The King's Right Hand Man, Polonius

Bah, who does this man even think he is? Father of my one and only Ophelia, yes, but what more? What kind of man must my uncle have been to select such a being to be at his side? Well, that much is obvious.

Never before have I seen someone look so unsophisticated with a simple glass of wine! What a foolish man. Is it his wine that messes with his mind or has he just always been this way? I cannot tell.

His death was unfortunate, but the fault lies not within me.

I was not the one who killed him.

It was the deranged Hamlet.

Not me.

Wait for me, Ophelia, do not mourn his death . . . !