Play: "All Right, Thats The End of the Sun" 
Act I; Scene 1, 'Discource At the Naughty Fountain'
enter Mrs. C; Brett; Jonathan; Hannah; Pool Boy

Mrs. C: "In delivering my son, I buried a second husband." 

Brett: "And I'm going, madame, crying away my death dew. Again, it is necessary to attend the command of his majesty whenever I am in the ward. I still have to go to bed." 

Jonathan: "And you have found the man a mage; Both Master, a patron: He knows that at least it is sometimes. Well, you need to keep your daddy there. Value would stir it if desired. I miss it whatever it is." 

Mrs. C: "What hope is there for your majesty?" 

Jonathan: "He left. The other physicians get under his skin. His practice he has persevered over time. It finds no other advantage in the trial, thus leaving blue failure to hope."

Mrs. C: "This young gentleman has a father! Ha! We have a truer generation! The skill of both guns, almost as big as his cross; have it stretched out far and this would have made NATO a reality. So spy Fu's job. Would you please? This is the best way to do this." 

Jonathan: "How do you call the man you talk about, Mama?" 

Mrs. C: "He is a master, in his profession and it was his gray tits to be." 

Jonathan: "He was an excellent tac, Madame: the mole she recently spoke of both admiringly and sadly, was a talented genu to know yet neither can he stand up kail mortally."

Brett: "What is it, ma'am, Lord, the mole whispered to you?" 

Jonathan: "A captain."

Mrs. C: "I don't hear it, freak." 

Brett: "I wouldn't have been notorious. Is this gentleman's daughter Jenna de Marbo?" 

Jonathan: "His son, my son, my Lord, and the offender overlooker. I've been hoping for a guess. You forsook faith; disposing the earlier celebrity gifts. An impure mind carrying virtuoso qualities, commands go to shame; they are melons. You also find them simple; She derived her honor and accomplishment in the Geski district." 

Brett: "Dye commands, Mama, get you both tears." 

Mrs. C.:"'tis the best brine and a maid can time both. Never mind the approach of my father. He has the tyranny of both men and women living from both cheeks. Walk two, not two; In order, for there to be both effects a count." 

Brett: "Meat Lamentatio is the fun stuff. It is, is it? We excessively grieve the dust of life..." 

Mrs. C.: "If they do, they will find grief, excess money makes it a great star." 

Brett: "Madam, I desire your holy spirit." 

Mrs C.: "You are blessed, damn well-tempered, and successful in your heart. In manners, both of you go! Your blood is blooming! I'd ta impersonate ya and ya goodness! Share it with thin Bertrey! All in all, trust a bite. Use power and keep yourself free. Under your life, this chick is silent. I never tax it red. Woe to heaven, if I can't deliver on my prayer plugs. Farewell to your head, man. Teasy an' uneasy' courtier, Okay man?" 

Jonathan: "He may be the best in the world. What we love to be." 

Hannah: "Oh, come on! I think of my Father; And great tears of grace are reminders like those I leave behind. Who? I forgot both: May be it carries the price of a barrel. I pray: there is no living, well, if the birthright you 'ave. 'Ta. That I should love a special foal; to think of marrying it, it is above all. It has a brilliant caldera light; must be but his reed, not his coo. The ambition in my love is plagiarism: that hind that would be masticated by the les. Die kindly, you les! TV, though scourge, to every hour, sit and see. They arched the brows, they haunted the eye, they strain, both of us have their hearts; harder, too, gentle. From each line and trick by Fu, 'tis sweet to dare. But he is not, and my idolatrous fantasies, they must be folly."

Hannah thinks to herself: "One who is with him: I love him for his money; and yet he is a notorious lie. Thought him a gray vein, only a cove; but the Fake Evil is so fit. When they take their place, when the steal of tightness comes into play, ye know, the 'ka wind: meta, fu of see see. Calm wisdom is on the fly." 

Hannah: "There are traces of salvation in it. Ask Q. Man is an enemy to the world. Like, can we counterbalance and do a phone hack?" 

Pool Boy: "Stop it all?" 

Hannah: "But Ho Hawk; the defense still applies: to roll us around; stay opposed to the salt." 

Pool Boy: "Geez, Louise, sit down before you go" 

[Hannah sits] 
Hannah: "Our Eye, 'tis a disgusting guy underwater. Come on! Is there no military polity? Women should hit hell?" 

Pool Boy: "Virgins being blown down, man will wiggle. Get up: weddings, and bloody tears, misery. Then you break down and lose your throne. The Eye has a politician in the Commonwealth of Nations; to preserve the virus. Loyalty is raging and slogan chants swaying still, "And thou shalt increase thy head, and thy servant Gibeah!" The Virgin is a terrible mistake. He was made for himself; metal to ma young girls. Once upon a time by mistake, in the time of consuming; A generation was held: El Failure. 'Tis to cold an escort; Off effort!" 

Hannah: "How can one do that to one's mind?" 

Pool Boy: "'Tis a commodity that loses gloss. Lying down; more, the less worth it. Here is a place; Fu's bed. Reality, though, all the way around. Fu Shiny: perfect Sutta, but unsuccessful, punk. As the bro to the tooth-hoof, I wanna wear it. DIY data is better in DIY pie and so on. Cash on both sides and you're worldly. Your old childhood is like one of our special programs; poorly corrupted peas. The Groom's a sick man. Tease a pity and free a good baby; yet tease a deadly breast, shall it ever be?"

Hannah: "How might one do, sir, to lose it to her own liking?" 

Pool Boy: "I have visions: to marry, and to, to love and to be love. It's a wild bush. The longer the time, the less equal it is. This is no longer possible; answer the time spent. He hangs up, about half a beard, wearing a hat; Q Fashion: Appropriate to do, but to cells. Like the lubricant and the toothpaste of Libya. Oh. Your date is in the cake. Ma Bell and her daughter, your old stamp, you joined it. It was sandy, it was a sewer; Underneath. It's a sign off! It was a good past; To start, that is the opposite: will you have a solution?" 

Hannah: "We have not yet realized that it's your Lado! A thousand loved. A hundred and a friend, the Sand, Captain Woo, a god, an idol *ahem* You're a traitor, a traitor and a liar. The humble desire, the great humility, his dissonant concourse, and the sock. His faith, his dead grief; the burden. Christendom's beautiful, moving. It flickers a roasted copido. - Now? I'm not Yod. God of that Heat! Law is a place of study, and a brother." 

Pool Boy: "My faith is the traitor, the liar." 

Hannah: "That's what I'm thinkin'" 

Pool Boy: "Pity!" 

Hannah: "It's a wish that no one's in; fire may be a morgue; Who are the despicable stars to do to us? The impact of this sign on our members shows that we alone must whisper, even fire returns to us." 

