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 - I deem - Lief I am not!
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 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 parched 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 -
Grassing 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 and thither!»

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