PrHamlet

The potent poison ☠️ quite o’ercrows my spirit. On Fortibras He has my dying voice. The rest is silence. #Tellmystory #Horatiotruth #revengeissweet

Alas, poor Yorick! He hath bore me on his back 1k times and now how abhorred in my imagination it is! Here hung those lips I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? Your songs? Your flashes of merriment?

Playbill—what art the chances I can receiveth seats f’r The Murd’r of Gonzago f’r thine own moth’r? Howev’r mine own uncle might liketh those folk m’re 🤭

I loved @Ophelia071601 Forty thousand brothers could not with all their quantity of love make up my sum. 😭💔 #Sweetophelia #GoneTooSoon

Ho, Rosencrantz & Guildenstern, wanteth to gath’r and jameth to William Bryd—one of thee can playeth the recorder! I heareth it is as easy as lying.

@Ophelia071601 Thy mother is the devil incarnate! Fie she had married mine own uncle, thou arrant murd’rous daw!

Go to their graves like 🛏 🛏 , fight for a plot whereon the #️⃣s cannot try the cause,which not 🪦 enough and continent to hide the slain? My thoughts be bloody 🩸 or be nothing worth!

@Ophelia071601 I did love you once. Why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners? 💔 🥺

The play’s 🎭 the thing wherein I’ll catch the conscience of the King. 👑 #Redhanded

Why, what an ass am I! This is most brave, that I, the son of a dear father murdered, prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell, must like a wh@re unpack my ❤️ with words…

My tables—meet it is I set down that one may smile, and smile, and be a villain. At least I am sure it may be so in Denmark. 💀

To be, or not not be, that is the question: whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles and by opposing end them.

To the celestial and my soul’s idol, the most beautiful @Ophelia071601 in her excellent white bosom, these,etc. Doubt thou the stars are fire, doubt that the sun doth move, doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt I love.