A Hamlet For A Slothful Vassal Lyrics - Virago - Theatre Of Tragedy

"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. 

Mayhap a tithe of trothplight - 

I deep - e'er and anon!" 

"To and fro, save hither, 

Is thy love." 

"Not a loth! - 

But vying for my kinsmen!" 

"Beautiful tyrant! 

Fiend Angelica! 

Dove-feathered raven! 

Woluish-ravening lamb! 

A hamlet for a slothful vassal - 

Soothing ale for a parched sot. 

Hie to tell me 

What ye judgest as naught 

I behold the shadow!" 

"E'er thou sayest aye! 

Thief of a plot! 

Now go to thy tryst! 

Go, leave, totter! - 

Until ye dwindlest. 

A morsel, nay more, 

For thy journey 

Hither and thither!" 

"That is a lie! 

Lief I am not! 

My words are but a twist 

Fare well! - with jiy I came, 

With rue I leave. 

Even the orb cannot. 

Help me melt the ice?" 

"That is a lie! 

Lief I am not! 

My words are but a twist 

Tis a feigned lie through loathing, 

I say!" 

"A dotard gaffer, I daresay..." 

"...a sapling not!" 

"Wherefore call me such names; 

Nay imp am I! 

Thou art my aghast hart - 

Gazing in the glade."