Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio. Alas and alack! Arm'd to do as sworn to do, so doth the woodbine the sweet honeysuckle. O, if I had such a tire, this face of mine hath stir’d up their servants to an act of rage. All are punishèd, for hither oftentimes upbraided me withal. There shalt thou find my cousin Beatrice, in her discourses after supper, full of poise and difficult weight. I want more uncles here to welcome me. Exeunt.
...or something like that.
(Thanks to THIS GUY for the copy.)
1 comment:
Great Hamlet. Great job on the Pumpkin Pants. (at least that's what we called them in the costume shop...)
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