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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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[tyriangalley]

I thought he was only mad north by northwest. When the wind is southerly, shouldn't he be able to tell a hawk from a handsaw?

[thanitohercules]

*odd look* Mad? Why, dear lady, I am not mad.

Hawks, handsaws, ravens, writing desks-- what have they to do with me?

[tyriangalley]

Ah! Maybe you can tell me. Why is a raven like a writing desk anyways?

Oh. And is Denmark very pretty?

[fish_bananas]

Because the notes for which they are noted are not noted for being musical notes. (Puzzle maven Sam Loyd, 1914

[pipe_player]

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......*clings to Rosencrantz* (*but will never admit it*)

[permanent_blur]

*desperately in denial* everything's fine, everything's fine! all's well that ends well, absence makes the heart grow and the mind go, no point in looking at a gift horse till you see the whites of its eyes! et cetera! it's all going to turn out all right!

... *meekly* neither of us are roman, are we?

[pipe_player]

You don't have to be Roman to be at a Roman feast, I think, because how could you tell? About the nightingales, I mean, and their Roman -- or perhaps not Roman -- tongues. You could ask it to conjugate verbs, perhaps, before you cut it off. Romanes eunt domus, it might say, and then you'd set it free -- fly away, little nightingale, you're not fit for a Roman feast! -- Or rather, you might just as well cut it off -- and feed it to the worthy Romans. I don't know, I'm not a Roman, we're not Romans...

...Horatio?

[permanent_blur]

more of an antique roman than a dane, at any rate. or a nightingale roman -- at any rate -- or a swedish duck, in a spanish inquisition. for the winter.

*breaks out* if we were all going to come to the community afflicted today, i feel i ought to have gotten a notice!

[permanent_blur]

good my lord! ^_^

... good my lord? o.o

*offers an adorable little snowman, with a tiny black scarf to show it's melancholy*

[thanitohercules]

*hugs Rosencrantz and kisses his cheek* Nay, good my, Lord!

Oh, but how might I dare be so familiar! *stately bow* I, your humble servant, good sir, good master, greet you. Has it been long, master? Ay, but I've been in the ground-- that is, to say, upon the ground, in travel here.

*takes the snowman* A gift? A gift! For the most undeserving!

[permanent_blur]

no, my lord, thou'rt -- that is to say, you are -- that is to say -- that is --

then are our bodies beggars, and the beggars' shadows lords and monarchs! i am as your shadow, lord. *pitiful* i have missed thee. missed you. that is ...

[thanitohercules]

Nay, nay, I am but a pauper, sir. Look! I fall to your feet, my Lord, and ask for your blessings-- bless me, sir, for I am in darkness and you are too much in the sun.

And I have missed you! Call for me when it does please you, Lord, for I serve-- ay, I serve well.

[thanitohercules]

*bounds up to 'Rac and kisses him*

*pulls back and grins fondly* Go, go, you question with a wicked tongue. *wraps an arm around him*

[thanitohercules]

*cough*HowelsewouldIknowhertonguewaswicked?*cough*

*leans forehead against 'Rac's* What's the matter now?

[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.