Claudius' Journal

Oh how the pain strikes me so. If only one could find a relief of remorse. How doth such evil come from mine own hands? Since the murder of thy brother I have not been able to forgive myself. If only these riches could come without guilt. Mine own stepson hath not yet accepted my rise to power. Gertrude as solid as stone has given away to grieving her deceased husband. If this could only be grasped. If only thou Hamlet could accept me, though I know my evil will never be forgiven nor forgotten. I hath a challenge forth to handle. I must understand what it is that troubles young Hamlet. Could he possibly be aware of what evils within me hath taken his father? Thou has been inclined towards the idea.


The earlier play, the actors, all of which occurred for reason. Could Hamlet know what blood covers these hands? Never the less, he has gone mad. Hamlet is no longer the witty upheld boy he had been. Tis soon I must seek the roots of his behavior, for it may cost me my life. What must one do? Having invited Guildenstern and Rosencrantz, what more must be done. Can gold grant me thou’s acceptance? What must be done of the women in his life? Thy mother Gertrude and lover Ophelia whom he has lost great interest in, could this foreshadow his greater evil? Has he truly gone mad? Oh! Such pains, so many struggles, so many questions, yet still no answers. One is only inclined to repent. I must pray to thee almighty lord. Dos thou forgive one poor wretched soul? That soul turns to thee in times of need for forgiveness and prays ever so greatly that thy guidance may lead him to the heavenly kingdom.