Theatre Of Tragedy A Hamlet For A Slothful Vassa Lyrics

"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 t__he of trothplight -
Lief I am not!
I deem - 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 dying 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 parchéd sot.
Hie to tell me
What ye judgest as naught;
I behold the shadow!"
"Where
fore 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 wel
l! - 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!"