Determined to save what I could of the mother motif, I took a deep breath and began again. The son Hamlet was very sad because his mother had married again so quickly. There was no need for her to do so, and it is our custom for a widow not to go to her next husband until she has mourned for two years Two years is too long, objected the wife, who had appeared with the old man's battered goatskin bag Who will hoe your farms for you while you have no husband?” Hamlet, I retorted, without thinking, " was old enough to hoe his mothers farms himself. There was no need for her to remarry No one looked convinced I gave up. His mother and the great chief told Hamlet not to be sad, for the great chief himself would be a father to Hamlet. Furthermore Hamlet would be the next chief: therefore he must stay to learn the things While I paused, perplexed at how to render Hamlet's disgusted soliloquy to an audience convinced that Claudius and gertrude had behaved in the best possible manner, one of the younger men asked me who had married the other wives of the dead chief He had no other wives " I told him But a chief must have many wives! How else can he brew beer and prepare food for all his guests? I said firmly that in our country even chiefs had only one wife, that they had servants to do their work, and that they paid them from tax money It was better, they returned, for a chief to have many wives and sons who would help him hoe his farms and feed his people; then everyone loved the chief who gave much and took nothing-taxes were a bad thing i agreed with the last comment, but for the rest fell back on their favorite way of fobbing off my questions: That is the way it is done, so that is how we do it i decided to skip the soliloquy. Even if Claudius was here thought quite right to marry his brothers widow, there remained the poison motif, and I knew they would disapprove of fratricide. More hopefully I resumed, "ThatDetermined to save what I could of the mother motif, I took a deep breath and began again. “The son Hamlet was very sad because his mother had married again so quickly. There was no need for her to do so, and it is our custom for a widow not to go to her next husband until she has mourned for two years.” “Two years is too long,” objected the wife, who had appeared with the old man’s battered goatskin bag. “Who will hoe your farms for you while you have no husband?” “Hamlet,” I retorted, without thinking, “was old enough to hoe his mother’s farms himself. There was no need for her to remarry.” No one looked convinced. I gave up. “His mother and the great chief told Hamlet not to be sad, for the great chief himself would be a father to Hamlet. Furthermore, Hamlet would be the next chief: therefore he must stay to learn the things of a chief. Hamlet agreed to remain, and all the rest went off to drink beer.” While I paused, perplexed at how to render Hamlet’s disgusted soliloquy to an audience convinced that Claudius and Gertrude had behaved in the best possible manner, one of the younger men asked me who had married the other wives of the dead chief. “He had no other wives,” I told him. “But a chief must have many wives! How else can he brew beer and prepare food for all his guests?” I said firmly that in our country even chiefs had only one wife, that they had servants to do their work, and that they paid them from tax money. It was better, they returned, for a chief to have many wives and sons who would help him hoe his farms and feed his people; then everyone loved the chief who gave much and took nothing—taxes were a bad thing. I agreed with the last comment, but for the rest fell back on their favorite way of fobbing off my questions: “That is the way it is done, so that is how we do it.” I decided to skip the soliloquy. Even if Claudius was here thought quite right to marry his brother’s widow, there remained the poison motif, and I knew they would disapprove of fratricide. More hopefully I resumed, “That