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

[stagecontroller.livejournal.com]

[ 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. ]

Comments

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[stripping.livejournal.com]

You're amazing.

[That covers that.]

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[stagecontroller.livejournal.com]

[ 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.

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[stripping.livejournal.com]

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

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[stagecontroller.livejournal.com]

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

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

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[stripping.livejournal.com]

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

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[stagecontroller.livejournal.com]

'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. '

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[stripping.livejournal.com]

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.'

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[stagecontroller.livejournal.com]

'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.

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[stripping.livejournal.com]

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