Now the King Drinks to Hamlet

Don't act as if your precious royal blood
Has been defiled. This is your family:
All princes, kings, and queens, high royalty
That goes back all the way to Noah's flood.
Relax. Don't drag our good name through the mud,
Whining what ought to be, or not to be.
You aggravate yourself: it's "me me me"
Until we're deaf. The argument's a dud.

Remember everything your mother said
About our past, her husband who is dead,
And what the man behind the arras meant.
We won't disparage what the marriage bed
Produced by way of sheer embarrassment,
But this, my boy, is simple harassment.