Right now, the statistics show that about 50% of marriages end in a divorce.
Sometimes, I wonder if the divorce is caused because the couple weren’t such a good match in the first place or if they didn’t try hard enough to stay together. And after reading the first act of Hamlet, I wondered if marriages could just be a strategic move.
I was a little shocked, and to be honest, repulsed that Gertrude married Claudius, the brother of her former husband. When I was reading it, I was just thinking, “Ophelia, you’ve known Claudius for two decades as your brother-in-law. And now he’s your husband?!” I was disgusted. And apparently, so was Hamlet, Ophelia’s son, because he said:
… That it should come to this.But two months dead—nay, not so much, not two.So excellent a king, that was to this
Hyperion to a satyr. So loving to my motherThat he might not beteem the winds of heavenVisit her face too roughly.—Heaven and earth,Must I remember? Why, she would hang on himAs if increase of appetite had grownBy what it fed on, and yet, within a month—Let me not think on ’t. Frailty, thy name is woman!—A little month, or ere those shoes were oldWith which she followed my poor father’s body,Like Niobe, all tears. Why she, even she—O God, a beast that wants discourse of reasonWould have mourned longer!—married with my uncle,My father’s brother, but no more like my fatherThan I to Hercules. Within a month,Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tearsHad left the flushing in her gallèd eyes,She married. O most wicked speed, to postWith such dexterity to incestuous sheets!It is not nor it cannot come to good,But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.