As I read I kept coming back to the idea that she knew her husband was murdered but she kept a quiet tongue. Why is this? Was she truly afraid or did she have her heart set in a place where being queen was more important than being honest? Considering that she dies as well I will believe that later of the two; she just wanted the power. I found the relationship between Hamlet and Ophelia very intriguing as well. One moment he is giving her the world on a string and the next he is screaming at her to leave his sight and go to a nunnery! I think this whole “ghost” thing is getting to him. Horatio seems to be a good friend. Every time he spoke of something that happened my mind kept wandering back to the first time he and Hamlet saw the ghost together. Swear, Swear, Swear after every Hamlet line to Horatio was very funny and pleasing to my imagination. I, literally, pictured a man in a cloak sitting on the stage, looking like a death eater from Harry Potter, creeping closer and closer to them as they swore not to speak of the events that Hamlet had just partaken in. “Swear!” I really enjoyed the fact that there was a screenplay inside of a screenplay; and they were both about the same
As I read I kept coming back to the idea that she knew her husband was murdered but she kept a quiet tongue. Why is this? Was she truly afraid or did she have her heart set in a place where being queen was more important than being honest? Considering that she dies as well I will believe that later of the two; she just wanted the power. I found the relationship between Hamlet and Ophelia very intriguing as well. One moment he is giving her the world on a string and the next he is screaming at her to leave his sight and go to a nunnery! I think this whole “ghost” thing is getting to him. Horatio seems to be a good friend. Every time he spoke of something that happened my mind kept wandering back to the first time he and Hamlet saw the ghost together. Swear, Swear, Swear after every Hamlet line to Horatio was very funny and pleasing to my imagination. I, literally, pictured a man in a cloak sitting on the stage, looking like a death eater from Harry Potter, creeping closer and closer to them as they swore not to speak of the events that Hamlet had just partaken in. “Swear!” I really enjoyed the fact that there was a screenplay inside of a screenplay; and they were both about the same