Tuesday, May 25, 2010
101 Playing Court
Ellsinore, Denmark
June 30, 1531
Dearest Player,
You will not believe what happened to me yesterday! I had traveled to the King’s castle in order to put on a play demanded by Prince Hamlet. He took me aside and asked me if I could put on the play “The Mouse Trap” with my fellow player, Matthew. Of course, you know I have put on that play many times, but Lord Hamlet asked me if he could change a few of the lines in the play before I put it on, and I agreed to everything. It turned out, though, that Lord Hamlet had changed the play more than just a little so that the cause of my death would be my own brother pouring poison down my ear! I rehearsed the changes Lord Hamlet made.
At the play, there was a large crowd. I especially noticed that the King was right on the front row. By the scene where I started to descend into an orchard about to go to sleep, the King got this look on his face that told me something had to be wrong. Still, Matthew and I continued with the play. Then, Matthew poured the poison into my ear and everything went totally strange. The King had turned into a lunatic! He screamed, “Lights! Stop the play!” Someone summoned me to my small living quarters for the night. Now it has been three days. I have not stepped one foot out of this quarters since then. Three times a day, a servant comes and gives me my meals. But I know that both the King, the Queen, and Lord Hamlet are all dead. I fear it was all my fault. Who knows what could have happened to all of them? Was my play that bad? Did they all kill themselves because of my bad acting? If it was my fault, what could happen to me? I will have the punishment of death, of that I am sure. And so, my playing partner, please tell everyone back in London that I have gone away for good. If I should make it back by any chance at all, I will notify you the minute I get there.
With Distress,
Your Fellow Player
P.S. I hope to see you soon, if I shall remain alive.
Ellsinore, Denmark
June 30, 1531
Dearest Player,
You will not believe what happened to me yesterday! I had traveled to the King’s castle in order to put on a play demanded by Prince Hamlet. He took me aside and asked me if I could put on the play “The Mouse Trap” with my fellow player, Matthew. Of course, you know I have put on that play many times, but Lord Hamlet asked me if he could change a few of the lines in the play before I put it on, and I agreed to everything. It turned out, though, that Lord Hamlet had changed the play more than just a little so that the cause of my death would be my own brother pouring poison down my ear! I rehearsed the changes Lord Hamlet made.
At the play, there was a large crowd. I especially noticed that the King was right on the front row. By the scene where I started to descend into an orchard about to go to sleep, the King got this look on his face that told me something had to be wrong. Still, Matthew and I continued with the play. Then, Matthew poured the poison into my ear and everything went totally strange. The King had turned into a lunatic! He screamed, “Lights! Stop the play!” Someone summoned me to my small living quarters for the night. Now it has been three days. I have not stepped one foot out of this quarters since then. Three times a day, a servant comes and gives me my meals. But I know that both the King, the Queen, and Lord Hamlet are all dead. I fear it was all my fault. Who knows what could have happened to all of them? Was my play that bad? Did they all kill themselves because of my bad acting? If it was my fault, what could happen to me? I will have the punishment of death, of that I am sure. And so, my playing partner, please tell everyone back in London that I have gone away for good. If I should make it back by any chance at all, I will notify you the minute I get there.
With Distress,
Your Fellow Player
P.S. I hope to see you soon, if I shall remain alive.
7667 Dead King Lane
Heaven
January 6, 1594
Dear Young Hamlet,
It has come to my attention that you have not yet killed your uncle. Well I am very disappointed. I appeared to you, what two days; and specifically said don’t let the throne of Denmark get unrevenged! You still didn’t kill him. I must say Hamlet you disappointed me greatly. so much it makes me want to be killed by that villain again.
I had much faith in you, my boy, but I now have doubts about you. I have also figured out that you have gone mad. I must say I am very proud of you, you’re just like your old man. Now I need you to kill my brother in 24 hours, or I will haunt you until the day you die.
Love,
Your Dead but Disappointed Father
P.S.
I hope you win your fight with Laertes.
G H
Caleb
Heaven
January 6, 1594
Dear Young Hamlet,
It has come to my attention that you have not yet killed your uncle. Well I am very disappointed. I appeared to you, what two days; and specifically said don’t let the throne of Denmark get unrevenged! You still didn’t kill him. I must say Hamlet you disappointed me greatly. so much it makes me want to be killed by that villain again.
