And murder is quite within our realm of expertise.īoth Peasants: (turn to the audience) Aside from committing them we hope. Sherlock Holmes: My dear Watson, you forget that this is now a murder mystery. John Watson: I say, Sherlock, we don't even belong in this type of fiction. therefore a letter to put master Hamlet out of his funky misery? Peasant 1: Much as we have not seen Rosencrantz or Guildenstern. Peasant 2: So was said letter - of which we have not seen. It came from Claudius, Hamlet's dear uncle. Peasant 1: Oh, that's quite easy to tell. Where did this original letter come from I wonder? I heard that he replaced a letter - with instructions to kill him - with one bearing instructions for their death. Peasant 1: As I heard it, I believe that Hamlet may be to blame for the deaths of those two men. Peasant 1: I've half a mind to let you join Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, can't you see our audience is growing tired of such absurdity? Though absurdity may be our part (the peasants together) absurdity for a laugh quickly loses all sense of art. Peasant 2: Or cleaning up the other's crimes. Peasant 1: Stop that, we're no minstrels to be finishing each others rhymes.
Peasant 2: And who could have done the dirty deed? All the crowd demanded their money back indeed. Peasant 1: Oh yes, t'was a murder of a show. Peasant 1: But they're not the pretty dead. Peasant 1: Would you stop that? They're dead as dead can be - which is actually pretty dead. Peasant 2: Really, really, really, really? Peasant 1: Did you hear? Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead?
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