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[thanitohercules]

*jumps up on a table* Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears! I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him

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[capital_r]

*remarks to apparently thin air* I'll board him presently. O, give me leave! How does my good Lord Hamlet?

[thanitohercules]

Lord Hamlet? *looks to his left, his right, then behind him* A most excellent scoundrel! See you him? Why, that I might... *balls fist*

But no matter...

*falls to R's feet and looks up at him* Well, God-a-mercy.

[capital_r]

*bemused grin* Do you know me, my lord? *offers a hand to help him up*

[thanitohercules]

*takes the hand and kisses it* Excellent well!

You *points up at him* are a fishmonger.

[capital_r]

*laughs and pulls him up, shaking head* Nay, not I, my lord.

[thanitohercules]

*wipes hands on R's shirt and then turns away* Then I would you were so honest a man. *dances a little jog*

[capital_r]

*inspects his shirt, grinning* Honest, my lord? *would join in the jig, but he's laughing too hard*

[thanitohercules]

Ay, sir! *grins*

To be honest, as this world goes, is to be *holds out a hand, inviting R to dance* one man picked out of ten thousand.

[capital_r]

*takes hand and bows* That's very true, my lord. *jigs!*

Typist: ZOMG. *dies laughing*

[thanitohercules]

*out of breath* For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog, being a god kissing carrion--

*stops dancing and grabs R's arms* Have you a daughter?

[capital_r]

*also out of breath, stares at him quite seriously* I have, my lord.