Act Three
Act
Three Scene One
Sub
Scene Four
The
doves' commitments
Ophelia's
heart sank on hearing Hamlet’s words. He did …once loved her in his words. She
stepped back from him.
“Indeed,
my lord, you made me believe so.”
“You
should not have believed me, for virtue cannot so inoculate our old stock but
we shall relish of it. I loved you not ever since.”
Ophelia
recalled her offering once before; their bedroom then among the discarded
items.
“I
was the more deceived.” Ophelia sighed. “We were once…”
All
Ophelia could visualize was her naïve offering then. A pair of doves was
perched on the window sill then cooing their love despite the scene inside.,
“The
named loving doves?” Hamlet saw the doves and used them for his paradox then,
“I
had known that some doves will mate for life while others will only pair
up for the season. We did not, and have not since.”
“If
we were doves In some cases, if their pair passes away it is believed that
these doves are aware of their loss and mourn the death of their pair. We do
not for love we were not. Not now.”
“Indeed,
my lord, you made me believe then. I was ready but….”
“You
should not have believed me, but we shall relish it your intentions.” Hamlet’s
words hut her then.
Hamlet
saw her then, unlocked to his view, and he does not forget, with now his words,
that I was the offeror, yet he did not take it.
If
only Ophelia had seen his mind; his roving days on tour, he had his dallies
with relish but he felt it was the need to feel than the need to share. He took
and received it holding no memories of it later. It was to him a passing moment
of his life, erased by dawn. He looked at Ophelia, whom he once wanted to share
but failed.
“I
loved you not.” Hamlet hammered it in. She reminded him too much of his mother.
He had read Freud and denied that notes that he may have favored his mother to
any others, but no, he had seen her infidelity as his impotence to feel the act
than to be done with it, as to expend his anger.
“I
am not to be led by Cleopatra.” Hamlet then voiced out the Empress’s seduction
in an extract of the play from Mark Antony and Cleopatra; if you find him sad,
say I am dancing. If in mirth, report that I am suddenly sick. Quick, and
return.”(Cleopatra Act 1 Scene 3, Shakespeare.)
“I
will not be deceived,” Hamlet said. “I am not a fool like women are to me.”
“Truly,
I was the more deceived.” Ophelia felt the stab that went deeper. She waited
for him, and then the woes of her father to move on for he was a man
undeserving; she did wait for him. If he had known of her previous offerings,
he may have lain like the King itself.
Ophelia
devoted herself to the books for her salvation awaiting the knight to take her.
It was all in the books she had read. There were various developments of living
life freely but she ignored those passages. She was to be pure and purity
though it may have her stagnant then.
“Indeed,
my lord, you made me believe so.” Ophelia strived for the silver lining or the
magical vine or hair to release her from the wait. Her knight will climb or clear the path of the
forest.
“I
would never have thought…that Rapunzel had it better.”
“Your
virtue pure for me all this time?” Hamlet laughed. “No matter how hard we try
to be virtuous, our naturally sinful nature will come through in some way.”
“Move
thee from these walls. There are more you have not seen.” Hamlet told Ophelia.
“A world of everything; from nastiness to the clarity of heaven. You may call
to God for release in your voice when the body and mind blend and it’s not
sinful at all. It will give you a new perspective on what is called heavenly.
Strumpet not discounted to it.”
“He
thinks my daughter of one. I shall …” Polonius was furious but held himself
hidden.
“Ophelia,
you are not seeing from within the castle walls. You need to be out there. The
grass is greener there the flower beds in bloom and even trampled over, it will
recover for the sun and water that gives it nutrients.”
Hamlet
then felt that he may be wrong. She was too innocent to go out. Another castle
may be better for her.
“Get
thee to a nunnery now. Why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners with me?”
Hamlet told her that if ever they are together their offspring will be as bad
as him. Perhaps that is why a long time ago, he had spent out of her while with
many he had done the giveth and receiveth.
It’s
the strumpet on the one whom he calls mother.
“I
am myself indifferent honest, but yet I could accuse myself of such things that
it was better my mother had not borne me: I am very proud, revengeful,
ambitious, with more offenses at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in,
imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in.” Hamlet thus said that
he was never the pure soul that was thought of all, but a deceitful, and
scoundrel to the core. He should not have been born at all, but he was, and
best she avoided him.
A
better place was the nunnery where the devil will not break down its wall.
“What
should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven? We are arrant
knaves all; believe none of us.” Hamlet avail himself as like a demon who lives
between the dimensions.
“Best
thee not get to be that mother. Go thy ways to a nunnery the next. It's the
safer haven for you.” Hamlet was to see Ophelia again then like his mother; an unfaithful
one that may be the strumpet despite the taken vows to stay as one, and with
ones she will be with.
“He
banished me.” Ophelia felt her heart stop in its beat. He truly does not love
me anymore. “But why?”
“I
am…” Ophelia tried to find words to end the pain.
“I
desire no more of it. Where’s your father?”
“At
his chamber.” Ophelia was unsure. Her mind clouded.
“Let
the doors be shut upon him that he may play the fool nowhere but in ’s own
house. Do tell him if you see him. Or he may be here now. Let him hear it out.
He is a fool.” Hamlet turned his back.“Farewell.”
Polonius
who was hiding was furious but he shall not play into the hands of the other.
“I
shall remain hidden till he has done his act,” Polonius told himself.
“Oh,
If thou dost marry, I’ll give thee this plague for thy dowry: be thou as chaste
as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery,
farewell. Hamlet stopped his steps. He spoke without looking at Ophelia.
“Or
if thou wilt needs to marry, marry a fool; they are around aplenty, for wise
men know well enough what monsters you make of them,” Hamlet added on.
“Best be that thou go a nunnery, go, and quickly too.” Hamlet waved goodbye. “Farewell,
Ophelia.:
“Heavenly
powers, restore him!” Ophelia found in her to offer a prayer for Hamlet. “His
madness be cleared.”
“I
have heard of your paintings too, well enough.” Hamlet stood there.
“God
hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another.” Hamlet mocked
the faith inside Ophelia. “You jig and amble, and you lisp; you nickname God’s
creatures and make your wantonness your ignorance.”
“Go
to, I’ll no more on ’t. It hath made me mad. I say we will have no more
marriage. Those that are married already, all but one, shall live.” Hamlet
lent his words to the other married couple. To him, only one shall survive
soon. The words of the ghost told him to spare his mother.
“I
shall say this once only. The rest shall keep as they are. To a nunnery, go.”
Hamlet was to tell that his mother shall seek the same sanctuary soon. “You
will have company there.”
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