Playing Ophelia Helped Me Navigate My Own Grief
She sings and speaks in lewd riddles, mourning her father’s untimely death and her abandonment by Hamlet, her lover.
The Two Orphans
Heaven and earth, must I remember?
To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them: to die, to sleep
No more; and by a sleep, to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to?
Why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners?
I am myself indifferent honest;
but yet I could accuse me of such things that it
were better my mother had not borne me
O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown—
Where is the beauteous majesty of Denmark?
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