The Last Words of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark

Here's a little speech that I imagine Hamlet making while lying on the floor, waiting for death. Not exactly cheerful, but then again, neither is the play. I hope Shakespeare won't be too pissed at me for this.

Yes

Now I can weep,

weep even for her,

weep for Hecuba,

and for such rich reward –

a world that makes me weep,

scorn from those who have never seen,

pity from those who think they have,

and love from none,

though it matters little,

not even love would stop

this steady burbling of blood

onto smooth marble.

And so I weep, oh, yes,

I do weep for Hecuba,

and she for me,

her son,

doomed to die,

as all mortals are

wont to do.