This time it's Shakespeare's turn...

[azalaea]

KING WINCHESTER

By William Shakespeare.

Act 1, Scene 1.

John:                                                   Tell me, my children,

Which of you shall we say doth love us most?

That we our largest bounty may extend

Where nature doth with merit challenge.

Comments

[lyonie17]

This...

um. Perfect, really.

*waves weakly*

So, I'm currently playing the Fool in a college production of Lear, and... I'd just like to say that all hysterical fits of laughter mid-rehearsal will be laid squarely at your door.

I was going to quote some of my favorite lines, but it would be everything, I think.

Thank you!

[azalaea]

No, thank YOU! *Waves back, gives you iron tablets that you may wave with greater force*

I'm jealous of you getting to play the Fool.

[lyonie17]

*cough*

[blackcat333_99]

Dude - you're killing me with these. Hee!

[azalaea]

Thank you! And oh dear! Better summon a Reaper to restore you.

[corvus_imbrifer]

Yonder lies the door. Away! Begone!

And let that door strike thee not upon that firm and bumptious ass!

Huzzah! *is huzzahing*

[azalaea]

I hoped you'd like it, Karasu.

Bumptious? You choose the strangest epithets when it comes to arses.

[ex_eurydice1741]

This sent me into convulsions. Twice. If it were legal, I would marry this fic and have its babies.

Wherefore knock’st thou thy head against the wall?

. . . just about KILLED me

[azalaea]

Oh, thanks!

It probably is legal in Holland or somewhere, you have my blessing, hope you two can make a go of it.

[azalaea]

Thanks for reading. I don't know, though, all fandoms are pretty weird when you look at them.