Comparison Between Hamlet And Laertes

Horatio after the duel between Hamlet and Laertes

So this is the inescapable conclusion. Hamlet at the septic sword of his uncle and Laertes venomous plan. Now I am thrown into peril, do I endure through the dark hours without my finest prince, and loyalist friend, or do I end my torment here, at the tip of the sword that slaughtered both sagacious hamlet and the once virtuous Laertes. Before Hamlet overlapped into realm of the departed, he asked me to not heave myself upon the blade and to in its place, speak his story, convey to everyone what truthfully ensued here. I don’t know if I can indeed live on deprived of my honoured friend. All the years of Hamlet and I adventuring together, oh how the bonds of this infirmity cut deep into my soul. Oh prodigious brother of Denmark, now dead. Woe is me, I think not to
I cannot contemplate living on without my faithful friend.

Hamlet, before his death, bestowed upon me the honour of telling his story; how the exceptional prince of Denmark defeated his iniquitous uncle, King Claudius. Surely I must honour, his last desires, but how, how do I endure along this path of existence knowing how my revered friend hamlet is slaughtered at the hand of my once friend; the once righteous Laertes. Oh bitter and cruel times, the king deceased, slain by his own Machiavellian plans, the queen, finally displaying her fidelity to her son hamlet by disobeying her husband and swallowing the poisoned wine for her son. Laertes, dead at the blade he himself poisoned for gallant Hamlet. Could I have clogged this slaughter? Am I to blame for what has transpired here? Should I have drawn this idea of retribution from his mind, and urged him to move on