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Status: NOOOOOOOO! I am dead! But I am tooo young to die! || One month ago, I was the wife of the late Danish King, or father of Hamlet, but I remarried to my late husband's brother, now King Claudius, shortly after my late husband's unfortunate death. I have a son, Hamlet.//**
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I am the queen of Denmark and mother of Prince Hamlet.

"O Hamlet, speack no more! /Thou turn'st my eyes into my [very] soul,/And there I see such black and [grained] spots/As will [not]leave their tinct" (Act 3 scene 4 lines 99-102). || fjsdkfjldfjksdjfldskjfldsjfksdjfsjdfjsfjdsfjsdfjfljfljsd;fjksdlfjjjkjfksjfkjfdsjfs || Posts: Ophelia wrote at 9:10pm : Please, calm yourself. I'm not even sure if I like your son... I <3 your status, we'll figure out how to solve this, or I will leave my position! ** Well, at least my daddy has talked to you about his theory for Hamlet's eccentric behavior. You guys are going to investigate, so everything will turn out okay...right? ** **Hamlet** **at 7:06 PM:** Mom, you do know how much I hate you right? Just thought I'd mention it again. K, see ya around in the house! **Hamlet** **at 1:15 AM:** Okay, nevermind. I lied. When I saw you dying, when I saw you in pain, I realized that I still loved you. Whatever I said before was all out of anger. I'm still mad at you, but not as much as I was before. So, yeah, see you soon in the afterlife with my REAL daddy (since you know I never considered the evil Claudius my father - I am sure you hate him now too)! ||||  || Royal Palace at Elsinore, Denmark ||||   || Queen of Denmark ||||  || remarried ||||  || She is considered my friend because her son, Peter Houghton, is also a murderer. However, he killed more people (students) than my son, Hamlet (who only killed Polonius accidentally). || In the new Korean remake of Cinderella's story, the stepmother is despised by her biological daughter for being promiscuous. Similarly, Hamlet does not approve of my incestuous relationship with Claudius. ||  || Similar to me, Grace Cahill married the brother of her husband while her husband was at war. Her situation fits well with the incestuous condition that I am in. || **Suyuan Woo** I picked her as my friend because as a mother, she, too, remarried. Her first husband was an officer in Chungking at the time of the Japanese invasion, and when he died during duty, Woo had no choice but to flee to America and remarried. Even in her second marriage, she prays that one day her twin daughters (whom she left on the streets of Kweilin due to extenuating circumstances)will forgive her-just like me, praying that my son Hamlet will forgive his mother for her decision to remarry. ||  || My son Hamlet is on my friend list because deep down, my maternal instinct tells me that he resents me very much for re-marrying so speedily and worst of all, to his uncle! However, I am still his dear mother, and I love him very much so. That is why, I did not want him to return to the University of Wittenberg; I wanted him by my side. However, his rapidly deterioating mindset disturbs and worries me deeply. ||  || Once my brother-in-law, now my rightful husband. ||  || Even though you are no longer alive, no matter what, you were still my husband once. I cannot deny this fact. Rest in peace! By the way, please do not get upset at my remarriage...you have to understand. ||  || Even though he is just a councillor to the royal court, I feel very bad that he had to die that night. I hope he can forgive my mentally unstable son. ||  || I chose her as my friend because after all, she and my son had romantic feelings for each other. || **Laertes** I am indebted to him, for my son did slain his father and indirectly caused the death of his sister. ||  ||
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 * Polonius wrote at 10:20pm:
 * Ophelia wrote at 10:48pm:
 * Hamlet at 7:24P.M. :** Mother. Please stop being so selfish for once! You always do whatever you please. If you care about me so much, if you care enough to know what I ate, if you care enough to now if I washed behind my ears, try spending a little time with me, will ya? Leave your love (aka the King) for like two seconds and ask me how my day's going. But forget it. I know you could care less. Oh and you want to see me be a man? Well, just wait and watch. Just wait and watch mama!
 * Rosencrantz and Guildenstern at 7:57 P.M**.: Well that's a little harsh don't ya think?
 * Ophelia at 6:30P.M. :** Please, don't blame me for Hamlet's current state. He's been so mean to me, too! Idk what's goin on anymoree T_T
 * Rosencrantz and Guildenstern at 9:34 PM**: The trip to England is going just swell....now if only you son hadn't killed someone.
 * Claudius at 6:30P.M**: Hey gurl, dont listen to Hamlet, you know mee, hes on crack or something, hes crazy, luv u babe <3
 * Rosencrantz and Guldenstern at 4:56 PM**: Last time we checked, wasn't it the mother's responsibility to raise her own son correctly, not to murder people? BABAM!
 * Ophelia wrote at 10:06P.M. :** I know! that was sooooo fail. Oh well, too late now. Your death was kinda fail too, though...
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 * **Lacy Houghton[[image:nt062408-review.jpg width="140" height="211"]]**
 * **Grace Cahill[[image:http://www3.pictures.gi.zimbio.com/Warner+Bros+Premiere+V+Vendetta+Arrivals+1oRv2X59reTl.jpg width="171" height="240"]]**
 * **Hamlet[[image:Hamlet_final.gif width="218" height="236"]]**
 * **Claudius[[image:jacobistewart.gif width="210" height="190"]]**
 * **Ghost aka my late husband**[[image:magnetism_hamlet_ghost_450.jpg width="181" height="187"]]
 * **Polonius**[[image:po.jpg]]
 * **Ophelia**[[image:Ophelia_Jean_Simmons.jpg width="196" height="196"]]

