poetry
Virtual Surreality
Green Eggs and Hamlet


Ham Omelet's Soliloquy: Act II, Scene ii.

Hamlet has just had the leader of the players recite a passage Hamlet heard him speak once before concerning the death of Priam, during the Trojan war. He has convinced the actors to make a small change to the play that will be performed for the King & Queen tomorrow. The players, followed by Rosencrantz and Guildenstern have just left and Hamlet is alone with his thoughts...

I am alone

I am alone
And on my own

That rogue I am
That rogue I am
I do not like
The rogue I am

I do not like the actor's skill
In showing what I feel still
I would display for my father
What he displays without bother

For Hecuba he shows the tears
And cries aloud his hopes and fears
Yet it's an act he does with ease
While I cannot utter my pleas

What's her to him or him to her
Naught, but I the mortal curr
Cannot display the things I feel
And dreams he weaves are thus more real

And so the throngs he will amaze
While I, throughout these mournful days
Show not what I know to be true
And so I need these actors to
Display the cruel unthinking truth
And thereby provide me with proof
That the king, the father, I held dear
Was killed by poison dripped in ear

Not serpents bite as brother's claim
A lie to control his domain
To take the seat that he held dear
With but a crocodile's tear

For I'm a coward, tis proven true
A fearful man with no skill to
Strike back to take the vile breath
From he who caused his brother's death

And so I shall, within the play
Attempt to recreate the day
And watch my uncle's face to see
To know he did such villainy

For through the actor skills I'll do
the actions to tell me what's true
And so this revised play's the thing
To catch the conscience of the king

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