the 'knave' of hearts
fools and 'knaves'
(..) I'll lug the guts into the neighbour room. Mother, goodnight Indeed this counsellor is now most still, most secret and most grave... ...who was in life a foolish prating knave Come, sir. Goodnight, mother Where is your son? What, Gertrude, how does Hamlet? Mad as the seas and wind, (..)2015 Hamlet