Hamlet
Act IV
Scene V.V
Ophelia: Etre ou n'est pas etre
'Tis it nobler- to all thine land- to suffer
The stifling pressures of thine corsets
OR to sew thy problems in thine lovers' sheets
And thus sticking them to another
To Die, to sleep, morir, dormir
O the sleep, the sweet liberating end
FOr all heartbreak to cease, at once
Dead dead dead they say
Their eyes cold and wrinkled with their false sorrow
Was't I ever enough?
Nay, t'was mine own fault.
By mine own lover- slain
With no repentance, the one I had loved, and with whom had lain
Morir, Dormir, to sleep, to die
In turn shuffle this wretched mortal coil
Which has bound me by mine own mind
To a fate worse than Hell.
Flowers of remembrance and love whither such like the things they represent
As they lay, dying, dead, on mine own grave
For- try as the faeries that grace mine eyes may-
Je n'ai pas peur
Shall I give mine life a pause?
Mine own life, Ha, such a pitiful thing, full of accidents
That cause misfortune to all.
How the devil must laugh.
The monsters has't ta'en o'er mine mind, mine life
The devil hath sugar'd mine mind, mine life
So I- while hearing the treacherous whips and scurns of time- hath been living a lie
Mine virtues, mine love, mine innocence, mine own father
Hath all been stolen like a babe by the fae
By that vile, murderous son of a wench
That is the Crown Prince of the Dane
Damn him damn the dane
The dreams of death shall be sweet compared to this Hell i hath been living.
Nay, Not living. If't be so, I hath been existing.
This pathetic and woeful life shan't be living.
Not even a Nunnery could save me from the great Lord Hamlet
Who hath poisoned mine sweet childlike life
Into one of horror and sin.
[Pause]
The water flows, innocent and pure.
Untainted by the blood of many,
Untouched by the sins of mine and mine lover
In the end the oppressors hath one
Let't be known that fair Ophelia hath lost
Her mind, her chastity, her honesty, her life
The love of Hamlet- my once sweet Hamlet- is despised in mine own heart
Je peux être un sinner- contaminé tous
Mais je ne suis pas un lâche .
My father is slain
And rests in Hell with the Fallen
Soon, I shalt join my lord.
With this vile deceiving I am done
Hamlet, adieu, I relish in thine goodbye
And relish in mine eternal beauty
For the nymphs of the lake call out to me
For my soul shall join the Devils Bourn
With compulsive ardor, sans fear
I fall, like the ill-fated Icarus
Mine love- seemingly a pure, innocent, life giving thing
Seemingly free of all malicious cast
Hath caused me to fall from the heavens
Nay, the primy, vile undergrown object assays all
With fury like Mars it strikes me down.
The revenge driven bastard hath engaged me
And to put out mine fires of hate and passion with the piss of a peasant
The shimmering, ethereal water beckons
And thus I shall end the rhapsody of mine paltry life
And the eager slander that accompanies it.
Mes péchés seront rappelés
Comme ceux des pauvres , nymphe troublée Ophelia , chute de oraisons sans réponse
Never shall I take no action again
For I doth be taking
Mine last action
I walk into this glistening lake
To join the faeries in their unnatural, eternal dance.
[Dies]
Hey everyone, Ryn here, now known as JoKeR-aNd-JaBbErWoKeY (Yeah I know its spelled wrong)
This is something I wrote in my English class, and since I thought it was pretty good I decided to post it here.
Im writing a story, and am planning on posting it on other websites, as its not a fanfiction. So the link will be in my author bio and please go check it out!
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-Ryn
