Dear Fortinbras,
Although, it is much to agnise, thoust heroism is greatly admired by thee. Misdoubt I, the way my uncle, the King, is ruling Denmark. I do forespeak him. I misprise him for the murder of thy own father. I do not want thee to misthink of me due to my uncle’s wrong-doings. He is a falsing man and a faitor to Denmark. I write to thee because of the admiration I have for thee. I swear to thee, I am sooth to my words. I know that thou make haste with your troops to Denmark and I ask of you this; do not spill Denmark, but bring back order. I know that thee has intended to be scathful on our innocent Denmark, but I pray thou not. I hope thou successive and do not let the King be away without sufferance. The King’s belief is that I am distraught. I tell thee, I am of no sort. I will avenge him for the death of thyselves father, but I have intension not, for the crown. That, I will leave for thee. I am disfused about power; hence, I must put faith in thee. I must ask that thou keep Denmark defensible and palmy. I wish to parle with thee in person. I would like to possess thou about imperative orders. This is no patchery, I assure thee. Thou may even procure two soldiers with thee.
Dig-you-good-den,
Hamlet
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment