The Hamlet Project

O Ophelia
I wish for you
To discover duplicity.
Your father has it in spades.
He will send a spy to get the truth about his son
He will hide behind an arras
He will say whatever it takes to get himself placed
He is a political creature.
His son, likewise, will later allow himself to bend his sense of honor
To poison a sword in secret
To shift his alliance from one side to the next.
But you, Ophelia, just keep right on doing as you say you will.
I know you have to tell your father “yes” but I want you
To go right out of those doors and do the opposite.
I want you to deny someone else
Instead of yourself.