betrayed you. You are like my Samson I am selfish Delilah, I abandoned the thought of you for my own gain. Your overpowering strength has now been shadowed smothered by a blanket of darkness. I am sincerely apologetic for my actions, and if only your forgiveness could be redeemed. But you are gone now. I am worse than a whore! I am an adulteress, I am a fornicator. But what if I hadnt married Claudius? Yea, I had to! He would find a way to completely take over the sovereignty, and there would no righteous influence at all! I am helping Denmark! O God, how I long to be with you eternally, though how slight the chance! I deserve worse than hell! How did I fall for Claudius whilst Lucifer possessed his soul? Perhaps this shows my heart to be as black as the dark pits of hell, as I approved of the situation? I am married to the archangel of this

Charissa Chandra empire. Claudius is the evil sovereign, I am his queen. How I wish to scrub off this title! Scrub my skin until raw; reveal the holy flesh inside of me. How can I protect Hamlet without exposing my weaknesses? I cannot, I cannot, it is too hard! Denmark will see my fault; this whole predicament is my fault. No, no! I will not look weak. But I must I must protect Hamlet. He rightfully should have the throne now, but Claudius and I stole it away like a thief steals from a child. He is the image of his father; he will rule just as well as him! Denmark will be safer in his hands. In time, his insanity will be cured. How can I protect him? Ah... my life isnt as important as his. I must stand in the way of Claudius approaches; I will lunge in front of the dagger aimed for Hamlet. I must give my life for his. For Denmark!