These are my last words in the play
You will not see me again
I will go to my bed
And dream of a ghostly king
And a new one
And one who should have been one
And one who could play all three.
I will wake up to an entirely new world
Wherein I am no longer a Dane
But subject to Norway
Who I will guard with equal diligence
And dream into stories
I am Francisco – I dream it all.