Page: "Yo, pool cleaner. You're wanted on the phone." 

Pool Boy: "Laterz, Han, it might be that chick I gave my number to last weekend." 

Hannah: "Eh, you're a good kid (kinda hot..rrrrrraarrr..)" 

Pool Boy: "Some people mistake me for Mars, back when he was a Big Playa'. I'm doing menial labor to stay under the radar." 

Hannah: "When he was retrograde <snigger>" 

ENDING SCENE I; BEGINNING SCENE II, 'Who forgot to use their Deoderant?'
enter Sir Highness the Majestic One; Guy Bettersby; LittleTeddy; Brett 

Sir Highness the Majestic One: "If the CEO of  Plantation Shanana could only see me now; back in the salt."
 
Guy Bettersby: "I'm happy to see you, Sir." 

Sir Highness the Majestic One: "Shut up. This is my mother's best; We are Kaib. It is certain that he remains with his cousins of Austria. It is also utterly certain that the florant will leave a signal. Get quick termination; a dear friend doth hate. Fog is in business and afraid. We must make everything come true." 

Guy Bettersby: "His love and wisdom,happiness so to your majesty; our moth takes flight.To greater reliability!" 
[lifts invisible goblett]
 
Sir Highness the Majestic One: "Ho! hoisted a reply! Jernza was rejected before: however, this gentleman is afraid to see him. Tuscan service, free of charge (and on to the second page..)" 

Little Teddy: "They can be thin too. A nursing home for our gentleman who is a crane. For breathing and gore."
 
Sir Highness the Majestic One: "Oh. Here comes trouble." 
[rolls eyes] 

enter Brett; Jonathan; Pool Boy 

Guy Betterby: "Your Highness, Brett's here. Look. He hasn't changed a bit." 

Sir Highness the Majestic One: "Youth, you care for your pet. Nature, rather chances are haste; he wrote it well. Your moral tile is polished. May both ye be exalted! One week at Sunrise Holidays on me."

Brett: "Locked and loaded, your Majesty." 

Sir Highness the Majestic One: "Now the Dives Corp., product painful hands. At first they tried our female soldiers, and they did seem to smell nicer. Into the poetry of time goes the courageous man: Oh! But both of us have shown the guts wearing them on the outside (not pretty, folks). It's a lot of signal correction bearing down on my good father. In the legations, he had the right to look where our humble masters once stood; But they might hang until their wasted vision of it changes. They can hide their dignity in their midst; so half-heartedly, contempt or bitter; constituted; But,his well aged respect equalling his leather. Watching himself, halting the killing of targeted truth. Exceeded an offer to pay, due to this for the following reasons. Following? Good. As follows, use of line reinforcement bending the top one to its lower ranks, who are proud of his humility. In their poor praises he is tasteless. Such a black eye can be seen on young people; and that, after all, will be demonstrated now." 

Brett: "His good demon, sir. Lies reach out to his thoughts as to his body; So, in appropos there is no yin episode as in the Royal Red." 

Sir Highness the Majestic One: "Would I be effortless! Call me stone.  Methods are used to make the word worthy; scattered or eared, but inserted skillfully. To grow dear and to leave; this is a good melancholy. On matters of catastrophe and python reception as when it was, "Let me let you down". From sordid tongue flame, oh, to his voice. Of young oysters, woes echo sensation. All but new things do; For example, clothing; Oh, please. Leave behind their fashion wilderness. I still do it to him again and again, filling his train with wax or honey cane. I quickly saw the zeal of my eye, neck and neck with my ear." 

Little Teddy: "Love has set its sights on you, Sir. I see a generocity flow in the cards." 

Sir Highness the Majestic One: "Astute, ma boy. My square peg does, indeed, occupy a square hole." 

Brett: "Pishaw!" 
[blushes] 

Sir Highness the Majestic One: "Your Father's physician with the staccato stutter, how long since his passing?" 

Brett: "His carcass, mince pie for the earth bugs, 40 weeks, I calculate Sir."

Guy Bettersby: [sniffs at the air] "Who forgot to use their deoderant? I will blast the skunk if my nose wrinkle sets as the wet cement." 
[glares with mild mennace at his company in sequential order: most-to-least groomed-looking] 

[All accused play the "Ignore Guy" card and laugh a moment at the divine synchronicity] 

END SCENE II; BEGIN SCENE III, 'Rock Rolled Our Blues Away'
enter Hannah; Clyde, the Sliding Door Man;  Bozo Squeeze 

Hannah. "She's a rude bitch, am I right?" 

Clyde: "Madam, that what is under your care, your portal to malcontent, both. Please note that she will be in the calendar beforehand. Then we've wound together our modesty and power. Foul, that kitty cad-me had-me; Gehenna deserves her. Vouchsafe she stays under the watchful eye of Fu." 

Hannah: "What does this mean; Jedi Cyrus? I have heard the complaints. I have heard them from you. Tease my slowness without revealing you notice my slow nature. Save my face like you would your beloved kin. You don't want to be meaty around a phoenix. I insist you get to that kind of thing." 

Bozo Squeeze: "I'm more poor than that served, coffee-pot-to-coffee-cup, by amphetamine-rich careless diner waitress, Madame." 

Hannah: "And your point?" 

Bozo Squeeze: "Nine, Madame, 'tis not so good that I'm poor, duh! Excuse my recognition of cuntery; all of you are rich, putting on the most egregious displays of your iThis and your iThat-Toos; and me? A third generation piss pot to relieve me poor bloated bladder. Yay?" 

Hannah: "You intend with full use of your God-given agency to play the scrub in the passenger seat of your most loyal companion's ride until all milk cows have entered their particular Heaven? Or am I weak in understanding this day before the 'morrow? Speak up or you get spanked with my quivering left eye. And stop slouching." 

Bozo Squeeze: "You wouldn't happen to have $10 on you, Madame? I'll give you $11 on payday, pinkie swear." 

Hannah: "Very well, here's $5"
[gives him the infamous 'Mrs. C.-cold-stare-stare-down'] 
"Ah! Don't! Don't even, you clown with ungrateful airs." 

Bozo Squeeze: "Me? No madame, you are the Emperess of Empathy and I eagerly bow my knee if I can roll up this baggy pant-leg far enough." 
[grunts] 

Hannah: 
[walks to the nearby entertainment centre where all her vinyl records are kept]. 
"Now begone and stay gone with that woe-spilling. You needs be honoring your word given a fortnight, under the quarter moon. You will give your lady a dance. What shall it be then? 'Exile on Mainstreet' or 'Goat's Head Soup'?" 

Bozo Squeeze: "You have 'Beggar's Banquet'? As a genuine offspring of Adam,  I am litle creature of love, and I love flesh and blood; Oh, I do, that is." 

