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Alas! My muse has departed |
[Grayman] |
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But that won't make me downhearted |
[Beefy] |
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Especially now that I've started |
[Francine] |
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To find some odd inspiration |
[Will_H] |
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I'll come up with something, I'm certain |
[Beefy] |
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To challenge Olivier or Burton |
[Grayman] |
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To the edge of the thespian curtain |
[Helen Owly] |
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I'll really create a sensation!
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[Francine]
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Hooray! I've thought of a line |
[Beefy] |
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However, it's not one of mine |
[Francine] |
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It comes from Act IV, Scene IX |
[Grayman] |
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And deserves to be frequently quoted |
[Beefy] |
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While wearing a codpiece and doublet |
[Francine] |
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It shows off the Bard's ready wit |
[Beefy] |
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The Montagues loudly have sublet |
[Helen Owly] |
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Their castle, (it's spacious and moated)
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[Francine]
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Yippee! My pen let them live |
[Helen Owly] |
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Though my memory's more like a sieve |
[Beefy] |
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So a splutter you'll surely forgive |
[Kansas Sam] |
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If I misquote The Bard in some vein |
[Grayman] |
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Or I claim that his line first was mine |
[Helen Owly] |
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That's the last line of Act IV, Scene IX |
[Grayman] |
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So forgive, if I henceforth repine |
[Helen Owly] |
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For yet may England curse this wretched rain |
[Grayman] |