It is advisable to read this first: I was fortunate enough to be in a local production of Hamlet as Ophelia I wasn't completely sure how to approach her (Sane let alone crazy) but this is written in the moments leading to her death. The first chapter is in first person; the second chapter is third person.
Please enjoy and let me know what you think.
Remembrances
Rosemary! Rosemary! Rosemary!
Where are you?
I picked you once, you naughty flowers!
Why do you hide?
Perhaps they are afraid
No, don't be afraid little Rosemary
My good brother will take great care of you
Like he did with me
And so does my father…
Father, where are you?
Where did you go?
It was I who hid from you!
I was silly
With brother and Lord Hamlet
Lord Hamlet…
What did he say to me?
Why haven't I seen him?
He gave me letters…
Letters about…
Love?
But he lied…he did not…
"How should I you true love know
From another one,
By his cockle hat and staff
And his sandals shoon"
We would hide in the boughs of the willow!
Us silly children
Playing in the willow branches...
Father, where have you gone?
Are you waiting for me?
I will come.
It seemed so high to us three
Climbing to the top and playing
Us three...
They would always be there, waiting for me
Why aren't they waiting for me now?
Where are you father?
Are you higher up?
I will come.
Oops! O, never mind that
We would sit and listen to the wind
Where are you father?
What was that?
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Sitting in the tree until dusk
You would call me, father
Me and Laertes
You asking where we were
Asking us to come for dinner
Ha! Dinner!
What does dinner matter when you can sit in a tree?
When you can watch the sun go down?
Tree stop making noises!
I'm trying to think!
You would call us to come home to you
Father?
Eek!
O, its cold…
Why can't I find you father?
Are you gone?
Gone…
"Then up he rose and donn'd his clothes
And dupp'd the chamber door,"
Yes…
Father!
I'm coming father!
Don't let dinner get too cold!
I'm awfully cold
It's dark here…no...Wait...it's getting lighter!
It's very quiet…
I never liked quiet
"They bore him barefac'd on the bier,
Hey non Nonny, Nonnny, hey Nonny"
Much better!
"And will he not come again,
Will he not come again,
No, no he is dead
go to thy death bed,
He never will come again".
So pretty…
Such a lovely tune…
O, look!
Rosemary!
The next chapter explains things better and the bits in quotes are in fact the actual lyrics by Sir William Shakespeare; I hope it was to your liking!