Hamlet Blog Post #1

O woe is me.  O dearest friends, I cannot decide what I am to do.  Won’t thou give me guidance as to my course of action?
It was just yesternight that Hamlet and I were two hopelessly trapped people in love’s tight embrace, but now my brother bespeaks to me the dangers of “Contagious blastments … in the morn and liquid dew of youth.”  (1.2.41)  And O my father lessons me on this as well.  He betells to “think [myself] a baby” (1.2.105)  O what infant am I?  For I only require a father for I hath not been married.  It seems that they think of me as a leech.  Nourished by thine self-righteous blood, I shall not be capable a severing my teeth from ye flesh.  For how can I be a wife if I am banished to be a daughter and a sister.  For Hamlet never hath betold me that I “speak like a green girl.” (1.2.100)  But how dishonorable would it be for I to not dutifully reply that “I shall obey, my lord” to each of his requests (1.2.135)  O what a disgrace for a gentile woman I would be!  And so I bequeath to you my most inner question.  Should I make like a dear woman and be wary of a love that “gives more light than heat” (1.2.117) or should I follow the light of my world, and hope that he is the gentle gent for me.
Thy Dearest,
Ophelia