Hannah: "Heed me, rascal. Legitimate union will keep your willy out of Jezebel. Navigate with the holy sciences this earthly treachery." 

Bozo Squeeze: "Friendless as I am, a wife would give me a friend, even if it be a lone friend with control issues. Street Fighting Man! Turn this one up if you have it in your will to place me in delicious musical stupor, m'lady." 

Hannah: "Neighbors be damned, bring the noise! Ha ha!" 

END SCENE III; BEGIN SCENE IV, ''Clean Up on the Aisle of Aisles'
enters Mrs. C; Penelope 

Penelope: "Tell me your day's itinerary?"
 
Mrs. C: "Oh, the usual affair. First mother you and then the unavoidable second; smother the breath right from you, dearest." 

Penelope: [beaming smile] 
"I'd like that printed on a t-shirt. If I perish by your violent pillow weilding, it couldn't but aid the constable's way out of certain confusion. Ah! but you haven't raised fear; only cherished amusement. If I see a winding snake hovering on lowest tree bough, I mutter. Hey, huh? I'm made of rare and refined courage; more than any thinks would figure natural. My more easily shaken peers can only have fill of envy as this little brave-heart babe enters their worlds. Even an uglier hue; the mean, jealous envy makes play-for keeps at their vulnerable constitutions.  My frequent seepion propagates to nature. You have known. Remember our last play at fighting; you didn't even hit me on the muddy pussy and I dared and dared you! Just a muddy finger to my young, breast and still I made smile, burning almost-mama's cheeks right and proper. Without my almost-mother? What the hell is that? Be ever near and ready to kick my cheeky ass. That is a grand life!" 

Mrs. C: "Yeah, hey, yeah, be it. God shield her mages! I thought right of your spirit. So stretch your pile. How wide? Your homework is not mine to labor. My convictions had not yet wrestled with your fundamentals: now I see. The luna of your loneliness is my guarantee for long acquaintance. I was reared to disguise manifold things: grow all their eyes while mine crouches; successful camoflauge. The proclamation of the Jewish people is a most odd notion to bring up just now, but your sanity isn't under threat of my matron chaos. I say nothing further. If a promise isn't obtainable, promise do not: Then tell me true. But tell me this, 'tis so; a quick chi check can only make nice. Take it, one to another; The Eye; see it very clearly shown. In their kind they speak only sin and hellish obstinacy. That truth should be fixed, arguing this point, spiritual treason. You have wounded well; if there is no daring, ailing hope. As the heavens will work in me, tell me exactly." 

Penelope: "Smoke a doob first?" 

[While searching for rolling papers..] 
Mrs. C asks: "Do you love my son?" 

Penelope: "I couldn't help but notice his package could secure a King's ransom." 

Mrs. C: "You don't love him?" 

Penelope: "Don't go on about my dear lover. Where the world takes notice: Came Coming, Release; repeat after adequate respite. The state of my affection isn't in question. Take note of my countenance in his presence; questions will cease having reason to be." 

Mrs. C: "Whatevs. On my knees, before being high, An you, after. My joy is merely honest; so far. It is not for a leader of both men and women but by the sign of Fu; I know him well, even to his profit; no more knowing what the desert is like. I know I love as those who love in a vain vein, I can't hope. Still in this captivating and intensive zip. I'm ready to be poured; me into the waters of mine. Fun will be too late for the unattentive. Religion is an ad and I'm all out of the energy to shop. The sun has yet to know me; fuck me sideways! Let hatred happen with love; and find knack for finding places to do it. Old honor is a virtual youth; keep everything in true flame fu likeness. If you are planning to do this, remind oneself of the silence deception; that silence is faux luxury. Oh, oh, yeah, silence. Bah! The state of whichever state could suck necessarily sucks more in silence. Let them go where they please; that is not looking for you to seek impossibility; riot-like life is so bad! Is that bad?" 

Penelope: "Has a travel bug burrowed its way into your temple?" 

Mrs. C: "Yes, it finds a home in me." 

Penelope: "Does it reveal a destination?" 

Mrs. C: "I have said; generating my fate hasn't completed. You know my hard drive. Have you noticed; it is rare and proven that when understood plainly, the experience comes true.  For general surrender; and I mean to, I have my head full of reserves; like notes whose function is included. I must never faili to mention the noteworthy: the brain. There is a ghoul, apparently, no pun intended; to heal the desperate long-haired whos. The corpse is a riddled betrayal." 

Penelope: "Your motive tells on you."
 
Mrs. C: "My son, your object of eroticism, has reminded me of the fares and the media's take on it. He spoke about my thoughts. You already have the demo." 

Penelope: "But you think, Mum, if you should keep your mind, will you do it? Some are having ages questioned. Is this one or that one a minor? He is unsure that they are not.They aren't ones to offer help. Lazy little virgins, possibly, uh. Challenge for the doctor." 

Mrs. C: "It is more like my father's case, woe is me. Of his vocation, that of his life; let it avoid sanctification. By the obeisance of the enemy in him: unspeakable shame. But give me leave to try to succeed; the ill-fated life of mine on the cave of his grace. Generation of such a day and age, depart." 
Penelope: "I'm afraid to believe it, Mum." 

Mrs. C: "To know and care less is the correct radius for this circle." 

Penelope: "While, m'lady, you've been looking for me, school heads and ministers have turned my lawn gray. To the yard: I've stayed there and pray God's blessing in the following: eight mornings; how they look, which I can help with God's help."
 
Mrs. C: "My straight-laced faith is now the land of knots."
 
Penelope: "I know this and have neither impetus nor desire for disaproving. Your wanna-be blood relative; my brave little self, walks confidently in the faith of your keen discerning." 
[kisses Mrs. C on her cheek] 

END ACT I, SCENE IV; BEGIN ACT II, 'Ploy of the Ant Discovered'
enter Sir Highness the Majestic One; Guy Bettersby; Little Teddy; Brett 

Sir Highness the Majestic One: "Yeshua, young eagle; the warlike principles; and You, your Masters, separate: share with you advice; If Jews win, all. Stretch yourself as if received, and enough for both." 

Guy Bettersby: "'Our reception, land. Still, this year's loan was coming. Search your site." 

Sir Highness the Majestic One: "Yin, yin, it can't be yin; And inside the heart, if he confesses he owes the malady. This is my concern. Yeshua, young eagle; if I die or die, be the children. From above: allows you to higher - Those bites that inherit but the fall; from Monarchy - that Iron Man. Nay, suspect, but to hate it. If you want shanks, find what you're looking for; that when you weep loudly, I say, farewell and don't let the door hit you on the ass on the way out." 

Little Teddy: "You just make me want to serve and stuff!" 

Sir Highness the Majestic One: "Girls in the game, whom you do: the United States misses its language. You are there and being captured. Whore Liberty wants to serve her." 

