decipher the clues

[bandyboxed]

How...how could you? You have taken me from my rightful end. No longer a daughter, no longer a sister, or no longer a lover--my sheets stained already with blood. Hamlet has gone mad, and with his injuries to me, once, twice, and this staying, growing third, there be no reason to linger any longer.

What future is there for us?

Sorrowfully,
Ophelia