Music: Jerome Kern
#Who stole my heart away#
#Who makes me dream all day#
#Dreams I know, can never be true#
#Seems as though, I'll ever be blue#
#Song continues#
[Trumpet playing] [Dramatic drums roll]
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, that it was,
What is should be
More than his father's death,
That, thus, have
put him so much
from the understanding of himself
I...I cannot dream of.
I am
both,
That being of so young days,
brought up,
with him,
his youth, so neighbored
to his youth and humor,
[groans]
So by your companies to draw him onto pleasure
lies within our memory
excuse me madam,
If it would please you to show us so much gently and goodwill
As to expend your time with us awhile
for the supply and profit our host
your visitation shall receive such thanks
As fits a Kings remembrance
whispers somebody's just walking out
what a pleasure in this day and age
to hear a language so beautifully spoken