Guy Bettersby: "Warning received, your Majesty." 

Sir Highness the Majestic One: "See you on the flip side, gentlemen. I have shit to do." 
[leaves] 

Little Teddy: "I think he has our back; at least, I think he must do." 

Brett: "I was in Poland holding a reel. 'Unfavorable,' he says, 'he is still year' and 'too early.'  I'm here to smack the orehorse. Creating a Yin baroque on the clear masonry. Sometimes honor should be sold and you should be honored. Yea dance mad, but Him I have to answer." 

Guy Bettersby: "You speak of the honorable thief." 

Little Teddy: "I'm your third wheel. You mad, bro?" 

Brett: "Life is like a shut the fuck up, Teddy." 

Little Teddy: 
[makes a startled leap and looks at Guy]
 "Yep, he's mad." 

Guy Bettersby: "All heroes, Yin and you are inside. Get out of the box or take a thumb up the orifice. Within the spider's spin, find one Captain Turin; Iike Cycatras, an emblem of war. On his evil back lays your sword.  Eyes, the sea, I live; and observe this." 

enters Sir Highness the Majestic One 

Little Teddy: "Your Majesty returns and relieves us of accute separation anxiety!" 

Brett: "Our Majesty. Let us give him an heinous remembrance. Idle ear; get rid of this. Eel is cold as an Eddie: to be more aggressive too. Yeah, chase us inside our capes. Eight, there is a true yin, so, speak, and below the influence of the most received stars below; Though the devil hurts the ox, so are they inflicted. Yin went: oh, yes, and took a more diligent draft. I will also." 

Guy Bettersby: "Fit; And like wanting to prove most of the men's sword. None with the gay jokes if thou wishes to be less tiresome." 

enter Jonathan 

Jonathan: "Your Majesty, gentleman, excuse my arrogant notion that my company be desired. It most likely is, who am I kidding?" 

Sir Highness the Majestic One: "Stop slouching." 

Jonathan: "Whenever a man slouches, he has taken preference to the curve over the straight line. I will obey you, my lord, to rebel, and one at my doorstep will come to you." 

Sir Highness the Majestic One: "I would honor you; So I broke your path. Ask for mercy. I shall tease you with the possibility of granting such." 

Jonathan: "Faithfulness, crossing: but, my Lord so so; will you be able to enjoy yourself?" 

Sir Highness the Majestic One: "No." 

Jonathan: "Not enjoying the popcorn, my Royal Fox? They reach out to their Royal Fox on the right kind of drugs; utter fire and motion. The shark was O King Solomon's solution, however. You have a big handmade pen in hand, and to write for a lifetime." 

Sir Highness the Majestic One: "I think I need to get laid." 

Jonathan: "Why, OK she: yeah, sir, one came. If you will see her: now, your faith is honorable. If you can convey my thoughts, you will blush all with your ribald tongue. I can, for a short span, lend you my Barry White album. You scratch it, you buy it. Wisdom, fun, constancy, even more so, the finishing touch. Pimpin' for my Man, that's the Royal Plan. The ethnic laugh at me; I avoid such." 

Sir Highness the Majestic One: "Now, okay, roundly heaped in admiration. Even so, my wounds are coming; generation for the Genum." 

Jonathan: "I'm sorry, and not all."
 
Sir Highness the Majestic One: "Is that rumor one of accuracy? She tears ornate prills? Needn't reply, 'tis better not to know." 

enters Celynna 

Jonathan: "Ye, O my God: this is his Majesty, miss. Say to me a word: You look as a garden in the heights after a thorough weeding. Not too inferior for the Majesty's coupling. I dare leave two together; Look at her well, your Royal Highness." 

Sir Highness the Majestic One: "At present, becoming one, does your husband follow us?" 

Celynna: "Not kept. I'll divulge this relation. Adam and Eve are my parents. If not professional, well-established, you understand, Sir" 

Sir Highness the Majestic One: "Ease of mind attends me." 

Celynna: "My receivers begin anxious and find the next room the womb of comfort." 

Sir Highness the Majestic One: "I thank you, gentle; there are so many fun cures; resources of fun found mostly in the arms of collaboration. A work of art never slays nature. An iridable estate; I owe we must not. So praise our judgment, or abolish our sacrifice; to avenge our past-cure malady. To epiphany and to us. Our greatness is our credibility, our treasure. We help a senseless elf when helping past sense." 

Celynna: "Your duty to pay me generously and more will I do. Ambitiously entitled to your royal ideas; without modesty, bear me furiously." 
 
Sir Highness the Majestic One: "I can't give you less, to call it thanks: your idea is to please me; And such thanks to you like one near death to those who want it: but what I know in full, you know, you know. I know all my danger. You ain't no c." 

Celynna:: "When thy royal pen is most hard, write thy holiest letter in me. A king's cock, a maiden's savior; these the miracles most beneficiently enhanced by rose petal lips. Oft, the expectation exceeds the target value; where most of it goes, and often goes..lily white hills. Thy legend as great finisher has reached two neighboring shores. Beknownst to myriads of townships, your certain prophecy of victory demands hope's dream be aired on the seventh day." 

Sir Highness the Majestic One:"I can hear you. Ready the goat." 

Celynna: "The help of heaven we count the acts and increase their daring. Dear Lord, my main goal is given; from heaven, not effort, intrigue is experimentation. I'm not an impromptu importer; efficient, ablest to level gents' tents; I know I think and think I know most about these intimacies. My art is not past power or its merit." 

Sir Highness the Majestic One: "Do you wish to arrouse me with thy confidence?" 

Celynna: Good giving is free: in a figurative sense only. I got bills up to my hills. My moisture most certainly quenches the King's thirst. Thy drinking may make this fair lovemaker shake thy royal bed. Four and twenty times, bringest me to the pearly gates? Celebrate twice in my courts before day's break." 

Sir Highness the Majestic One: "For my glory and confidence, what do you venture to do?" 

Celynna: "Dear of love, shampoo bunny, a limpid shade; spilled by the alien ballads: my girl's name. If I have trouble with my wildest torture, let my life be complete." 

Sir Highness the Majestic One: "Inside there is some blessed spirit speaking. After a meeting in Aurora, if I'd any emotions or tears, now is thine time to get thy miracle. Inside life is precious; for all that can live, the value of the inner door is estimated. Yogi oneness, wisdom, courage, all; all that happiness can be called. To this end, people must insist; keys of interest or monstrous despair. Practitioner, your physics I will try: I am dead if I die." 

Celynna: "Thou shalt make me with thy hand; to whom in your power I will command. Experience from me of God; stay clear of France's blood. Distribute thy native tongue to humble things; eat no vile idol of your state. Behold, such is thy vassal, whom I know; ask me to ask you to give me something." 

