Is the suggestion here that Ophelia is like a dead dog and that maggots will breed in her when the sun hits her? Eep. Gross. Or is it that whatever’s in her is gross and will come to light in the sun? Or that Hamlet himself has planted some maggots in her and the sun’s going to multiply them?
None of it’s very nice. Particularly to the father of your girlfriend, man.
The Hamlet Project 