A Hamlet for a Slothful Vassal-Theatre Of Tragedy

　　　 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!＂