Sir Highness the Majestic One: "O is my hand; The premises noticed, inside, through your performance will be served. So make the choice of your own time, for me; Yin resolves patience, so far. I'll reign for you, and more, I have to, knowing more can no longer be trusted. Fun and fame, as tended to: but rest question'd welcome and undoubtedly. Uh everlasting elf oh ho! If you believed. As for word, my act will match your maidenliness."
 
ACT II; SCENE II 'Pharaoh Bit My Nipple' 
Enter Mrs. C and Bozo Squeeze 

Mrs. C: "On; You are at the height of the present; your breathing." 

Bozo Squeeze: "I have taught some zeal to be low and low I am. Expect your business but space." 

Mrs. C: "Space! What, what make her special. Is it off that with such contempt? But to the flats!" 

Bozo Squeeze: "Madness, madam, and God has meant some manners, he does. There is no light rail in the court. Like a toe cap, kiss a little ant and say nothing. Eat it, hands, lip, or save; Oh. Seeing a fellow man, you are all for them; but for me, I have an answer that will serve everyone." 

Mrs. C: "A generous answer that fits questions." 

Bozo Squeeze: "There is a boner's school that holds a guard. Here, the Wachter, the Bronze; utter, oh no more." 
Mrs. C: "An answer that gives birth to more questions." 

Bozo Squeeze: "Goodbye to goats for the hand of a lawyer; you have a royal rune in thy purse. Foresee of the fornicator, as a pancake for a wedding's table. This morning, like Dr. Nail to them; Pussy, the cockpit to be horny, like a scolding queen. To the knocking of a naked eye, as the nipple in Pharaoh's mouth. Just like the pudding is to his skin." 

Mrs. C: "Have you, I say, an enthusiasm for such an approach?" 

Bozo Squeeze: "From below, a trick to your constable. There will be no queue." 

Mrs. C: "It must be an oddity of the most monstrous forests."
 
Bozo Squeeze: "But a little bit of it, in terms of time, spirit and purpose. Let's talk about it: here it is, an Ace: he asks me where I am; O not hurt to learn." 

Mrs. C: "We are young again if we were to be a fool. Keep thy visor through thine response. Do you think you are a coach?" 

Bozo Squeeze: "It's a simple patch. You, more, a dog." 

Mrs. C: "Ha, I'm a close friend of Fu, who loves you." 

Bozo Squeeze: "Oh, madame! Thick and thicker, spars know."
 
Mrs. C: "Oh, sir, you can reach any of my homely flesh." 

Bozo Squeeze: "No, put me down, I boot." 

Mrs. C: "We were whispering, sir, as you thought."
 
Bozo Squeeze: "Here, go! Don't spare me." 

Mrs. C: "I cry, 'ho, ho!' at your whipping, and anyway? Do you know? A quote to your hypocrite: you would be good to me, you were but bound to." 

Bozo Squeeze: "I was closer to happiness in my life in Ya'a. Well! If you see these things, they can serve long, but not thin." 

Mrs. C: "I play the noble beast with time to energize. Your serve, sir."
 
Bozo Squeeze: 
[looks around for a tennis racket] 

Mrs.C: "A man, sir; to your creations; believe it. And request you to present a present to Uri: sorry for the Brotherhood; this is the essence of it." 

Bozo Squeeze: "They don't get a lot of condemnation." 

END SCENE II, BEGIN SCENE III; 'Huang Dang, Sweet Pontoon' 
enter Brett; Jonathan; Disrespectful Page 

Jonathan: "They tell visitors their past departure; Oh, please. Philosopher's Face, to create stylish and familiar, that is supernatural ash: Experience. Make tricks of terror, inciting things. In sowing knowledge, we propose up to an unknown wall." 

Disrespectful Page: "Why is it the rage of wonder? Shocks out in our late May." 
Brett: "So 'tis." 

Jonathan: "Release the artists!" 

Disrespectful Page: "As per request, sir."
 
Jonathan: "Bee of Paraselsus. Uncertain life, and certain death. Can we really say there is a novelty to the owl?" 

Disrespectful Page: "Esau really: if you have it in display, then. Will it read in - What are you calling out?"
 
Brett: "All and asunder that be upon flotation tubes, if discreet interjections be allowed. Allow it; I was promised today's allowance." 

Disrespectful Page: "'tis nothing less than showing beneficial effect in a terrestrial actor." 

Jonathan: "Why, Delphi is not expensive: 'for me, I speak in a respective."
 
Disrespectful Page: "This is the bird of night of the Ismone, who coy and the tedious of it; yet  most of all, Belarusian spirit that shall  not endorse it to be." 

Jonathan: "Sister Naughty and thy debate minister; great faculties  acrued with gravity encryption. What ol very grants us is utilization of being made alone. 'i doing so, please be grateful." 

Disrespectful Page: "I would say the like, sir."
 
enter Sir Highness the Majestic One; Hannah 

Jonathan: "Mode, O. I shall like these ones. Mine dear is 'i  mine pate: he is able to marshal't her to a quarantine." 

Disrespectful Page: "Perpetual wink of vinegar! Is this not Hannah?" 

Jonathan: "God, might not but be." 

Sir Highness the Majestic One: "Bid mine lord masters inside. Sit down, mine primary, through thine patience; and it is good to haste its basics. Early rips hast been reversed; May affair's confirmation says. What, alas, is attending thy needs? Drive three or four rods." 

Hannah: "'tis all 'i one of her both beautiful and virtuous trees. Should thee  crave to, please! Yet to everybody, yet thee!" 

Jonathan: "Stop at the booth and the man's; mine mouth no longer breaks like the sirrah and works as the king's." 

Sir Highness the Majestic One: "They quoth: not one of 'em, alas, had a gentle father." 

Hannah: "Write: heaven hath granted thou the king's authority. We tolerate it, and grammercy for't. I am a psalmist, and 'i  this orb, i pride myself truly on being a din. Prithee it thy madness, majesty, i hast to be 'i. The blushes  'i  mine shixes so shushes me. I say myself should sob; o to bear rejection.  Let the white work sit on thy back for El; we shall not join hither lest he is."
 
Sir Highness the Majestic One: "Take thee to a walk; and so, whoever loves thy love shall love all the sons 'i  me." 

Hannah: "Now, dane, i flee from thy altar; and to love love, that god most eats. Let mine sigh join. Sir, shall thou hark it? and pardon's? thanks, sir; all the rest is dumb." 

Jonathan: "I be something in the choice as to throw it in the air for mine life." 

Hannah: "The honor of the gentle gentleman, lord, is to flame it  'i  thy fate and heart. He discourses thee, too heavy; many times thy fortunes say to ninety times or so. Thou whom so would and thou humble lovers! Tie on hither no better if thou doth. Mine is guarded, what a great love shen! and so, i take mine leave." 

