Hamlet victim of a corrupt world Troubled by royal betrayal, ruthless intrigues and a ghost, Denmark is on the brink of destruction. Soon after King Hamlet's death, the Dowager Queen Gertrude remarried Claudius, the king's brother. Prince Hamlet sees the union of his mother and uncle as a “hasty and incestuous” act (Charles Boyce, 232). Then he discovers that Claudio is responsible for the treacherous murder of his father. His father's ghost asks Hamlet to avenge his death and Hamlet agrees. He plans very carefully, making sure not to kill Claudius when he has already been forgiven for his sins. Hamlet accidentally kills Polonius, the king's advisor, thinking that Claudius was hiding behind a curtain spying on Hamlet and his mother. This drives Ophelia, Polonius' daughter and Hamlet's love interest, mad. He then drowns in a suspected suicide when he falls from a tree into a river. Laertes, Ophelia's brother, allies himself with Claudius and plots revenge on the tense prince. Hamlet agrees to a sword duel with Laertes not knowing that Laertes will have a sharp, poisoned sword while he will be given a blunt sword. To ensure that their plan to kill Hamlet works, Claudius has poisoned a drink to give to Hamlet but Gertrude ends up drinking it making their plan foiled. Laertes then wounds Hamlet with the poisoned sword, but in the scuffle they exchange weapons and Hamlet slices Laertes with the poisonous blade. He then strikes Claudio with the poisoned blade and forces him to drink from the toxic cup. The four die but, on the point of death, Hamlet begs Horatio not to drink from the cup so he can tell his tragic story and announces Fortinbras as king of Denmark. In this tragic story, Hamlet is also a deeply sensitive man. good and too noble to face or remain in the evil world in which he finds himself. According to the prince, the whole world is corrupt, he denies life saying: "How tired, stale, flat and useless / All the uses of this world seem to me! . . . rancid and gross things in nature / They simply possess it " (William Shakespeare, 29). He further states: “Lately… I have lost all my cheerfulness and this beautiful frame of the earth seems to me a barren promontory, this excellent canopy of the air .