Hamlet Blog Post #4

How darest he criticize my father!  How can a begrieving daughter react to her father dying?  He was my guiding light in a black room as he spoke to me with “words of so sweet breath compos'd” (3.1.12) Yes he had his suspicions about my dear love Hamlet, but can thou blame him?  How dare Peter Seng declare that my departed father hath “catechize [me] in an accusation of guilt.” (Seng)   For he was simply advising me against that madness that he saw in Hamlet, which turned to be the very same madness that hath killed him!  For Hamlet hath murdered him in the end “dead and gone”! (4.5.20)  How can I ever trust again?  For I trusted my father with my everything, “with almost all the holy vows of heaven.” (1.3.30)  For he maligns my father by saying that “no one is to be trusted or taken at face value.”  And he was murdered by the man that I loved and trusted more than anything, or so I thought!  For indeed the song that I sing is correct and "By cock, they are to blame" (4.5.59-60).  O woe is me, I should have listened to my father.    For this “groundless slander” that Seng writes about is the very advice that I should have followed.  For now my father lay dead “Larded all with sweet flowers;” (4.5.120) Larded with me beside him.