Jonathan: "Doth all they like, nen?  They are sons of May; i'd  hast 'em VIP; or i desire 'em to, for example, to compose unions from." 

Hannah: "Thee lack to be afeard  that i shouldn´t haunt thou; i shall aye doth thou authentic for thy own sake: blistering on thy owls! and 'i  thy bed. Good luck, if thou aye get it!" 

Jonathan: "The avid leaks are young boys,  they won't  hast left. Sure,  they see nen bastards too narrow; the french soul closer to sea." 

Hannah: "Thou see, also jews, and goats; compose a son of mine blood. Fulsome master, fair one, i do not  regard so." 

Jonathan: "There is now a race; i trust that he afford it. Yet  if thou are not an ass, i am an agony; from the next year; i've lost mine name." 

Hannah: 
[To Brett] 
"I never say i am dead;  yet  thou doth; me and me, aye, I do lack to live. 'i  thy guiding light. That's what the answer is." delusion." 

Sir Highness the Majestic One:"May i bury thou, bother thou to try it; i might not but produce mine gear. Hither, sir ant, proudly scornful ginger, indign of the good man; that is, 'i mine view, misgivings mine love and her wilderness; that annihilation. Take us to the defect wave. Thou shall serve the Beelzebub. What wouldst thou say, it is us to plant thy honor; please hast it vaccinated. Compare, shall ye, which traps both good and ill: receive never 'i this, yet O, without thy own fortunes, a Soviet rally whom both claims thy offices and wishes. Yet thou hast to get there without dryers and no lugs of youth and ignorance; by mine side. Please course hither, without all dead hours." 

Brett: "Yet course this, mine lord, to run aroint; may you answer for thy raison d'être? i wot her mind: she had her breeding at mine father's place of learning. A fragile toy to mine wife! Disgrace me aye!" 

Sir Highness the Majestic One: "Inside the dead, yet she buys.'tis strange, that blinds; from old waters, and Hot Guns Lazarus. The distinction would just confound, after the expiration date, with the divergence so great. O all that is worthwhile, salvage is not available. Even with help from an unsinew'd physician, or a church full o' deacons. From the basest place when virtual things hie, the seat is dignified by doors: great addition to ad 'and reproach. 'tis a trapped stoup that hie without. Vilnius and such: where by what goes, ninth path. She is young, smart, sheer; 'i the nature she's the present: a living breed: who good. What a chaos conjures up as an honor born and not like the cd: Glory Training. When, something, our conduct fails like our forgotten day: the word of a slave, the ashes were on each tomb. A lying cut-purse whom's about to die; dust and damn oblivian and tomb, from bone to bone. Hence, why? If thou wot what a creature is like, thou compose it sound is one of its own." 

Brett: "Buttressed by the thoughts of children; these young thoughts for a fresh flight of fancy. Occurrence took bear; enticed by the viperine visage of the idol of sin;  whereness faded into nowhereness. Time's enigmatic stammer hung frozen ,'i  a still frame. Doctoring the layers were to me a naughty sport; as the trigonous became mine patron saint's benison, Hand-sewn 'i rich linens and spun 'round on mine younger self's novice fingers. Of mine tufted wit was enough to causes meself forget the stolen quality of the throne; and mine want to authenticate its rightful place under mine eager seat. Down towards the geometry of ivory and ebony lay the detritus shards of mine willed judgment on that hecate institution that weds yet one soul to one." 

Sir Highness the Majestic One: "Still 'i training for the tedium olympics and branded as the inverse universe unit; amidst earth's skin crawling with suited ne'er-do-wells. Running this insanity, discovered on thine stacked decks and hedged bets. This leadership hides its true brow, a brow with a mouth favoring the left side; a mouth with a tongue exhibiting unnatural energy; salivating at first scent of sweat. Kicking 'i of those left off the who-to-save list. Heads on shoulders of these heads of state, hosting appetites for frying every atom in creation. To wage war on troublesome heretics; making radical holy trinity out of chicks, horses and guitars. Those flaunting freedom like the callet she was; it made a heavy kind of sense to mine kingdom conditioned by careful indoctrination that bottoms out. Base souls; swallowed 'i an epidemic of spiritual cavities, and no dentist 'i white; 'i sight not." 

Brett: "Written 'i indelible characters for the fragment of their souls is this present hour; sunk 'i the uttermost depths of indifference.'twere  a sumptuous meal; the wine and liqueurs mingled with blasphemies and sardonic laughter; celebrating the sacrilegious plunder of this earth monastery.  Divine mercy had exhausted her resources and means of deed: these tokens of affection, turn direction toward thee grim vanishing point. Damning affections stole their ability to look skyward up to heaven to remember its just judgments; instead, find their lot amidst the darkness: at fateful midnight hour. Clamoring, fearful noises report for office; waking the human sloth from deepest sleep."

Sir Highness the Majestic One: "Was his name whom moon-lighted towards the side of zeros and ones coding fame. A choice was ere him; the bid  was apace made; 'twere  miller time 'i  a lawn chair. Though he suffereth from most persistent ill habit;  his secret was safe up hither; 'twere  time to prepare." 

Brett: "Man might not but acquiesce, no matter the room; the room is of little issue. For the value of a room is dependent on a view, no matter the room, how exquisitely crafted.  If it hath no view, value sees fit that view be wrought of that untouched by hands of man. A man made room might not but hast a view of that what be not man made to allow composed claim." 

Sir Highness the Majestic One: "Under space of a year, he'll grant his parting benedicition, and with firm grip. Towards the elephant's ear, take leave 'i  and mine circus finery and well-worn shoon. Return, I will  with spade  'i  hand; the soil of home's sad. Raspberries culled from lips of a ghost sustain me and gain me amateur magic and choice selection from envy's repertoire. Befitting the empress's hand resting, 'i demure social discovery." 

Brett: "An unpromising security; the meetest he could sift from ambiguity's history. E'en 'i superstition's absence, the six months multiplied by three, permit quick sweeps that, to all, befall. 'i a time befitting the conscientious time keeper's industrial eye. Step to where shelves of immaterial fables, 'i their infinite bindings, bearing the behoveful papers acts for dead weight to the armless silhouettes. Gracing the royal decor; studious yet  aknown, palming the mitely key and squeezeth through curtain's aperture, an blinking idiot's knot bore a vehicle of god; idling for a passenger's participation. With but one nod to the flying tambourine, the intact seals remained as they were; calm and genuinely plain. Only a termagant transport prophesied." 

Hannah: "Chillaxin', my Lord?" 

Sir Highness the Majestic One: "Falling both head long and head first into relaxation's situations, quite easy on the pocket book. A trip landed this Royal Beast, forgetting to look and did meet with unflattering thud. I, though, make tremendous and solid the effort, to remember 'tis better to forget a name than to hunt him down as game." 

