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

<i>whispers</i> somebody's just walking out

what a pleasure in this day and age

to hear a language so beautifully spoken