I loved him, of course.
They make such a fuss about it, now.
But what was not to love?
Prince of a fellow,
admirable in quality…
A real piece of work.
Certainly he could be,
or not be,
a bit balmy, at times,
but when it came down to it,
he knew a hawk from a handsaw.
And I just felt he should not
I knew he would stop me
when I tried to play the antic Roman…
( put myself on the spot there,
near the end…)
but he knew what I was, inside,
But always ready to be of service!
You know the feeling,
Yes, of course!
She could be so needy,
almost like another little daughter
and I, like Nature,
the gentlest Mother.
What frustrated lusts she had…
and sometimes, so evil!
Laughing at the robin as he
bit the angle worm in half,
reveling as he ate the fellow raw!
But she did suffer,
though we heard no noise,
all the ruin was within…
But what of that!
He did, as well,
Torn he was,
between going a bit over the top
with his mother…
( Though not as much as…ah…
What was that unfortunate Greeks name?
That was a trick of the gods…)
But Hamlet was always to his own self, true.
(whenever he was stable enough to know who he was!!)
And Gertrude never shed a tear,
Jealous, she was, I think,
Hamlet always lying between Ophelia’s legs,
right there in the Great Hall,
in front of them all,
in that wild get-up…
stockings all twisted and skewed.
I don’t remember anything like that with Emily,
little thing with feathers as she was.
She just needed someone gentle.
That minister might have steered her into port,
but he was… unavailable…
in so many ways.
a pleasure and a duty to serve.
Playing the Pal of the Prince and all that…
though mostly from the wings
or watching the King
from behind some pillar down the hall.
Came off better than old Polonius
hiding behind the curtain!
He should have kept his mouth shut,
And those other “friends”,
Rosencrantz and that other Jew…
something, something..stern or stein..
I didn’t mind the role.
Lucky to get it!
Great pick-up line:
“Well, there’s this Friend of a prince…”
Certainly made a career out of it!
And I am so glad that twit
Lavinia didn’t just dump the box!
That was Emily’s letter to a world
who never wrote back!
And think how much the money
helped our little family,
once Higgenson saw the light.
And I will always be remembered
as the one who pulled it out from
under the bushel!
As will I be for remaining behind,
bravely foreswearing felicity yet a while
to tell Fortinbras the story..
(never liked that young brat.
Thought he was god’s gift to the boards!)
quite a while now…
we made out all right.
You with him.
I with her…
(Absent Austin, there
might have been more)
and absent the Queen!
Ophelia could never have
hung with Hamlet.
To much water had Ophelia.
Not of the earth,
earthy, like us!
It takes substance to be seconds
while our dear duelers
stand there, suffering those damn
slings and arrows!
I might have taken a few of them
for her myself,
but, she “caught the carriage” before me!
Beautiful heads on those horses though!
a pleasure to serve.
Oh, I don’t know.
We might test eternity
in the meantime…
Might you be…
we are here,
you and I…………
we really don’t
But thanks for thinking,
of me, dear countryman….
Let us search though,
Horatio AND Susan: