Act 2

The news of my father's death is still troubling me. As bad as I want to react, I am afraid of the repercussions and do not want to hurt my mother, for I love her dearly and my father's ghost told me not to.  So as long as I cannot act, my phony madness will provide an alibi for my bizarre actions. I already have Polonius believing I am obsessing over his daughter. Then there's the player and his empathy and emotions for someone he has never even met.  Where is this passion inside of me to avenge my father's death?

"Ham: Ay, so. God be wi' ye./

                       [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.]

                             Now I am alone./

          O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I!/

          Is it not monstrous that this player here,/

          but in a fiction, in a dream of passion,/

          could force his soul so to his own conceit/

          that from her working all his visage wann'd,/

          tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect,/

          a broken voice, and his whole function suiting/

          with forms to his conceit? And all for nothing!/

          For Hecuba!/

          What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba,/

          That he should weep for her?/"

                                 (Act 2, Scene 2) 

All is well, however. Thanks to this passionate player, I have now devised a plan to prove Claudius' guilt. With the gift of these truly talented players, I will have a play with a story to that of my father's death. I will change some of it and add some things to further deepen the story.  If Claudius is not guilty, all will be well for him. If he is guilty, however, he is sure to hastily make his way out of there for his guilt will be too much.  Hahaha, oh Claudius, how you will regret ever doing what you did!