Hamlet Blog Post 1: For I Must Hold My Tongue

"'tis unmanly grief," thou spits at me with words that mark me just as a sword cut thy flesh. (1.1.94).  Hath thou forgotten thy brother?  "But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two,"  and thou hast taken my mother, thine queen, and kingdom! (1.1.138). And thy mother, "thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die," as if to cease my grief! (1.1.72).  In love as I thought, the blossoming romance between thy former king and queen, how dare doth she con with their love, and quick as she were, to marry my uncle, "my father's brother, but no more like my father," (1.1.53). But I cannot say anything.  "for I must hold my tongue," or thy king will have my head. (1.1.59).  For I must sit in the shadows, cloaked by night, and grieve for my father, the grief he never received.