Tryouts at the Consulate: Hamlet

Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him well, Horatio.

No, wait. That can't be right. Let me think.

Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him well, Horatius.

There's still something wrong here. How would a fellow of infinite jest hold off an army? More to the point: why? There's something else. Give me a moment. It's on the tip of my radula.

Got it! Hamlet lived just after the Black Death, right? No, wait. That was Shakespeare. Hamlet lived a thousand of your seasonal cycles before that, roughly: or am I thinking of that other chap? Some sort of revolutionary. How did that Rome thing work out, anyway? Your lettering looks like theirs.

I think I have it now. Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him well, Hortense. Oh, bother.

What's that? Don't call you, you'll call me?

How about Ophelia? Have you cast that part yet?

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