Give me a few hours on a train to while away, and my creative juices start to flow. So my apologies, I have taken a few liberties, I dreamt a dream tonight…
Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your ears.
How do all occasions form against me, and spur my dull revenge? Beware the ides of March. Full of vexation come I, with complaint.
If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?
What’s he then says I play the villain, blow wind and crack your cheeks.
He was my friend, faithful and just to me, and yet to be or not to be, takes arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing them? To die, to sleep; to sleep: perchance to dream and of that dream, for every trifle are they set upon me; and with all the infections the sun sucks up? My troublous dreams this night doth make me sad.
But a dream itself is just a shadow, and when I waked, I cried to dream again, as dreams are toys. Yet we are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with sleep.
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Where sleeps Titania sometime of the night, lull’d in these flowers with dances and delight. Here will we sit and let the sounds of music creep in our ears, and music has the charms to calm my savage breast.
I am that merry wanderer of the night and sometime lurk I in a gossip’s bowl, a merrier hour was never wasted there! In that vessel, O thou invisible spirit of wine! If thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil, and virtue a fig!
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind?
She’s beautiful, and therefore to be wooed: she is woman, and therefore to be won. For where thou art, there is the world itself; and where thou art not, desolation.
I am one who loved not wisely, but too well, for my own part, I pray you, do not fall in love with me, for I am falser than vows made in wine; yet, I bear a charmed life. Be all my sins remember’d.
Say how I loved you, speak me fair in death…