Rozencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead - We were sent for | Текст песни

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- My honoured lord!
- My most dear lord!
- My excellent good friends! How dost thou, Guildenstern? Ah, Rosencrantz! Oh, good lads, how do you both?
- As the indifferent children of the earth.
- Happy in that we are not overhappy. On Fortune's cap we are not the very button.
- Nor the soles of her shoes?
- Neither, my lord.
- Then you live about her waist, or in the middle of her favours?
- Faith, her privates we.
- In the secret parts of fortune? O, most true! She is a strumpet. Well what news?
- None, my lord, but that the world's grown honest.
- Then is doomsday near. But your news is not true. Let me question more in particular. What have you, my good friends deserved at the hands of fortune that she spends you to prison hither?
- Prison, my lord?
- Denmark's a prison.
- Then is the world one.
- A goodly one, in which there are many confines, wards and dungeons, Denmark being one of the worst.
- We think not so, my lord.
- Why, then 'tis none to you, for there is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so. To me it is a prison.
- Why then your ambition makes it one. 'Tis too narrow for your mind.
- O, God, I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a king of infinite space... were it not that I have bad dreams. But in the beaten way of friendship, what make you at Elsinore?
- To visit you, my lord: no other occasion.
- Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks, but I thank you. Were you not sent for? Is it your own inclining? Is it a free visitation? Well... come, come, nay, speak!
- What should we say, my lord?
- Why anything but to the purpose. You were sent for. And there is a kind of confession in your looks which your modesties have not craft enough to colour. I know the good King and Queen have sent for you.
- To what end, my lord?
- That you must teach me. Be even and direct with me, whether you were sent for or no?
- My lord, we were sent for.
- Ah-ha! I will tell you why.

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