**Notes--one for each Act**

__Act One__ One month ago, I was the wife of the former Danish King, and now, I suddenly became the wife of his brother-in-law. I am aware that my hasty, somewhat incestuous, and suspicious decision generates a wave of criticism in the kingdom, even from my beloved son. However, no one knows the real reason behind my monumental decision. Probably not even my former husband, who is probably turning in his grave. Today, Claudius and I entreated my dear Hamlet to remain in the kingdom instead of returning to the University of Wittenberg. I realize my son’s fiery passion for an intellectual life, but I really need his support and presence, especially after the not-so-long-ago death of my former, beloved husband and the unpopular marriage. Even though my maternal instinct tells me that my own flesh and blood harbors resentment and questions filled with anger and frustration towards my marriage to Claudius, I still cannot garner enough courage to reveal the real story behind it. Son, forgive your foolish mother! How I wish you can smile again. Ever since your dear father’s funeral, I scarcely see your display of happiness. I know your sorrow and woe stem partly from your father’s death and my unfaithful act, but please, dispel that dark cloud above your head. Life and death are normal cycles. Even though my first husband and your beloved father is gone, Claudius promises to treat you like his biological son. Wouldn’t you like that?

“Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted color off…/Do not forever with thy vailed lids/Seek for thy noble father in the dust./Thou know’st ‘tis common; all that lives must die,/Passing through nature to eternity. (Act1.sc.2.lines70-75)”

__Act Two__ Oh woe is me! Yesterday, I pleaded my son, Hamlet, to cast off that gloomy cloud above his head, and now today, he has gone mad! Were the death of his father and my hasty marriage that traumatic for my poor boy? Dear Heavens, rescue my pitiful son from this wretched state. It is time for him to move on from the past (or at least balance the sadness with joyfulness). I dearly hope that his two close friends, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, can restore my dear Hamlet's sanity and the happiness that he was familiar with before all the misfortunes. When that Polonius came to Claudius and me about Hamlet's state of mind, I was frustrated with Polonius' flowery speech. However, I had no idea that my sweet Hamlet is in love with a girl! The courting would have been sweet (even though I am perfectly aware that Hamlet's royal status is beyond Ophelia's league), but it has also drain Hamlet costly, reducing him to craziness. My son's mental state bothers me greatly to a point that I cannot even rejoice over the resolved conflict between my home Denmark and hostile Norway.

"I doubt [the cause of Hamlet's madness] is no other but the main-/His father's death and our [o'erhasty] marriage" (Act.2.sc.2.lines 59-60).

