If Ophelia Had A Soliloquy
He loves me; he loves me not.
Now should I wonder this question
When my father and brother both warn me against him?
He loves me; he loves me not.
Oh I know I love him. His affections are so...
Should I respond? Should I tell him yes?
My heart, oh its torment!
On one hand I have the affections
That I've so desired from any man,
And yet father puts his sticky nose in
And tells me not to treat his affections.
Oh, what would he or my brother think
To know this "maiden" has been seen?
Disgrace for me?
No, secret it is.
I love Hamlet.
He loves me; he loves me not.
Oh how I damage this pretty flower.
That has just finally blossomed.
Affection desired and was given,
But where is he now?
He loves me; he loves me not.
Now our affections, be they not innocent?
My family surely does not think so.
I have to listen to them;
Being the weaker vessel, I must submit.
But to whom?
The father who had a part of my making?
My brother who shared my mother's womb?
My Hamlet, whose affections I so long...
To taste his kiss...
He loves me; he loves me not.
Would the answer be in a kiss?
Be that the silencer of tongues
And tell all of emotions or... just a silencer?
Oh if he were to just stop my mouth...
Foolishness.
He loves me; he loves me not.
Be this just lust, just infatuation;
That will be as brief or quick as a Scotch jig?
Will he leave me all alone?
Will I have to cry "heigh ho for a husband"?
No, I will not dream of it.
He loves me; he loves me not.
Comes he to my chamber;
He is a frequent visitor.
He must love me.
If he does not;
Alas there goes my mind...