Alas, poor Yorick!

First Clown:

A pestilence on him for a mad rogue! 'a pour'd a flagon
of Rhenish on my head once. This same skull, sir, was, sir,
Yorick's skull, the King's jester.

Hamlet:
This? [Takes the skull]

First Clown:
E'en that.

Hamlet:
Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio, a fellow of infinite
jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath bore me on his back a
thousand times, and now how abhorr'd in my imagination it is!
My gorge rises at it.

(Hamlet Act5)

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I decided against putting on Tudor/Elizabethan costume. I would look ridiculous in tights... So here it is. An anachronism takes over.