Hamlet Blog Post 1 (13)

My love, eternal, hath diminished at the blow of a word. "This is for all: / I would not, in plain terms, from this time forth / Have you so slander any moment leisure / As to give words or talk with the Lord Hamlet. / Look to't, I charge you. Come your ways" (1.3.623). I cannot find sooth in my father's actions. His intentions to find me well at every turn, though amiable, are but leading me into despair. And my reply leaves little to be found, "I shall obey, my lord" (1.3.644). Under what moon might I find my love again, in which closet may my soul's wants be displayed? Through breeding I have discovered a solemn expectation, "A violet in the youth of primy nature, / Forward, not permanent- sweet, not lasting; The perfume and suppliance of a minute; / No more" (1.3.493). Laertes doth sing song of forbearance in mine life, truth be in mind of his wants, my brother he is in all his doings. His words do fill mine ears with a mourning befitting only true love's graces. "My lord, he hath importun'd me with love / In honourable fashion" (1.3.604), attempts at reckoning my father's mind are as feeble as the attempts made with my brother. In all ways but what they see we are for each other, continually bound by thoughts and struck by emotion. His set mind does not waiver, my father's resolve is absolute, "These blazes, daughter, / Giving more light than heat, extinct in both / Even in their promise, as it is a-making, / You must not take for fire" (1.3.627). In heart and mind I am distraught, in obedience shall I lay, like a corpse unto their grave? So willingly would I walk into solitude? Be it thine place rather than mine, were you too to feel these pangs for love, what then? I seek counsel at least.