I had much faith in you, my boy, but I now have doubts about you. I have also figured out that you have gone mad. I must say I am very proud of you, you’re just like your old man. Now I need you to kill my brother in 24 hours, or I will haunt you until the day you die.
Love,
Your Dead but Disappointed Father
P.S.
I hope you win your fight with Laertes.
G H
Caleb
1250 Capulet House
Verona, Italy
April 30, 1594
Dear Mom,
I wanted to tell you that you should’ve let me choose who I’d marry instead of forcing me to marry Count Paris. I could’ve stopped this crazy war that we are having with the Montagues. But you thought that if I married Count Paris, I could win you points! I would never marry a man I don’t love. If I told you and father who I truly love, Father would kill me because I love a Montague named Romeo, the Montague family’s only child. I met Romeo on the night we had the masquerade ball.
We danced, and it became love at first sight. The only thing that could really stop me from having a relationship was that I was a Capulet and he’s a Montague. Then we met after everyone left under my balcony. It wasn’t something planned, but he’d longed to see me. Every time you try to make me like Paris, I hate him even more. I will never marry someone for power!
Your Daughter,
Juliet M.
P.S
My last name’s now Montague because I married Romeo Secretly!
J. M
Kathrine Do
Verona, Italy
April 30, 1594
Dear Mom,
I wanted to tell you that you should’ve let me choose who I’d marry instead of forcing me to marry Count Paris. I could’ve stopped this crazy war that we are having with the Montagues. But you thought that if I married Count Paris, I could win you points! I would never marry a man I don’t love. If I told you and father who I truly love, Father would kill me because I love a Montague named Romeo, the Montague family’s only child. I met Romeo on the night we had the masquerade ball.
We danced, and it became love at first sight. The only thing that could really stop me from having a relationship was that I was a Capulet and he’s a Montague. Then we met after everyone left under my balcony. It wasn’t something planned, but he’d longed to see me. Every time you try to make me like Paris, I hate him even more. I will never marry someone for power!
Your Daughter,
Juliet M.
P.S
My last name’s now Montague because I married Romeo Secretly!
J. M
Kathrine Do
1314 King’s Advisors House
Elsinore, Denmark
October 3, 1598
Dear Laertes,
I am very sad to tell you that our father has been murdered by Hamlet. I hope you can come and help me with the mourning that has come upon me. All has been sad for me since the death of our father. I hope there is a way you can retaliate on Hamlet for the death of our father. Though he must know what I feels like without a father.
I wonder who will get father’s job. Maybe you can ask the king if you can have it. You are very wise. You were the person who warned be about Hamlet. I should’ve remembered your advice better; maybe then I wouldn’t have been so upset about his betrayal.
Maybe this is his way of taking revenge one me. First he makes me look crazy by saying he never gave me the gifts I was returning. Then he tells me to go to a nunnery. Maybe Hamlet’s gone insane. That’s the best way to explain his past action. I bet that’s his way of expressing his mourning of his father’s death. It could also be that he thinks our father murdered his, but why would he think that? I must go, for it is getting late.
Your Sister,
Ophelia
P.S I hope you can come soon ‘
OC
Leen
Elsinore, Denmark
October 3, 1598
Dear Laertes,
I am very sad to tell you that our father has been murdered by Hamlet. I hope you can come and help me with the mourning that has come upon me. All has been sad for me since the death of our father. I hope there is a way you can retaliate on Hamlet for the death of our father. Though he must know what I feels like without a father.
I wonder who will get father’s job. Maybe you can ask the king if you can have it. You are very wise. You were the person who warned be about Hamlet. I should’ve remembered your advice better; maybe then I wouldn’t have been so upset about his betrayal.
Maybe this is his way of taking revenge one me. First he makes me look crazy by saying he never gave me the gifts I was returning. Then he tells me to go to a nunnery. Maybe Hamlet’s gone insane. That’s the best way to explain his past action. I bet that’s his way of expressing his mourning of his father’s death. It could also be that he thinks our father murdered his, but why would he think that? I must go, for it is getting late.
