“Where little doubts are great, great love is there.” When the imaginary queen says this, Hamlet’s eyes slide over to meet Ophelia, but she won’t turn his way to see how this play may be a trap but it is also an apology for his destructive doubt. But why should she forgive his love when the only thing he fears as much as his uncle’s treachery is that the same monster crouches in his chest waiting to strike at everything he cares about?