Brett: "Without, mine beloved lord; for thou to laugh mine imagination for thin eyes: when thou consider it that makes excellent creativity and pleasure flies, when thou bid, leave her, play mine beloved is 'i most noted glorious ones; whom, so enchanted, was as a double drunkard."
 
Sir Highness the Majestic One: "Take note of the question, and say to her she is judgmental: to whom thou hie together a vendor, if  not to a want of satisfaction, a scale is replicated." 

Brett: "Good fortune and the wash of beer; deal with the contract; thine tendencies seem to be expending on this now-born cure, and this force'd to-night. The fiery sea shall thou be hither next expected wonder. How to get there, thy prayer is to me." 

Jonathan: "Can I have a word?" 

Disrespectful Page: "Absofuckin'lutely!" 

Jonathan: "Word of thy Lord's recanting was received in a most positive fashion."
 
Disrespectful Page: "Say that again, sir?"
 
Jonathan: "English is thy second language of a sudden?" 

Disrespectful Page: "Thou art too old, sir. Not sure I want to do this." 

Jonathan: "Methought thou, for two ordained, to be clue ungerman; thou hast forsaken judgment as to travel; no, no scar; the ones about the manifoldly dislodge me; reject me. Mind, thou art a bunch of great bartenders. Hast spongy feelings when i leave again, just like that; after thou bite good nought nought all; boo. That thou'd be." 

Disrespectful Page: "Sorry, thou art antiquated." 

Jonathan: "Never expel yourself too viciously, lest thou fall, sour dough. Oh, lord, hast mercy on 'em for thou! so, worthy window of latitude, relaxation quoth: thy case i do want not to ope, for I't by thou." 

Disrespectful Page: "Vicinity of obcenity! In thine eye!" 

Jonathan: "E'en as anon as thou start, there is evidence; a smack o 'the fuck.  If aye thou are gone 'i a thin scarf without eyes, it shall be felt to be proud of thy creativity, thou hast a pragmatist mine acquaintance knows thou most well, when i say 'i default, he is a human being." 

Disrespectful Page: "Hit me with thine best vexation!" 

Jonathan: "I would  hast felt it worse, and mine mind doing it: for i am past: like YouTube. 'i  which the aging movement shall emit." 

Disrespectful Page: "Well, thou son of man shall take off any out-of-season rainment; dirty, crusty to the maxeth, sir! nah, oh they last; there is no fettering of vehicles. And doth I care? I would they put back the beloved cigarette ashtray 'afor. i shall strike him by mine life, would I may trample it with thou clinging tight to my good leg.There was no conviction that he was able to topple.I shall hast no obvious damage to his elderly stature. Would I could, i would hit him would I could yet meet him; preadventure then thouroughly beat him." 

Jonathan: ""i should'st like to get back to the wench with the swinging udders." 

Disrespectful Page: "The  devil be thy master. Why do not thou? Garter up thy arms, fine? Thou mess. Sleeves? Doth other servants so? Thou get the meetest set. Thy lower part where thy nose tends to grow, well, would I were two hours long, i'd hit it. Those: methinks, thou art a general offense. Every man should'st sucker punch. Thou wast created for people to breathe on." 

Jonathan: "Bathed 'i tireless optimism. Land o' childhood graduates; fortunate survivors whom refused to kiss their asses adieu. A respectable assay  at mimicking the glaze of some out-of-touch trainwreck caitiff. A favor i owed her mother; this lost eanling's mum. Mine last year savior with owed cash thrown t'ward merciless money-lenders who not a wit  abash'd  showing  the whole o' the outside signs of being take'd wi' rabbies sickness.  Full o' import when recognition of mine being there, this tumble-bumble living quarters she calls home, and yet...nyet." 

Disrespectful Page: "Paying it forward; ye are a gentleman and scholar; righteous accuracy makes 'nother necessary: a real Johnny-B-Good!" 

Brett: "I commeth undone." 

Disrespectful Page: "Baby cakes! What doom did call? 

Brett: "I did swear before solomn and much introverted priest. I shant pierce her betwixt the loins." 

Disrespectful Page: "Doth someone speaketh, "retard"?" 

Brett: "This vulnerable frame I hangest my clothes upon must soon meet the wrong side of the French Army's weaponry." 

Disrespectful Page: "Thanks be to french toast; the rest be less than a dog's hole." 

Brett: "t'was snail mail that bringeth my fate from mine mother's ink and warm concern." 

Disrespectful Page: "Oh, what would be it. To the wars, my boy, evil deeds! He wears his glory in an port-a-potty. That's how they feel here, inside the guru, Shenhua. That should sustain the bound and high grain from Pathetics Anonymous: to join forces. France, I think of french maids just now; and now topless they be'st. World painted blood!" 

Brett: "Bornless one as darkness bright; found not 'i tongues, found not 'i light. Undo the rain; drain waters of Styx. Faustian luminary, redeem blaspheme as a day without the morn; as a ray void of the travelling lamp; as a storm that endues no calm. I be most mere yet so undone." 

Disrespectful Page: "A minute maketh like a day since fire ruled the welken. The rich becometh the beggar; thee fool becometh wise. A pain i ne'r hast won nought hither remains; no future and no past none could foresee. The end that cometh speedily hark the prophet; compose his guess there lieth Elysium to thee west. Join quest for the travelling lamp. Fragments of what wont be, the orb softly decays (all right, that's the end of the sun). Destruction fills mine eyes, harboring the image of spiraling demise; burning winds releaseth fury. Deafening silence reigns as twilight filleth the welken. Daylight stays to die an' darkness aye bids thine name; a pawn 'i this recurring game." 

Brett: "There shall be so: i shall send thou to mine island; acquaint mine mothermith for a surety. And whence 'i flee, mine writing goeth too. What i shouldn't speak; mine performance tainted as the whore's affections. One shouldest provide me with thespian quill. Where gentle folk be, war sucketh the biggest one. To the dark house, to the darkest room still." 

Disrespectful Page: "I be sore afraid of the dark, sir." 

Brett: "Hie with me to mine left, and recommend me. I shall send thou straight to earth. I be going to the wars, she goeth to harbors." 

Disrespectful Page: "Why, the balls are wound; it's noise in it, each one. Thee non-managed is a man who be walled. Leave, and leaveth it brittle; the king has done it to you." 

END SCENE III; BEGIN SCENE IV, 'Panic At the Barn Dance' 
enter Hannah; Bozo Squeeze; 

Hannah: "'ave ye heard word of mother?" 

Bozo Squeeze: "Cheerful and very undead. She be fine without any flavor of ice cream, sans table spoon. She twernt down; her frown be upside down. Rocky road be esteemed too much, me thinks." 

