Scene V: Done, Asinine. Within the Capitol
(apologies to Shakespeare)
1) Tomorrow & tomorrow & tomorrow,
Creeps connive in this petty place day after day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all their yesterdays have lighted Demonic Rats
The way to dusty death.
Demonic Rats are but walking shadows, poor players
Who strut and fret their hour upon the stage
And then are heard from no more: Their's is a tale
Told by idiots, full of "explosions" and "drama,"