Sonnet 004

[failingmercury]

[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

Comments

[goinglightly]

...Someone had too much.

[failingmercury]

Too much? Or not enough?

I fear, I fear!

[citheronia]

A plague on houses? Plagues do not hurt houses, they hurt people!

[failingmercury]

Aye, but people art houses!

[citheronia]

What?

[failingmercury]

People! They art th'houses and the houses art the people!

[doctoronboard]

I, uh...

I'm not sure I can give you something stronger.

[failingmercury]

The voices, they speak and speak, sir physic!

[doctoronboard]

Something more powerful could be dangerous.

[failingmercury]

Power art danger, sir, art fear and loathing, mise en guard!