John81

[John81]

Can you imagine Hamlet without Hamlet being in it?

[Ashlee]

How all occasions inform against me, and spur my dull revenge. What is a man, if his chief good and market of his time be but to sleep, and feed? A beast, no more. Sure He that made us with such large discourse, looking before and after, gave us not that capability and godlike reason to fust in us unused...

etc.

[John81]

Bravo, bravo!!!

Encore, encore!!!

[Ashlee]

Now whether it be bestial oblivion or some craven scruple, of thinking to precisely on the event (a thought which, quartered, hath but one part wisdom, and ever three parts coward). I do not know why yet I live to say, this thing's to do. Sith I have cause and will, and strength and means to do it. Examples gross as earth exhort me...


etc.

[John81]

Oh, but the mist doth form upon mine eyes!

[Ashlee]

Hail and well met my fellow thespian!

[John81]

Hail to thee, fair maiden!

[Ashlee]

What say thou, save hello and godbye?

[John81]

Dost one need impart thine heart before thine head?

[Ashlee]

O, from this time forth, my thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth.

[John81]

Why for doth my heart yearn to hear thy voice once more?

[Ashlee]

When hast thou heard mine voice?

[John81]

Dost thou not know they voice be carried forth on the wings of butterflies?

[Ashlee]

What commune doth thou have with butterflies, seeing as thou art a man?

[John81]

They do bespeak secrets in mine ear.