Hamlet seems to be unstable or gone "mad." With the permission of the king and queen I was set off to determine to what extent his madness is at. When I approached him, he called me a "fishmonger" not recognizing who I was. Then he talked about honesty in men, and then the topic changed to maggots on a dead dog. After that he asked if I had a daughter. Our conversations had no straight path to it. He would jump from one topic to another but manages to keep a connection with them. It was as if he was compiling a conversation with fragments of other conversations. I felt as if there was a method to his madness. This state in which Prince Hamlet is found, I believe, is triggered by love. When he spoke briefly of my daughter "Conception is a blessing, but as your daughter may conceive." I believe he wants my daughter to marry. His words seem cryptic and disconnected with the world. I fear for him. He's madden by love which is making him speak of odd things that somehow connect to one another. Though this be madness, yet there is method in't.
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