Sonnet 004
[Mercutio is clearly drunk as Hell, and there are a few false starts before he rambles off his sonnet.]
A foolish man once woke upon
An ocean wide and vast
He saw with blindness and didst wrong
To kindness shown him last.
Wherefore hast he not courtesy
That those from whence he came did blaze
Wherefore art he an abductee
Who treats with harshness those who'd praise.
He wanders to and fro within
This world and next and tempers foul
Though cruel Fortuna's wheel doth spin
He ought not pay kindness with a scowl.
A dreamer dreams things Maab doth weave,
I prithee pardon, by thy leave.
[The sound of waves lapping against the hull. It seems Merc is out of doors, under the night sky. What fun! He howls like a wolf, then vomits over the side. Seems he's had a bit too much to drink!]
An... a... plague. Upon. All the houses. The night is young, Romeo! Where art thou! Benvolio! My heart aches at thine absence! Thy japes... thy... good... humours... didst protect me from the voices...
Physic! Thy medicines--art strong but--not strong enough I fear! I can feel the silver wind blowing, blowing!
[There he goes vomiting again. This is why you don't chug liquor, people.]
.. be that a Heron?
The connection cuts out.,]