'SHOULD I
BECAUSE IT’S EXPECTED STICK A PIECE OF IRON INTO
THE NEAREST FLESH OR THE NEXT-NEAREST
HOLDING ME FAST BECAUSE THE WORLD SPINS AROUND
LORD BREAK MY NECK FALLING FROM A BEERHALL
BENCH
BECAUSE IT’S EXPECTED STICK A PIECE OF IRON INTO
THE NEAREST FLESH OR THE NEXT-NEAREST
HOLDING ME FAST BECAUSE THE WORLD SPINS AROUND
LORD BREAK MY NECK FALLING FROM A BEERHALL
BENCH
Enter Horatio. Co-conspirator of my thoughts, which are full of blood since the morning was draped with the empty sky. YOU COME TOO LATE MY FRIEND FOR YOUR WAGE / NO PLACE FOR YOU IN MY TRAGEDY-PLAY. Horatio, do you know me still. Are you my friend, Horatio. If you know me, how can you be my friend. Do you want to play Polonius, who wants to sleep with his daughter, the alluring Ophelia, she’s about to get her cue, see how she shakes her rump – a tragic role.'
Heiner Müeller - Hamletmachine
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