Prairie Dog performing Hamlet

[guppiecat]

“O, I die, Horatio;

The potent poison quite o’er-crows my spirit:

I cannot live to hear the news from England;

But I do prophesy the election lights

On Fortinbras: he has my dying voice;

So tell him, with the occurrents, more and less,

Which have solicited. The rest is silence.”

Originally posted at stories.starmind.org.

Comments

[pameladean]

Good night, sweet prince.

P.