Hamlet's Eulogy Of King Claudius The New Wife

Claudius the new King of Denmark and his new wife Gertrude, enter the stateroom which is currently occupied with members of the council. Members include Voltemand, Cornelius, Polonius, Laertes and lastly, the Great Hamlet dressed in black.

King Claudius: Although my dear brother, Hamlet is now deceased, his remembrance is still fresh within my mind. It is proper to grieve for him throughout this entire kingdom, but it's best to grieve while also thinking about one's self. Therefore, I have married my previous sister in law, Gertrude, who is now my beloved wife. We thank you all for accepting a fast marriage. I do so with a diverse feeling of sadness and happiness. As the death of the King has taken a poll on this kingdom, I thought it was

But you have to know that your father lost his father, who lost his father before him as well. Each time, they had to mourn for their fathers for a limited amount of time. You are overdoing it as it is just plain stubbornness. It is very unmanly, as you grieve like a girl. It's not what God wants, and it only shows a helpless heart and an impatient mind. Since it is common and inevitably bound to happen, why should we take their deaths to the heart? It is considered a crime against Heaven, the dead and nature. The truth is that every Father must pass away at some point. Please stop grieving as you are and start to think of me as your new father. Everyone knows you are the most closest to our throne. I love you exactly the way any father would love his son. Your plans for returning back to Wittenberg is not what I want. Will you stay with us? Please stay with us as you are the most beloved one of my court, my nephew and my

Remain in Denmark like us. My Beloved wife, come with me. Since Hamlet has agreed to stay, I am now very happy. Let's go.

Trumpets play in the far distance. Everyone leaves, leaving Hamlet alone. Hamlet expresses his innermost thoughts.

Hamlet: Oh.. I wish that my body would just melt into water, and become like the dew. But God has made suicide wrong, otherwise I wish I was dead. Oh God! God! How weary, stale, flat and useless this life seems to me. I am like an unweeded garden that cannot grow. But I am expected and need to grow like a seed. My father’s been dead for only two months now, actually no. Not even two months yet. He was such an excellent King, as better than my uncle, as God is to the animals. He was so loving to my mother that he would keep the winds from blowing in her face. Do I have to remember that? She was just as in love with him as she would hang on to him and grow fonder with every minute spent together. Yet, within a month of my father’s death… Oh god, I don’t even want to think about it. Women are so weak. Even with the shoes worn to my father’s funeral, crying like crazy.. An animal would’ve mourned her mate longer than she had. But there she was marrying with my uncle, my father’s brother, who is just as similar to my father as I am to Hercules. Within a month following my father’s death, before her tears had time to dry, she got married. So quick to jump and fall into their bed of incest.