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Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Yon pooby fools
So, friends, I found myself once again at the olde publike house, complayning to a wench on this Anonymous nonsense, when I heare behynd me that scourge Jonson laugh. The rogue entered stealthfully and overhear'd my complaints and found th' whole affair entirely too amusing. He ducked out though to avoid the tanckerd flying towards his heade.
Otherwise, earlier in the day I spied several rude me...chanicals apeing some entertainement they had seen of late: Feversham, methinks. (One kept shouting in a loude voice: "FEVERSHAM! FEVERSHAM!" as if he were some vengeful yet farcical ghost.) The incident hath spurr'd me to include, somewhere, such a group performing with all the soul and wyt of a group of carpenters prating in York one of the mystery playes. Let the publike see what a true play-wright can craft compared to the travesties of some pooby fools' Pyramus and Thisbie! Or even an Oxford, hmm?
Otherwise, earlier in the day I spied several rude me...chanicals apeing some entertainement they had seen of late: Feversham, methinks. (One kept shouting in a loude voice: "FEVERSHAM! FEVERSHAM!" as if he were some vengeful yet farcical ghost.) The incident hath spurr'd me to include, somewhere, such a group performing with all the soul and wyt of a group of carpenters prating in York one of the mystery playes. Let the publike see what a true play-wright can craft compared to the travesties of some pooby fools' Pyramus and Thisbie! Or even an Oxford, hmm?
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
This I do for thee, groundlings
Hallow's Eve Contest!
Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes. Or, mayhap Will thinks on that crusty batch of nature Ben Jonson. Both make the heart to quiver.
We hath two more Zombieshakespeare posters to givest to thee! For this game, email the correct number of spirits that do haunt Richard III on Bosworth Field. EMAIL your answer to dr.faustus@dulcevenenum.com. (Prithee, do not post the answer here). Will shall pluck out two champions from the correct responses on Hallow's Eve!
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
'Tis pity she's a whore
Monday, October 17, 2011
Ingredients for Comedy
Last night, whilst I was drinking sack, I didst have a vision for my first play. As I drank more, I shaped mine vision. I shall have two set of twins who knows't not of the existence of the other! What confusion shall ensue! What ribaldry! This comedy shall be all the talk of London. Mark me.
(I shall have to work on mine MS Paint Skills.)
(I shall have to work on mine MS Paint Skills.)
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Mine next project
Today, I didst let my mind wander whilst I thought of what comedy I shouldst next scribe. As I twirled my quill and looked out on upon the light, I took me back to my youth, when my mind wandered at the King's New School in my belovéd Stratford. One April morn, Will couldst not ignore the call of the warm sunshine, so I braved the schoolmaster's whip, hied me from the school, and ran to the near...by forest.
No sooner had poor Will thrown himself under the shade of the arbor when I didst hear a tiny "Eeek!" I leaped me up and inspected the earth. My heart trembled to find that I hadst smooshéd a fairy! Before I could even utter a cry of grief, a swarm of the poor creature’s brethren were upon me, their wings beating with such ferocity that I couldst hear them break the stillness of the woods.
Will was not so portly then; my legs were young and strong. I ran me directly to the church and confessed to the prior there. He dragged me back to the schoolroom, where I received lashes from the Master, ten for leaving, ten for lying about the angry fairies.
And alas, my mother didst box mine ears for the curious rose stain that she never managed to remove from my shift.
No sooner had poor Will thrown himself under the shade of the arbor when I didst hear a tiny "Eeek!" I leaped me up and inspected the earth. My heart trembled to find that I hadst smooshéd a fairy! Before I could even utter a cry of grief, a swarm of the poor creature’s brethren were upon me, their wings beating with such ferocity that I couldst hear them break the stillness of the woods.
Will was not so portly then; my legs were young and strong. I ran me directly to the church and confessed to the prior there. He dragged me back to the schoolroom, where I received lashes from the Master, ten for leaving, ten for lying about the angry fairies.
And alas, my mother didst box mine ears for the curious rose stain that she never managed to remove from my shift.
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