Hamlet was truly a great man. He led a one man revolt against his own native land of Denmark. How cruel that he died with the same poison that killed that treacherous Claudius, noble Laertes, and naive Gertrude. How cruel that the nation must mourn the death of royalty, but praise the birth of a new legacy. Oh, Fortinbras, pray that you lead with the same vision as that of both Hamlets. How cruel that the sweet prince’s dying wish took away my escape of taking my own life. How cruel that I am the last remnant of the tragedy that has stripped me of a true best friend and homie.
Now I must tell the story that they cannot. For Denmark!
“If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart/ Absent thee from felicity a while, / And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain/ To tell my story.” (5.2.343-346)