Artist：theatre  of  tragedy

Songs  Title：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  feign  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  parch  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  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  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!＂