Poor Ophelia has gone mad. She is constantly singing, and her antics are worthy of an asylum. The lose of Hamlet, her brother being in France, and now the murder of her father have all contributed to her insanity. Now she is dead. She has drowned. Bad things do come in clumps, like enemy spies, but all at once like an army. I found out this information out during my little chat with Laertes, and boy he didn't take it to well. He first came home furious with his fathers death, threatening my own life. O but do I have a way with words ;) I calmly told him the situation and persuasively explained to him that the best thing to do is kill Hamlet. O how this has worked out for me :). Hamlet comes home instead of going to England, where I was going to have him murdered, and here's Laertes pissed off that Hamlet killed his father and wants revenge. We planned that they will duel and Laertes will use a sharp sword. If he doesn't kill him that way, we will poison the tip so that a scratch will kill him. If those two plans don't work, they will take a break and I will bring him a poisoned drink. One way or another Hamlet is going to be dead. Laertes kills him. I don't do it. I'm not guilty. I can go to sleep without worrying about waking up with a knife in my chest from of my nephew-son. All is good.
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