Hamlet Blog Post 1

How does one move on from tragedy? And what’s harder, how can I bear to watch the kingdom so familiar to me move on without me. The death of ones’ father is filled with “the trappings and the suits of woe,” (1.2). And yet they ask me to dress in colors brighter than these. There was no time to mourn, but he, my father, is yet “two months dead!—Nay, not so much two,” (1.2). Beyond this, within a month my mother, who pledged her love and loyalty to my father, finds reason in remarriage- to my uncle no less. “My father’s brother, but no more like my father than I to Hercules, “(1.2) He is nothing of a great king, though he has my father’s kingdom fooled. He will nothing of my father’s legacy, “but break my heart, for I must hold my tongue,” (1.2)