Theatre Of Tragedy A Hamlet For A Slothful Vassal
Play by Raymond, Music by Theatre of Tragedy "Behold a jocund morn indeed! - Sun on high - birds in sky. Yonder the whist firth 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 feigned lie through loathing, I say!" "To and fro, save hither, Is thy love." "A dotard gaffer, I daresay..." "Not a loth! - But dying 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 parchéd sot. Hie to tell me What ye judgest as naught; I behold the shadow!" "Where fore call me such names; Nay imp am I! "E'er thou sayest aye! "That is a lie! / Thou art my aghast hart - Thief of a plot! Lief I am not! / Grazing in the glade." Now go to thy tryst! My words are but a twist! Go, leave, totter! - Fare wel l! - 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 and thither!"
