Monologue on Gertrude
Gertrude
Oh, Polonius, Polonius…stabbed cruelly to death! My sweet child, what has happened to you? You’ve gone mad! My darling Hamlet used to be so innocent and playful... He was always out in the fields with his friends, having a good time. He had such a lovely upbringing, if I do say so myself. His father and I loved him very much and we ensured he had the best of everything. I have never seen him like this before. His eyes brim with hate. He’s surrounded by the aura of a deranged man. This stabbing is only one thing that has made me worry about him.
Marcellus told that Hamlet had a conversation with King Hamlet... as a ghost. For heaven’s sake, how mad can he be? A ghost, a ghost, a ghost… of course there is no such thing. Telling Hamlet that Claudius was adulterous and seduced me… It was nothing like that at all! He is trying to make me feel guilty. By god, his words were really insulting. He even said he wished I wasn’t his mother and insinuated that I am a whore. That’s the last thing I am. It’s not my fault that I failed to love King Hamlet anymore. What Claudius and I did was the best thing for my wellbeing. I didn’t want to be with King Hamlet; he was no longer my true love. I was willing to do anything to be with Claudius. He was a true gentleman.
Hamlet may hate me but that’s only because he doesn’t know or understand what really happened between Claudius and I. It all started at a family feast and that’s when I began to realise… well, when I began to realise I was with the wrong brother. My marriage with my previous husband was monotonous. He was the father of my child, yes,-but daily life with him was becoming excruciating. He was never affectionate towards me and didn’t give me what I wanted. He was too busy ruling the country and it felt like he didn’t care about me. My eye began to wander and it was at this family feast that my feelings towards Claudius became so strong. Could you blame me if my eye began to wander? He showered me with
Oh, Polonius, Polonius…stabbed cruelly to death! My sweet child, what has happened to you? You’ve gone mad! My darling Hamlet used to be so innocent and playful... He was always out in the fields with his friends, having a good time. He had such a lovely upbringing, if I do say so myself. His father and I loved him very much and we ensured he had the best of everything. I have never seen him like this before. His eyes brim with hate. He’s surrounded by the aura of a deranged man. This stabbing is only one thing that has made me worry about him.
Marcellus told that Hamlet had a conversation with King Hamlet... as a ghost. For heaven’s sake, how mad can he be? A ghost, a ghost, a ghost… of course there is no such thing. Telling Hamlet that Claudius was adulterous and seduced me… It was nothing like that at all! He is trying to make me feel guilty. By god, his words were really insulting. He even said he wished I wasn’t his mother and insinuated that I am a whore. That’s the last thing I am. It’s not my fault that I failed to love King Hamlet anymore. What Claudius and I did was the best thing for my wellbeing. I didn’t want to be with King Hamlet; he was no longer my true love. I was willing to do anything to be with Claudius. He was a true gentleman.
Hamlet may hate me but that’s only because he doesn’t know or understand what really happened between Claudius and I. It all started at a family feast and that’s when I began to realise… well, when I began to realise I was with the wrong brother. My marriage with my previous husband was monotonous. He was the father of my child, yes,-but daily life with him was becoming excruciating. He was never affectionate towards me and didn’t give me what I wanted. He was too busy ruling the country and it felt like he didn’t care about me. My eye began to wander and it was at this family feast that my feelings towards Claudius became so strong. Could you blame me if my eye began to wander? He showered me with