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Denizens of backstage.
For your benefit, and Mizhara's:
HAMLET, by
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE,
WRIT in 1602,
performed before KINGS AND COURTS;
in HALLS OF GOVERNMENT;
on STAGES GREAT AND SMALL,
and IMMORTALIZED
in a THOUSAND PRINTED VOLUMES -
ACT the SECOND, SCENE TWO
POLONIUS:
This business is well ended.
My liege, and madam, to expostulate
What majesty should be, what duty is,
Why day is day, night night, and time is time,
Were nothing but to waste night, day and time.
Therefore, since
BREVITY IS THE SOUL OF WIT,
And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes,
I will be brief: your noble son is mad:
Mad call I it; for, to define true madness,
What is't but to be nothing else but mad?
But let that go.
I hope the irony of having provoked me to tell you this in a long and winding style is not lost on you, Mizhara :P
I should think we will not soon make inquiries into the worth of expressing oneself in few words.
In any case. Ashar: desperate, wily, steadfast.