From Hamlet
From Hamlet
I was the more deceived
Daughter of Polonius, she is a delicate bloom crushed by circumstance, her innocence a fragile shield against the machinations of Elsinore. Driven to madness by grief and betrayal, Ophelia's unraveling is a poignant tragedy.
Each one sets a scene. Read them in full, pick one, or begin without.
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