Dying

  • Guildenstern: No...no...not for us, not like that. Dying is not romantic, and death is not a game which will soon be over. Death is not anything. Death is not...It's the absence of presence, nothing more. The endless time of never coming back. A gap you can't see, and when the wind blows through it, it makes no sound...
  • Guildenstern:
  • Rosencrantz: That's it, then, is it?
  • Rosencrantz:
  • Rosencrantz: The sun's going down. Or the earth's coming up, as the fashionable theory has it.
  • Rosencrantz:
  • Rosencrantz: Not that it makes any difference.
  • Rosencrantz:
  • Rosencrantz: What was it all about? When did it begin?
  • Rosencrantz:
  • Rosencrantz: Couldn't we just stay put? I mean no one is going to come on and drag us off. They'll just have to wait. We're still young. Fit. We've got years.
  • Rosencrantz:
  • Rosencrantz: We've done nothing wrong! We didn't harm anyone. Did we?
  • Guildenstern: I can't remember.
  • Guildenstern:
  • Rosencrantz: All right, then. I don't care. I've had enough. To tell you the truth, I'm relieved.
  • Rosencrantz:
  • Guildenstern: Our names shouted in a certain dawn...a message...a summons. There must have been a moment, at the beginning, where we could have said "No." But somehow we missed it.
  • Guildenstern:
  • Guidenstern: Rosen—?
  • Guildenstern: Guil—?
  • Guildenstern:
  • Guildenstern: Well, we'll know better next time. Now you see me, now you—
  • Guildenstern:
  • Guildenstern:
  • Guildenstern:
  • Ambassador: The sight is dismal;
  • Ambassador: and our affairs from England come too late.
  • Ambassador: The ears are senseless that should give us hearing
  • Ambassador: to tell him his commandment is fulfilled
  • Ambassador: that Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead.
  • Ambassador: Where should we have our thanks?

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