watercolor by Frances MacDonald, 1898
· 13 February 2016 ·
[Alex Epstein gets the point about Ophelia]
To-morrow is Saint Valentine’s day,
All in the morning betime,
And I a maid at your window,
To be your Valentine.
Then up he rose and donn’d his clo’es
And dupp’d the chamber door,
Let in the maid, that out a maid
Never departed more.
By Gis and by Saint Charity,
Alack, and fie for shame!
Young men will do’t if they come to’t
By Cock, they are to blame.
Quoth she, ‘Before you tumbled me,
You promis’d me to wed.’
‘So would I ‘a’ done, by yonder sun,
An thou hadst not come to my bed.’
Ophelia’s song, Hamlet, Act IV, Scene 5
In honour of the day tomorrow and the quote above, I was going to spell out a few things that people (readers, teachers, directors) don’t seem to grasp about Ophelia and her relationship with Hamlet. I was, that is, until I discovered that this bright fellow has saved me the typing.
So go read what Mr Epstein has to say, as it dups the chamber door into my own thinking. Then read or watch Hamlet again, and see if it doesn’t make a great deal more sense.
VERO NIHIL VERIUS