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)

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