"Ham: [Aside] A little more than kin, and less than kind./
King: How is it that the clouds still hang on you?/
Ham: Not so, my lord; I am too much i' the sun./
Queen: Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off,/
and let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark./
do not for ever 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./
Ham: Ay, madam, it is common./
Queen: If it be,/
Why seems it so particular with thee?
Ham: Seems, madam? Nay, it is. I know not 'seems.'/
'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,/
nor customary suits of solemn black,/
nor windy suspiration of forced breath,/
no, nor the fruitful river in the eye,/
nor the dejected haviour of the visage,/
Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief,/
That can denote me truly. These indeed seem,/
for they are actions that a man might play'/
but i have that within which passeth show,/
these but the trappings and the suits of woe./"
(Act 1, Scene 2)Why did my father have to die? I really do miss him. Whoever brought about this horrible act upon him will really pay for this. And what's wrong with my mother? Here I am, still in grief and mourning and she goes out and marries my uncle no more than 2 months after my father's death? That's horrible! How could my uncle go along with such a horrible deed unless he has some hidden agenda that none of us are aware of. Oh life, why must you be so difficult sometimes?
Edit: WOW, WHAT JUST HAPPENED!? So my friend Horatio thought it would be funny to play a joke on me and take me to see the "ghost" of my father. Funny thing is, he wasn't joking! There he was, right in front of me, revealing the truth behind his death. That damn uncle of mine, I should have known better!
And I bet you're all wondering what the ghost looked like. It kind of looked like this, but not really.
http://www.atom.com/blog/files/2009/10/ghost.jpg
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