The Hamlet Project

Marry, that very marry is what I meant to say. Marry, that this woman shall not marry this man
Or so it is given out.
Marry, she shall not marry
Because no matter how merrily she loves him,
He’s not meant to marry below him.
Why do we so love stories like these?
The forbidden other class
The servant girl who marries the prince
Or in this case – a humble courtier.
Sometimes it’s the princess with the stable boy
But only in erotica, really, or porn.
Are we all dreaming beyond ourselves?
Aiming at the prince beyond our station
Hoping to be seen
To be plucked up out of our place
And find ourselves transformed
Not just by life
But by society
By class
By the shifting of frame.