Gertrude's Soliloquy...

Hamlet has left the bedroom of the Queen. The Queen is in shock from the previous conversation with Hamlet. She strolls silently around her room, and finds a picture of Hamlet on her dressing table. Picking it up, with great trepidation, she begins...

To you, my darling, I am blind,

But it is you, you, that fails to see,

For I am not cold,

But frozen through the loss of love,

A pain you will understand one day.

My voice is little and insignificant,

Yet accusations are still voiced,

With words that stab me deeply,

With blame that’s too hard to hear.

My darling, I, your mother,

Should be treated with respect,

Not disgrace,

Not doubt, nothing but love.

And nothing but love, my dear,

Is what I feel for you.

Whilst I am ageing,

My heart remains full of youth,

Full of love that is now unrequited,

Un-responded from my dear husband that used to be,

Your dear father.

Now I ask you this,

Where is my love to go?

To a stranger?

To a man with no knowledge of you?

To a man with no respect for you?

The ache in my heart is not fixed,

But the burn is soothed,

By a man who respects my wishes,

And means good for the Country,

And good the Country shall be, when you rise to the throne.

I understand, I do,

This is hard to comprehend,

And it is not without great thought that this situation arose,

But I know in your eyes I shall remain blind,

For to you, my voice shall remain insignificant.

The Queen drops the photo of Hamlet, flinches, but leaves it to fall. She walks over to the picture of her dead husband, places it beneath her pillow, and with her hand still touching the photo, climbs into bed and closes her eyes... 

(then bursts into a hardcore rap)