tvk | First Script | "Prodigious birth of love it is to me"

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First Script | "Prodigious birth of love it is to me"

[ It took him some time to finally decide to use the device, but here he is, using the small text device for an important question that he must know soon. ]

If thou shalt choose a role
which wilt be the one that suits thou the most?

The stage placed shalt be thy life, oh Lord,
for thee I'll write only one fate,
and if thou shalt tell me, mine piece,
the curtain will raise for thee.

[ Priorities, Shakespeare has them. Besides, he first needed to know the actors of this new stage. ]

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Do not get me wrong, young one,
I am merely one who enjoys to observe,
if thy words speak from thy soul,
then be mine guest to keep thy performance then!

It's still a fine first act I'm going through.

Thee art an intriguing one,
and if I must admit, mine interest thou picked,
I'll be awaiting to see more of ye,
do not mind this mere observer of fate.

I'll look forward to seeing more of you as well, although I might need to break out the Shakespearian plays in order to translate.

Thee wilt have it very difficult to do so,
but it pleases me to see ye recognize mine style,
allow me to introduce mine self, acquaintance of mine,
I played many roles in different stages,
being the Servant Caster mine last one,
the one thee are speaking to is no other but William Shakespeare.

[This reply takes a little longer to come while he picks his jaw off the floor.]

You can't be serious. Really? You're the William Shakespeare?

It is such an honor.

[ He's getting that reaction a lot, he likes it. ]

I'd be no more than a fool,
if I were to claim someone I am not,
rest assured, I am the playwright of many masterpieces.

You're amazing.

[That covers that.]

[ Delicious praise, he likes that. ]

Wilt thee tell me which one of my plays have thou read?
I am quite curious to hear thy praise.

...All of them? I have a bound collection of your works at home, including your sonnets.

[ He likes you a lot, oh dear fanboy. ]

How delightful to hear that!
Do thou hast any favorite?

Henry V. We few, we happy few, we band of brothers...

'For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day. '

I can't recite the whole thing from memory, but I've always wanted to see it performed.

Ah, I also like...

'Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin as self-neglecting.'

'Turn head and stop pursuit, for coward dogs
Most spend their mouths when what they seem to threaten
Runs far before them. Good my sovereign,
Take up the English short, and let them know
Of what a monarchy you are the head.
Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin
As self-neglecting.'

Now that I walk among the living once more, 
mine plays will be played to entertain the audience once more.

I would love to be in attendance. Nothing would make me happier.

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