To be or not to be, that is the question:
Whether ’tis more notable in the public eye
To resume my days of outrageous fame and fortune,
Or to take arms against a coterie of villains and by opposing end them?
To lie.
To cheat out, no more.
And by “cheat” to say I turn my face to be fully seen by my adoring audience
Who, in my visage, doth ken the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to.
’Tis a command performance on which I’ve reminisced.
To lie.
To cheat.
To cheat perchance… to steal!
Ay, there’s the rub, for in that steal-th of thievery,
What gems may come once I have shuffled off the magically etched tracking numbers
May give me new cause!
For what lowly knave would bear the villain’s wrong, the insolence of the law, the proud man’s contumely
If they could, with deft Stage Hand, their comeuppance take?
Since they cannot, shall I then play the knave and skirt the law?
To be seen and not to be seen in my roguish masque?
Aye, there’s the respect to give parameter to my new life!
And thus my native hue of elocution is painted o’er with the casting of a minor illusion
And I seize the name of action!
With apologies and thanks to the great Orcish bard, Kilhelm Brakespeare.