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  • Essay / Polonius' Observations on Hamlet's Madness - 1093

    Polonius' Observations on Hamlet's Madness Obedient Ophelia followed her father's injunctions and rejected Hamlet's letters and refused him the access to it. Polonius is certain that these rebuffs made Hamlet mad. His only action is to inform the king and queen and let them decide what the next move will be. In Polonius's long discussion with the king and queen, he explains the situation: Polonius: Your noble son is mad. I call him crazy; because, to define true madness, what is it to be anything other than crazy? One of the most analyzed plays in existence today is the tragedy Hamlet, with its recurring question: "Is Hamlet's 'antique disposition' feigned or real?" This question can only be answered by observing the thoughts of the main characters in relation to the cause of Hamlet's real or feigned madness. In the tragedy Hamlet, each of the main characters explains Hamlet's madness in their own way. To discover the cause of Hamlet's madness, each character used their own ambitions, emotions, and interpretations of past events. Initially, one of the most accepted causes of Hamlet's instability is that of refused love, mentioned by Polonius which is fulfilled. In the very first scene of the second act, Ophelia rushes to tell her father, Polonius, some disturbing news: Ophelia: My lord, while I was sewing in my cupboard, Lord Hamlet, with his doublet all undone, without a hat on his head, her stockings soiled, Ungart'red, and plastered to the ankle; pale as his shirt, his knees beating together, and with such a pitiful look as if he had been released from hell to speak of horrors, he comes before me. Polonius: crazy about your love? Ophelia: my lord, I do not know, but verily I know (Act II, scene I) It is interesting to note that Ophelia does not tell her father that Hamlet is mad because of Ophelia's refusal of love, but Polonius automatically assumes it. Polonius: It is the very ecstasy of love, whose property violates itself and drives the will to desperate enterprises, as often as any passion under heaven that afflicts our nature. What, have you said anything harsh to him lately? Ophélie: No, my good lord; but, as you ordered, I rejected his letters and denied