I am forced to ponder as I sit here in
distant propinquity from my dearest
son. My mind dances freely with Lady
Anxiety. O Laertes, how i question
the state of your manner. I can only
hope that thou hath grasped tightly the honor
of our family name. For I swear an oath
to expose of thee in thine sinful acts,
if they be true. I will aid these horrid rumors
I have been cursed by of late. I will send
mine own Hermes to spread the dirty word
to thine public. These alleged crimes will
feed into the ears of those around thee.
If the word prove to be false, then thy can
consider thyself fortunate. But know,
the truth shall exhume from beneath the cover
of lies. Be it not, then mine own heart will
be crushed by the truth the lies possess.