Alice vs. Poe
"The time has come," The Walrus said, "to speak of many things. Of shoes, and ships, and sealing wax, of cabbages and kings. Of why the sea is boiling hot, and whether pigs have wings." (From Alice's Adventures, I forget which one.)
Ah, the things floating around in my head...How about this one?
'Tis thus when the lovely summer Sun
Of our boyhood his course hath run,
For all we live to know is known,
And all we seek to keep hath flown.(Edgar Allan Poe)
I'm doing this from memory, and I'm quite certain that I've absolutely corrupted the punctuation, but that's how they would sound if I read them aloud.
Fool: Will you make me believe that I am not sent for you?
Sebastian:Go to, go to. Thou art a foolish fellow. Let me be clear of thee.
Fool:Well held out, i' faith. No, I do not know you, nor I am not sent to you by my lady, to bid you come speak with her, nor your name is not Master Cesario, nor this is not my nose, neither. Nothing that is so is so.
Sebastian:I prithee vent thy folly somewhere else. I knowst not you.
Fool: Vent my folly? He has heard that word of some great man, and now applies it to a fool. Vent my folly? I prithee, now, ungird thy strangeness, and tell me what I shall vent to my lady. Shall I vent to her that thou art coming?
Sebastian:I prithee, foolish greek, depart from me. There is money for thee, and if you tarry longer, I shall give worse payment.
Fool:By my troth, thou hast an open hand. These wise men who give fools money get themselves a good report, after fourteen years' purchase.(Shakespeare's Twelfth Night)
And that is quite enough reciting for one day.
Ah, the things floating around in my head...How about this one?
'Tis thus when the lovely summer Sun
Of our boyhood his course hath run,
For all we live to know is known,
And all we seek to keep hath flown.(Edgar Allan Poe)
I'm doing this from memory, and I'm quite certain that I've absolutely corrupted the punctuation, but that's how they would sound if I read them aloud.
Fool: Will you make me believe that I am not sent for you?
Sebastian:Go to, go to. Thou art a foolish fellow. Let me be clear of thee.
Fool:Well held out, i' faith. No, I do not know you, nor I am not sent to you by my lady, to bid you come speak with her, nor your name is not Master Cesario, nor this is not my nose, neither. Nothing that is so is so.
Sebastian:I prithee vent thy folly somewhere else. I knowst not you.
Fool: Vent my folly? He has heard that word of some great man, and now applies it to a fool. Vent my folly? I prithee, now, ungird thy strangeness, and tell me what I shall vent to my lady. Shall I vent to her that thou art coming?
Sebastian:I prithee, foolish greek, depart from me. There is money for thee, and if you tarry longer, I shall give worse payment.
Fool:By my troth, thou hast an open hand. These wise men who give fools money get themselves a good report, after fourteen years' purchase.(Shakespeare's Twelfth Night)
And that is quite enough reciting for one day.