Hamlet
Claudius shall die.
You wonder where that sudden decisiveness came from. Possibly you're so outraged at your father's fate that it overrode your usual circumspect nature. Or, possibly, recent events have awoken an ambition you didn't know you have.
Claudius thinks he's being clever, keeping you close by so that you can't raise an army overseas. It's what your father would've done, after all, and he knew your father well. But his first mistake would be misjudging you. While you admired your father very much, you're not quite so similar to your father as he believes. And maybe not quite so different from himself either.
"My lord!" You turn, to see that Horatio and the guards have finally caught up. "What happened?"
You aren't going to tell Marcellus and Barnardo, of course. All it takes is for one person to report back to Claudius, and you've failed. You say something vague about villainy, get them to swear not to tell anyone else that the ghost was even here, and send them on their way.
Horatio, however... You can trust Horatio, right?
You tell Horatio about all the crimes that Claudius had committed, at least according to the ghost. Never one to stand for injustice, Horatio is at once filled with righteous anger and tells you he's firmly on your side. "But what shall we do, my lord? Shall I go to town to look for assassins tomorrow?"
You consider. Claudius probably has people watching you, so you won't have too many chances.
Well?
You wonder where that sudden decisiveness came from. Possibly you're so outraged at your father's fate that it overrode your usual circumspect nature. Or, possibly, recent events have awoken an ambition you didn't know you have.
Claudius thinks he's being clever, keeping you close by so that you can't raise an army overseas. It's what your father would've done, after all, and he knew your father well. But his first mistake would be misjudging you. While you admired your father very much, you're not quite so similar to your father as he believes. And maybe not quite so different from himself either.
"My lord!" You turn, to see that Horatio and the guards have finally caught up. "What happened?"
You aren't going to tell Marcellus and Barnardo, of course. All it takes is for one person to report back to Claudius, and you've failed. You say something vague about villainy, get them to swear not to tell anyone else that the ghost was even here, and send them on their way.
Horatio, however... You can trust Horatio, right?
You tell Horatio about all the crimes that Claudius had committed, at least according to the ghost. Never one to stand for injustice, Horatio is at once filled with righteous anger and tells you he's firmly on your side. "But what shall we do, my lord? Shall I go to town to look for assassins tomorrow?"
You consider. Claudius probably has people watching you, so you won't have too many chances.
Well?