I enjoy o’ercrows here. It makes me picture Hamlet’s spirit and the potent poison in a crowing contest, like Peter Pan crowing with the Lost Boys. Hamlet’s spirit crows, weakly…and the poison crows, triumphantly, loudly, proudly and the observers all shake their heads regretfully because it’s such a shame that that bully poison should beat the resilient philosophical royal spirit of Hamlet? How can a poison be so potent? So able to overcome the strong? How is it able to crow so loud and strong?