Hilarity and a warm heart,
For they say I’m a villain.
I’m a poison dart :-
and like Lucifer I did nose dive from heaven.
Poppycock from a cockerels waltz!
O’ there it is!
His laughable taunts;
seeking my land, wealth and more.
‘Apparently’ I’ve bitten and I’ve tore!
With this noble mouth, what sickening thoughts!
o' but of course when at court!
“Madame” he said,
“The stench of six hundred corpses,
near is the presence of the dead.
Why is it here so close to your quarters?”
Listen György, I hissed like a serpent.
Return to your hobby of Lutheran churches.
One knows your Erzsébet is not as delightful.
Give’s you no need to ridicule me with blood baths.
I have been left crestfallen but like your István, hell I’m beautiful!
Before your lies my life was so dull:-
And so thank you dear Shakespeare!
For this stage upon which I shall enthral my audience,
With a veil of grace and of confidence.
