ILYA TURIN SHAKESPEARE(The scenes)The Persons of the PlayActor playing HamletPublisher of stolen playsEdwy, playwrightRobin, scribeConnoisseur, young manStephen, his friendHawkerScene: London, about 1600PROLOGUEImagine: through the window, noon and night,You can see God, all over cross’d with wires,And your own house: its sad yards are quiteThe same – years made it not an inch higher.Imagine: you can hear trees beneathWake up with rustling to proclaim rain showers,The cemetery of thoughts, so long deceased,Rattle its bones and break off tusks in sorrow.Imagine: at your foundation they still stay;The way is dangerous and … in oblivionFor this poor head that wants to be refreshed.But if the rhymes, in pairs, start out the wayTo their graves, we shall enlarge the grieving For the deceased with your exploit afresh.But every sound that perished on descentStrengthens the hand that survives their end.
ACT IActor(Holding sheet of paper with his lines)It’s said lot in here.But how can IBehold inside myself what’s told of продажа копии часов по Москве others?Does not my post command me to defraudA silent stranger, and to send storyOf cruel impudence with him worldwide?They are the letters.