__Act Three__ Dear Heaven and Earth, did I fail miserably as a mother? My son's mental status has not improve a bit since last time-in fact, his ailment is progressing rather quickly! It distresses me greatly to see such a potential-filled youth to go to waste like this! At first, I naively thought that my precious Hamlet is recovering, for I heard from Rosencrantz and Guildenstern that he just took interest in the players' acts and performances like any other healthy young men would. However, my relief is short lived. The unexpected performance tonight greatly upset my current husband-and even surprised myself. Some of the scenes brought a wave of uneasines to my tender heart. Although I said I rather have the cause of Hamlet's madness as Ophelia's rejection of love toward him (instead of my recent marriage and late king's death), but as his mother, I was disappointed when my own son refused to sit next to me during the play tonight. Does he despise me so? Despite having taken aback, I decided to confront Hamlet as his mother, and even though it is wrong to have Polonius spy behind the tapestry, I still allowed him to do so during our conversation. Nothing in the world would have prepared me for the shock of the lifetime that I received when my disraught son entered my room. Not only was he talking deliriously but also disrespectfully towards me- his rightful mother and queen! Even though he is my true son after all, his vehement attacks about my marriage toward Claudius and criticisms about my lack of faithfulness to the late king startle me immensely. I seriously thought he would commit matricide, but more tradgically, it is not I who was slain but Polonius! What have this world coming to? At first my son is a madman, now a murderer? What is more unnatural is that Hamlet now claims he sees the ghost of my late husband! How crazy! How sad! How heartbreaking! Hamlet is going to the edge of no return! Even though he claims that his madness is merely an act, I am still worry. Maybe having him go to England is a sound idea; a change of scenery might improve his troubles. But who am I kidding... What is more unsettling is that even though Hamlet is talking madness, his critique of my character seems sane. Why was I so afraid of delving into my inner soul? Had I truly committed an irreversible sin against my late husband and son?

"O Hamlet, speak no more! /Thou turn'st my eyes into my [very] soul,/And there I see such black and [grained] spots/As will [not]leave their tinct" (Act 3 scene 4 lines 99-102).

__Act Four__ I am sorry, Hamlet, but what you did that night with poor old Polonius is unacceptable! Even though you specifically told me to keep the secret between us, I could not help but report the horrendus murder to Claudius! As your stepfather and my husband, he deserves to know about such a huge event, and I desperately needed a sane person to lean after that chilling night. Dear Claudius, thank you for your solace and support, and Hamlet, my dear, let us stop this madness and turn Polonius's corspe in! It breaks my heart to have you sent away to England, but as Claudius suggests, it is the only remedy for your illness right now. You are so out of control that it could have been easily us who you killed on that night-as Claudius reasons. Forgive me, son, but I do want you to recover to your former self. Eversince Hamlet left for England, Denmark continues to experience its waves of troubles. Ophelia went mad after her father's death. Her transformation reminds me so much of you, Hamlet! A bright, sane youth became the total opposite after the death of the father. Unfortunately, her decline was sealed by her drowning. Although I am not superstitious, I hope this is NOT God's hint that the same fatal fate will happen to you, Hamlet! As if Ophelia is not enough, the revenge-bound Laertes returned from France, nearly dethroning both Claudius and I! Do you now realize what a mess you have created, my son? Laertes, fulled of anger, mistakened Claudius as the murderer of Polonius, but I set the record straight. This afternoon, when I entered the room where Claudius and Laertes were meeting, I could not helpt but feel that there is something that I am not informed of. I do not appreciate the feeling, but I at least have to trust my husband, right?

"How cheerfully on the false trail they cry./O, this is counter, you false Danish dogs!" (act 4, sc. 5, lines 119-120)

__Act Five__ Today, Claudius, Laertes, and I finally laid Ophelia to rest. Poor gal, may her soul rest in heaven (even though she committed suicide). Had she been alive (and Hamlet sane), they would have been the perfect couple, and I her mother-in-law. At the same time, my son returned from England! Unfortunately, he and Laertes got into a physical fight as soon as the latter laid his hateful eyes on my son. I personally cannot blame Laertes, who lost his dear father and sister almost all at the same time, but from my son's behavior and laments today, I can tell that Hamlet does love Ophelia sincerely (lucky gal). Although it is clear that Hamlet had not cover completely in his mental state of mind, I am willing to be patient like a female dove, but Claudius will not. During the joustng tournament today, everything fell apart and came to an end. I accidentally drank the poisonus cup of drink, and died. Even though both Hamlet and Claudius tried to warn me, I still could not avoid the unaviodable. Maybe my murderous death is my punishment for my incestuous marriage after all. However, my sin will never be clean. Oh, how can I face my former husband and Hamlet, now? No matter what, I am proud of my son. As a ghost, I realized the truth: my son was never crazy; he just wanted revenge on Claudius.

"[Laertes is] fat and scant of breath. Here, Hamlet, take my napkin; rub thy brows. The Queen carouses to thy fortune, Hamlet" (act 5.sce. 2. lines 313-315).

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