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 is a lie!
[Mayhap a tithe of trothplight] Lief I am not!
[I deem - e'er and anon!] My words are but a twist.

'Tis a feignéd lie through loathing, I say!
[To and 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!
Thou art my aghast hart -
Grazing in the glade.

[E'er thou sayest aye!] That is a lie!
[Thief of a plot!] Lief I am not!
[Now go to thy tryst] My words are but a twist!
[Go, leave, totter!] Fare well! - with joy I came,
[Until ye dwindlest.] With rue I leave.
[A morsel, nay more,] Even the orb cannot
[For thy journey] Help me melt the ice?!
[Hither an thither!]