The Hamlet Project

And still she does not say “What’s wrong?”
Her lover comes to her, clearly distressed, he sighs, like he’s going to die, a sigh
Like the end, a sigh to shake the foundations of the soul, and she just sits there?
Hamlet: You come to me sighing like that,
I’m going to ask you what’s going on.
I’m going to get down off my sewing chair
And take your head in my hands.
If you cannot tell me where that sigh came from,
What caused it or how you feel,
I will press you against my chest and hold you
Until you can speak again.
Life-threatening sighs will not pass
Unremarked upon if you come to me, Prince.
Come here. I’ll throw this sewing aside
So you can rest your head on my lap.