Hamlet's Fifth Soliloquy: Final Words For Ophelia, Bright Pea, The Morrow Poem by Dennis Ryan

Friday night, January 16,2015 at 9: 30 p.m.; Monday morning, May 22, 2023 at 8: 38 a.m.

Why do I feel against thee, hide my feelings,
but never feel so when I am with thee, Ophelia?
How explain thy magic over me, bright pea?
Call thee little green, generous, light, learned—
you are all these things. I can only be kind,
favor you. All kindness and patience that show
in thee are newborn in me, sprout from thee,
bursts forth, and so continue. I do love you—
do not think you would act thus except for power.
We are one, two, too much alike, bright, kind pea.
Poet's fire doth burn in thee. Mine. I will soon
enough have to deal with your brother now that
I have disposed of those two others, Rozencranz and...
What will result? Pray. I know not, and withal it troubles me.
No issue, none, I have with Laertes though he, no doubt,
will with me upon discovery. I will face his challenge,
be ready as ever. Reports say he returns home today.
What issues then tomorrow? My fitness awaits him.