[The 'Gear comes on to capture France, a bouquet of red roses in one arm and his other hand extended in a flourishing motion towards Envy, who is seated at a table in a restaurant in Goldenrod. France clears his throat, takes a deep breath, and launches into -]Before you, I stand
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And then laugh. Lots of laughing.
He might actually suffocate himself.]
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O-oh my... I can't... you wrote this?
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Of course. I always make the effort to put my heart into words for my lovers.
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Why don't you just ask them for a quick shag. It would be less lurid than this.
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Such bluntness is definitely not romantic.
[Devious grin.]
Besides, it's only lurid if you choose to interpret it that way.
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I would have you within me...
Right, not sexual at all there. How could I ever have been so mistaken.
[Sarcasm engaged.]
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Oh, England! And you call yourself a gentleman?
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I was just repeating what you recited. I can't help it if you insist on quoting perverted poetry in public.
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There is absolutely nothing perverted about my poetry. It expresses only what my heart desires, beautifully and honestly.
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You never will be able to understand true beauty.
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Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.
[England will just smirk.]
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Oh, Romeo and Juliette. A lovely romp of doomed teenage love. You always did love a good tragedy; it most accurately reflects your own love life.
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You're missing the point and you're doing it deliberately. Shakespeare is beautiful and he's mine and Shakespeare beats everything.
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Shakespeare is beautiful, I'll give you that. But it is just a little bit sad that you have to pull your trump card so early on.
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