Theatre Of Tragedy - A Hamlet For A Slothful Vassal

"Behold a jocund morn indeed! - Sun on high - birds in sky. Yonder the whist eathing, Fro where a gale erranteth." "Ye beholdest but the shadow. -- "That´s a lie! Mayhap a tithe of trothplight - -- Lief I´m not! I deem - e´er & anon!" -- My words´re but a twist. -- ´Tis a feignéd lie through -- loathing, I say!" "To & fro, save hither, Is thy love." -- "A dotard gaffer, I daresay..." "Not a loth! - But vying for my kinsmen!" -- "...a sapling not!" "Beautiful tyrant! Fiend angelical! Dove-feathered raven! Wolvish-ravening lamb! A hamlet for a slothful vassal - Soothing ale for a parchèd sot. Hie to tell me What ye judgest as naught; I behold the shadow!" -- "Wherefore call me such names; -- Nay imp am I! "E´er thou sayest aye! -- "That´s a lie! -- Thou art my aghast hart - Thief of a plot! -- Lief I´m not! -- Grazing in the glade." Now go to thy tryst -- My words´re but a twist! Go, leave, totter! - -- Fare well! - with joy I came, Till ye dwindlest. -- With rue I leave. A morsel, nay more, -- Even the orb can not For thy journey -- Help me melt the ice?!" Hither an thither!"