Hamlet III

Ophelia: Oh what a night... the necklace of stars gummed upon the sky/ Oh what a night, a small death worthy of a visit to the nurse/ sweet Hamlet, come upon my face and kiss me/ tell me sweet nothings that I may dine upon your words. Hamlet: when I first looked upon thy face/ I thought the stars had fallen upon a net of fishermen/ when I first upon thy face/ the moon struck notes of such delirious fancy that I awakened from this dream of life to dream upon thee/ but enough of sweet nothings/ let us speak of the matter at hand. Ophelia: Which part of Denmark will you give me? Hamlet: The Northern Part. Ophelia: How shall we kill the king/ with a sword or with a spear?/ who shall strike his heart/ and ooze out all that false sentimentality?/ He is much loved of the people/ much he gives and much he cries/ tears of such false feeling but once you feel so much false feeling/ it can become real./ What shall we do after we kill the king?/ How do we justify it to the people who dearly love the Uncle-King? Shall you Caesar the moment, seized with the sexual fervor of charisma/ What if there is a rebellion? We shall enlist the military to protect us/ from the common mob. Oh, Hamlet, what a tiger are thou in bed/ What a sweet night I had, no dreams, no nothing, just completely rest. HAMLET: (Alone) She is really a fool/ seduced by the glories of the moment/ tomorrow she will think another thing/ while my plot comes to unfoil/ creatures of the day, creatures of the night/ women, they are easily pleased and have no stomach for the hard agonies of life/ I shall tell the people, I shall tell Horatio that I saw the ghost of the king and that he commanded me to kill the Uncle-King./ Thus am I justified in their sight.