Neonn:Hello! This is actually an English project. My class read Hamlet, andhad to do a projecty-y thingy for it. I decided to do some of the thoughts of a few of the characters, because I guess I felt that they weren't fully portrayed in the book. These are just my opinions on a few of the characters. Shakespeare may have intended something COMPLETELY different from my thoughts, but he's not the one doing these. Anyway, as I said, these are just my thoughts on some of the characters' thoughts. I'm probably slaughtering it, though. I've also titled them, as I felt they needed titles, though they probably didn't.

I tried to keep with the Shakespearean language, to make it seem a little more…real, I guess is the word I'm looking for. I was going to do one on Hamlet, but decided we get a decent portrayal of him, anyway, so I picked a few of the lesser characters instead. I did these characters, because I felt that I had enough information from them in the book. For some of the others the book gave enough descriptions of them, so I didn't feel the need to add on, or too little I didn't dare venture a guess on their thoughts.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. And i won't do a disclaimer on each chapter. This one speaks for the whole thing.

"Our Friend, or Our King?"

Rosencrantz and Guildenstern
(After they've met with Hamlet in Act One)

He sees through us, we're sure.

He has as much said that aloud.

"There is a confession about your looks,

Which your modesties have not the craft to colour."

Are we unloyal, traitorous? Is that at all possible?

Now, our King and Queen have asked this of us,

To watch our Prince and friend, and his transformation,

And the King and Queen are where are loyalties lie.

We feel his eyes upon us. The Judgement, mocking

And condemning. He plays with us, as a cat does a

Mouse, yet, thankfully, his claws are sheathed.

The King says his mind is blighted, but his eyes

And actions speak opposed to the Kings words.

His eyes burn with a knowledge, he knows all.

And his words, too, speak of knowing himself.

"I am but mad north-north-west: when the wind is

southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw."

The King does not know, nor, possibly, does he truly care.

His power is entrenched, and as long as Hamlet

Can keep up the pretense, he will be safe from…

But these are traitorous thoughts. As we walk with

Our past friend, speaking idly, yet with veiled meanings,

We must consider, whom should we betray?

Our friend, or our King?