Music: Who by Jerome Kern

#Who stole my heart away#

#Who makes me dream all day#

#Song still playing#

#No one but you#

#Song fades out#

[Trumpet playing]

Welcome, Dear Rosengrands and Guildenstern

Moreover though we much

did long to see you

The need we have to use you

Did provoke our hasty sendforth

Something that you heard

Of Hamslet's transformation?

So call it

Nor the exterior

Nor the inward man resembles

What is should be

More than his father's death

Have put him so much

Fun in understanding of himself

I cannot free more

Both

That being of so young days

Brought up with

Him insist so naive

To his youth and humor

[groans]