One of the prompts for my last paper in English 113 was to write a soliloquy for Gertrude. The following essay was an eleventh hour idea that was instantly one of my favorite pieces I’ve ever written.
I put it at the beginning of the play, as a prologue to the play itself. As such, I thought I’d give iambic pentameter a go, which sort of separates it from the main play.
(Note that Aros is an archaic alternate spelling of Eros.)
Enter the Queen
GERTRUDE: Life was a field of hay when first we wed.
The joy and pain and lust and tame were mixed
within our bed. Where hath my lover gone?
Submissive colt, my sweet adoring man,
Hamlet my King, both Dane and thane. Secret
desires not known or feared among common
or high lay deep within the breast of him.
The rest of Gertrude’s soliloquy lies below the fold, click to read the rest.
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