Your Sister,
Ophelia
P.S I hope you can come soon ‘
OC
Leen
Dunsinane Hill
Glasgow, Scotland
July 29, 1603
Dear My Sister,
I am going to need your help with something I found two days ago. I was going through the woods when I saw something spellbinding. It was a Pinjection mushroom! I remember when we were younger I was looking through a book and saw a potion to look into the near future. I never thought I would I would be able to make it because this mushroom. It is VERY rare. You can fly over tomorrow and have a look. I’m inviting Gilda, too, because we need three witches to perform it. I know you’re having a spat with her about that dragon scale, but let’s grow up. After hundreds of years, it shouldn’t be too hard.
Anyway, I thought that tomorrow you guys would come over, and we would search for the other things. We need lots of ingredients like eye of newt, toe of frog, wool of bat, and tongue of dog. Bring the dragon scale because we need that too. I’ve been looking around trying to find a victim and found out there’s a war going on. A battle is going to happen soon, and there will be lots of men in these woods. The potion were making won’t spoil very easily, so I think we’ll be ok.
I was also looking around by the castle, and King Duncan is traveling here. Maybe we could give him a little scare, eh? Some of my supplies are expensive, and I could always use the extra money.
Until Tomorrow,
Ursala Osland
P.S Don’t forget the dragon scales.
H.O
Glasgow, Scotland
July 29, 1603
Dear My Sister,
I am going to need your help with something I found two days ago. I was going through the woods when I saw something spellbinding. It was a Pinjection mushroom! I remember when we were younger I was looking through a book and saw a potion to look into the near future. I never thought I would I would be able to make it because this mushroom. It is VERY rare. You can fly over tomorrow and have a look. I’m inviting Gilda, too, because we need three witches to perform it. I know you’re having a spat with her about that dragon scale, but let’s grow up. After hundreds of years, it shouldn’t be too hard.
Anyway, I thought that tomorrow you guys would come over, and we would search for the other things. We need lots of ingredients like eye of newt, toe of frog, wool of bat, and tongue of dog. Bring the dragon scale because we need that too. I’ve been looking around trying to find a victim and found out there’s a war going on. A battle is going to happen soon, and there will be lots of men in these woods. The potion were making won’t spoil very easily, so I think we’ll be ok.
I was also looking around by the castle, and King Duncan is traveling here. Maybe we could give him a little scare, eh? Some of my supplies are expensive, and I could always use the extra money.
Until Tomorrow,
Ursala Osland
P.S Don’t forget the dragon scales.
H.O
Claudius Castle
Elsinore, Denmark
January 13, 1601
Dear Hamlet,
Hello, my son. I’m deeply sorry for thou father’s passing. Tis a tragic time for all of us. I’m happy to tell you that I am the King of Elsinore, husband of Queen Gertrude, and father of you. However, I still can’t make out who would dare kill a king! It’s just not man like. Tis a fault to heaven and a fault against the dead. Tis a tragedy to all.
Tis sweet and commendable, Hamlet, to give these mourning duties to thy father. I will take great responsibility and care in this. I pray the death of your real father does not come between us, for that would make this scenario more tragic.
I hope all is well Hamlet, and I do hope you come out of this dreadful misery. We are all devastated, and to see you the most devastated of all does not help. We must past thy father’s death. Please Hamlet, live thou life; live it as if you are me, a king. I say farewell, for now.
Love,
King Claudius
P.S. I am proud to be your new father. K.C.
Vaughn Craddock
Elsinore, Denmark
January 13, 1601
Dear Hamlet,
Hello, my son. I’m deeply sorry for thou father’s passing. Tis a tragic time for all of us. I’m happy to tell you that I am the King of Elsinore, husband of Queen Gertrude, and father of you. However, I still can’t make out who would dare kill a king! It’s just not man like. Tis a fault to heaven and a fault against the dead. Tis a tragedy to all.
Tis sweet and commendable, Hamlet, to give these mourning duties to thy father. I will take great responsibility and care in this. I pray the death of your real father does not come between us, for that would make this scenario more tragic.
I hope all is well Hamlet, and I do hope you come out of this dreadful misery. We are all devastated, and to see you the most devastated of all does not help. We must past thy father’s death. Please Hamlet, live thou life; live it as if you are me, a king. I say farewell, for now.
Love,
King Claudius
P.S. I am proud to be your new father. K.C.
Vaughn Craddock
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