Treasure Island

Suzette Richards

(Cape Town, SOUTH AFRICA)

To a Nunnery, Go


We men are arrogant, vengeful, ambitious creatures;
With more ill will in them to fit into their thoughts,
And more time than they can hope for to carry it out.
Why should a prince crawl around between heaven and earth?
Men are by nature criminals and not to be believed.
To marry, will only bring down a curse on your head.
Even if women should remain as clean as ice;
As pure as the driven snow; they get a bad reputation.
The whiles of women drive men to madness:
Painting their faces; hiding their God given allure.
They dance and prance and cajole and ensnare
With their sexuality; their sensual ploys.
Women are only fit to meet with men in chaste surroundings.
The nuns have done well, therefore: "To a nunnery, go."

Submitted: Tuesday, June 03, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, June 03, 2014

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ORIGINAL TEXT

HAMLET
I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in. What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves, all. Believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery. Where's your father?

OPHELIA
At home, my lord.

HAMLET
Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool no where but in 's own house. Farewell.

OPHELIA
O, help him, you sweet heavens!

HAMLET
If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry. Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery, go. Farewell. Or, if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool, for wise men know well enough what monsters you make of them. To a nunnery, go, and quickly too. Farewell.

OPHELIA
Heavenly powers, restore him!

HAMLET
I have heard of your paintings too, well enough. God has given you one face and you make yourselves another. You jig and amble, and you lisp, you nickname God's creatures and make your wantonness your ignorance. Go to, I'll no more on 't. It hath made me mad. I say, we will have no more marriages. Those that are married already, all but one, shall live. The rest shall keep as they are. To a nunnery, go.

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