Fratricide

A task from the King!

Play’s the thing
Catch the conscience
Of the King

And his bride!

Spend your time
For a while
For hope’s supply

Forth to England

The wind at help
Prepare thyself
Prepare thyself

To censure homicide.

Homicide

The conclusion—

The conclusion
And the retribution

Don’t try to justify—

Standing
Idly by

We were destined

Destined

For fratricide.

Rewind, rewind….

I remember that night;
I just might regret that night for the rest of our days.
I remember those player boys
Tripping over themselves to win our gaze.
I remember being called to the court—
An invitation you can’t evade.
But my lord Prince Hamlet:
I’ll never forget the first time we learned his fate.

The letter had his name:
A trip to England under treacherous aims,
For what the King signed
‘Gainst the melancholy Dane,
Royally proclaimed, altered our whole game.
This is now our shame.

To the purpose:
What reason have you come to Elsinore?

To visit you, my lord. What should we say, my lord?

Don’t play me:
I know you were sent for.

To what end?

I have of late lost my candor.

My lord, we are at your service.

Welcome to Elsinore.

The players have come.

God b’wi’ ye. In time you’ll see what is done is done,
But just you wait;
Just you wait.

So this is what it feels like when friendships fall to self-destruction,
Augury to his end.
In a fit of contrition, in darkness from light,
A fate of an unearthly flight—for him, alright.
The conversation lasted two minutes, maybe three minutes;
In the end reluctant agreement. It’s
The words in the letter upon first glance,
A jolt, double-take in this circumstance,
Unwitting partners in this diplomacy dance.
Let’s keep things in proportion, what say you, Rosencrantz?
Death comes to us all after this mortal romance;
It’s presumptuous to interfere with the fate of pure chance.

In moonlight, the sea starts a-glowing.
I’m restless; the ship’s to-and-froing.
A moment of panic: the letter’s misplaced.
Then I turn and see Lord Hamlet’s face,
And there is

Vengeance.

Unmistakable
Vengeance.

In his eyes is just
Vengeance.

And I qualify
Three sudden sinking feelings at the exact same time.

Where are you taking me?

Everything is bent for England.

If thou knew’st our purposes.

Number one:
I’m a man on a boat on which my only qualm is getting sick.
My destiny’s akin to spinning coins,
But heads or tails I’m still enjoined
To set coldly the sovereign process.
Our present royal dispatch is
Preposterous.
And now that I’m penniless—
Heads!—that doesn’t mean I waver any less.

The King, my lord, is marvelous distempered of you.

With drink?

With choler.

Number two:
He’s cross with us for coming from the King; that elevates his distrust. I’d
Have to be naive to say that’s a lie. Maybe that is why
Our commission gone to England did we provide
Free of charge. King Claudius and his bride
Did entreat we would comply.

What have you done, my lord?

I have been demanded of a sponge that soaks up the King’s countenance.

I understand you not.

Number three:
I know Rosencrantz like I know my own mind.
You will never find
A friend as loyal or as kind.
Had he known from the beginning of the pall of humankind
He’d pacify;
He’d never remain blind
To Hamlet dying.

But when the cover of night closes our weary eyes
And Guil and Ros both sigh,
We hope in dreams that we’ve arrived
Unscathed in England….

There is no turning back on the sea.
Alas, in time Hamlet will…not be.

From the King!

Play’s the thing
Catch the conscience
Of the King

And his bride!

Spend your time
For a while
For hope’s supply

Forth to England

The wind at help
Prepare thyself
Prepare thyself

To censure homicide.

Homicide

The conclusion—

The conclusion
And the retribution

Don’t try to justify—

Standing
Idly by

We were destined

Destined

For fratricide.

We’re his friends,
But no matter how we’ve tried,
At the end
We’re the culprits of fratricide;
He’s the culprit of fratricide.

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