Mood: Angered
The King and I went to our hiding place today and watched the plan unfold. Hamlet met Ophelia in the hall and spoke to her as if they never loved at all. He spoke with such hurtful words and I remained behind the curtain bursting with anger, but limited to no actions. He wants her to go to a nunnery! He questions her purity! He grasps her violently! I do not know what to think of this crazy madman. He loves her, yet he rejects her. Is he lovesick? Is he acting in such a manner due to her neglect of him? I am not sure. Is he still grieving? And over what? His father's death? Ophelia's neglect? The King and I have both agreed. Hamlet must be sent to England.
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