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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>After The Play</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Father<br>Have you spent the money I gave you to-day?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">John<br>Ay, father I have.<br>A fourpence on cakes, two pennies that away<br>To a beggar I gave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Father</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lake of yellow brimstone boil for you in Hell,<br>Such lies that you spin.<br>Tell the truth now, John, ere the falsehood swell,<br>Say, where have you been?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">John</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'll lie no more to you, father, what is the need?<br>To the Play I went,<br>With sixpence for a near seat, money's worth indeed,<br>The best ever spent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Grief to you, shame or grief, here is the story--<br>My splendid night!<br>It was colour, scents, music, a tragic glory,<br>Fear with delight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hamlet, Prince of Denmark, title of the tale:<br>He of that name,<br>A tall, glum fellow, velvet cloaked, with a shirt of mail,<br>Two eyes like flame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All the furies of fate circled round the man,<br>Maddening his heart,<br>There was old murder done before play began,<br>Ay, the ghost took part.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There were grave-diggers delving, they brought up bones,<br>And with rage and grief<br>All the players shouted in full, kingly tones,<br>Grand, passing belief.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, there were ladies there radiant like day,<br>And changing scenes:<br>Great sounding words were tossed about like hay<br>By kings and queens.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How the plot turned about I watched in vain,<br>Though for grief I cried,<br>As one and all they faded, poisoned or slain,<br>In great agony died.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Father, you'll drive me forth never to return,<br>Doubting me your son--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Father</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So I shall, John</div><div style="margin:10px 0">John</div><div style="margin:10px 0">--but that glory for which I burn<br>Shall be soon begun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I shall wear great boots, shall strut and shout,<br>Keep my locks curled.<br>The fame of my name shall go ringing about<br>Over half the world.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Father</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Horror that your Prince found, John may you find,<br>Ever and again<br>Dying before the house in such torture of mind<br>As you need not feign.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While they clap and stamp at your nightly fate,<br>They shall never know<br>The curse that drags at you, until Hell's gate.<br>You have heard me. Go!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Graves">Robert Graves</a><div class=q>
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Have you spent the money I gave you to-day?

John
Ay, father I have.
A fourpence on cakes, two pennies that away
To a beggar I gave.

Father

The lake of yellow brimstone boil for you in Hell,
Such lies that you spin.
Tell the truth now, Jo..."></div>
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