How art thou, they ask? But one cannot be fine if one fouls off thy daughter. Hamlet is a mad man I say! But stay, and see what I shall do. I shall prove Hamlet is mad for my flower. Which my flower ‘asn’t bloomed. I’ll let loose my daughter while the eyes of mine see ta’en words that she will receive by this monstrous man. Pray thou will not hurt her. But I must prove that truth behind his actions. If this does not work, the king brought two of his fellows which might drag thy tongue away. This must all happen during the morrow, for during the moon he is a wolf. Betoken him to everyone thou true self. I must leave and do this task, and I shall write to you after this.
Polonius
Dear unreasonable father of mine whom i love dearly much,
ReplyDeleteHow dare you set me up with a mad man
With lord Hamlet who hath gotten insane since yesters day.
Onto his brutal hands hath touched me around thou neck
shall it be fair i be thrown agaisnt thou mirror?
I would like to know what kin'of father are you?
Sincerely Ophelia