Act 2 - File Document

My dearest Hamlet,

Loves, of all, thyselves affection is still grateful in thy company. Thou do still love thee? For I have a fondness for thyself that exist still. Thou must remember that I am compassionate toward thee. I do not renege it. Thou must not reny it either. Though I must abhor thy own father’s wishes. Barful must our love be. My father has made me fearful to be with thee. I ferret about thee. I know thou is still tristful for thy father’s death. Aswell, I know thou must be rocked with thy mother’s hasty marriage, but I behest an explanation wherefore thou is bedlam. Ruth do I feel for thee. Thyself is nothing but rug-headed lately. I know thou bear a brain. Thou must bewray of wherefore thou is bestraught lately. Thou must not boggle to tell thee. I pray thee to take me with you and not to take thought unaccompanied. Affront me with thy news. ‘Tis I will allow all-thing. If thou is not tender-hefted by this letter, avise me not. Evitate thee I wilst. Mark thee, I do pray. Maurge thy mad state, I still shall love thee. Thou must millstones, to weep. Though, if thou still fancy thee, upon dusk we shall meet in the lower court. Until then, I shall think only of thy ever so sweet Hamlet.

Sincerely,

Ophelia