Let me see. (takes the skull) Alas, poor Yorick! I
knew him, Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest, of most
excellent fancy. He hath borne me on his back a
thousand times, and now, how abhorred in my
imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung
those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.
—Where be your gibes now? Your gambols? Your
songs? Your flashes of merriment that were wont to
set the table on a roar? Not one now to mock your
own grinning? Quite chapfallen? Now get you to
my lady’s chamber and tell her, let her paint an
inch thick, to this favour she must come. Make her laugh at that.


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By the amazing  silverfox5213

Featuring myself and my partner in life and crime  Saiyentom
Poor Tommie boy drew the short stick in rehearsals and had to be the jester...
I am so in love with this piece for multiple reasons, my profession obviously being one of them. Thank you so much! <3