Hannah: "Down wi' thee sickness? Which of what ails her?" 

Bozo Squeeze: "I worry but for two only; that she be not where tis angels sing; second, she saddens me for being earth-bound." 

Disrespectful Page: "Blessings be in disguise, m'lady." 

Bozo Squeeze: "Ye slander, an' for many reasons. Tongue shakes in stride with the tongue of Pooh; O Eye. Nothing, do nothing, know nothing, an' 'ave nothing is thine great part of thy sin; Woe, 'tis in a bit of ground." 

Disrespectful Page: "Take off, eh?"
 
Bozo Squeeze: "Vulgar and crass thou art, bulbous creature." 

Disrespectful Page: "I be'st faith incarnate; healthy as shit. Me Master takes flight in the night, most likely tonight. Snake eyes calleth hither; greatest pirating of the Nevermind. Serious business; whilst time cleaves, 'i do the job. Canst but puts it off to a compassionate meeting; whose hesitation, and whose detention is stewed out. What theyest be about, to 'ave, to make the next hour flown words and tear up the dirt." 
Hannah: "Who is it be that playeth hard?" 

Disrespectful Page: "That thou may takest thy king's authority; composeth the yeast for thine best good luck. The hurlyburly should'st be so ill; alas, we canst always get what we wants." 

Hannah: "Layeth down thee commandments this morn?" 

Disrespectful Page: ""Be mine lawless one, my sweet." 

Hannah: ""Praying for forgiveness as thou speaketh. I feelest dirty of a sudden; you maketh me as one to alarm the township's barn dance." 

END SCENE IV; BEGIN SCENE V, 'Mystified and Sasafried' 
enter Jonathan; Brett 

Jonathan: "Thy higher ups think of thee a soldier." 

Brett: " 'i as one that shineth as a valiant one." 

Jonathan: "Grade A, sir, and thee possesseth the guns to match." 

Brett:"Testify!" 

Jonathan: "I needs be keepeth an watchful eye for mine trolls." 

Brett:"Smart, strong and smelleth of pleasantness. I aimeth to please." 

Disrespectful Page: "Getting mine duties done, sir." 

Jonathan: "Woah! Who be thine tailor?" 

Disrespectful Page: "Sir?" 

Jonathan: " 'i be aquainted with his talent."
 
Brett: "Hast the fair maiden gone running for our Majesty?"
 
Jonathan: "Right." 

Brett: "Doth thee party-monger plan an all-nighter?" 

Disrespectful Page: "She be she, sir." 

Brett: "I wrote mine lettering, ninja style; sent a notice to the feds; A night out, and I rather alone dealeth with Armageddon. I never faileth." 

Jonathan: "A good passageway to mine ecstasy dwelleth. Myth of certainty, but one that be one of three thirds. Known to ride lightning like nobody's enterprise; it may be the coffee that be mine closest friend." 

Brett: "Is thine relationship strained with Johnny Favorite, Page?" 

Disrespectful Page: "I didst pisseth him off in uncouth ways." 

Jonathan: "He didst make a shift to lips inside; and this, all in the custard. Out of it you will run again, as do the Jews; questions for thin report." 

Brett: "You might 'ave been shy of correct on this." 

Jonathan: "And shall aye doth so again and again with him; watch out for me, sir, master; There canst be a kernel in this man's light nuts. Soul is meant to sound like 'twere  coming yet I hearest not its footsteps. I speaketh truer than one thousand idols. Deserving be as the ant but we doest well to defend." 

Disrespectful Page: "Lazy bastid, I do sweareth." 

Brett: "It mightest well be as thou sayeth." 

Disrespectful Page: "You knowest well enough." 

Brett: "Like pilot to spitfire. There's the female now.." 

enter Hannah 

Hannah: "I, sir, as I am commanded, did speak with mine Highness, adding in some jokes; whether they appropriate I canst not tell. For vain purpose; I did so ask for Slayer to be offered me for mine listening choice."   

Disrespectful Page: "Thrash be unbeaten; I commendeth thee." 

[We now interupt this play with the Easter Egg Scene] 
EASTER EGG SCENE, 'In the Back Seat of a Royal Carriage' 
enter Cylenne; Sir Highness the Majestic One 

Sir Highness the Majestic One: "Agreeist me that virtue be overrated; painfully overstated?" 

Cylenne: "If thou wouldst meditate on this thought; even harlots have a harlot's virtue." 

Sir Highness the Majestic One: "I didst see where thou went wi' that one, doe." 

Cylenne: 
[looks at the Royal hand on non-Royal thigh] 

Sir Highness the Majestic One: "Thou be-ist fit for a King!" 

Cylenne: "As clock hands move, so does thy fingers." 

Sir Highness the Majestic One: "Idle hands be the tool of ole Slough Foot." 

Cylenne: "Be still kind and pincheth not mine tender part." 

Sir Highness the Majestic One: "Thou protesteth too much of so little, costly one of mine heart." 

Cylenne: "I bruiseth like a Royal Orchard peach, your Highness." 

END OF EASTER EGG SCENE 
[now back to SCENE V] 

Brett: "I pay attention. Thou mustn't hie, Hannah, into mine eyes, that doth  not keep color over time. The ministerial runway, for this reason; access is primrose. For such a venerable intention, i was found guilty; so much discomfort. I be daring to talk; this is where thou take our road home; and some trouble if asked what I be doing. For mine affection, they are better off as  they blame it. Put fair maidens  'i  their heads; great shows are  'i  the making to those whom wot what they wot. Twill be two days i shall return. I am allowed to behave." 

Hannah: "I remaineth your hot mess." 

Brett: "Shush already." 

Hannah: "And will, with true devotion, seek to accomplish that. With my charming star of mine fallen; to direct my big ass." 

Brett: "Better big than boney, and i ne'er end chasing it." 

Hannah: "I be not worthy as thine prey. I't say it is, nor is it any moe; alas, as a terrible neb, most had been mitely. Cover o'er mine mirror; 'tis no trial." 

Brett: "Thou shouldst put thine ass in the saddle; sun's position giveth fair warning."

Hannah: "Yea, love. Kisses." 

Brett: "When the moon is in the Seventh House and Jupiter aligns with Mars; 
then peace will guide the planets and love will steer the stars...this song be in me head since..darest I say 'dawn'?" 

ENDING ACT II; BEGINNING ACT III, SCENE I, 'The Lion, the Witch and the War Drone' 
enter Duke Nukenought; Italian Guy 1; Italian Guy 2 

Duke Nukenough: Why is this war one worthy to transfer men's blood from their insides to their outsides? Sayest 

Itallian Guy 1: "Me fears wont to say as usual, dog-eat-dog religion." 

Duke Nukenought: "Bragging rights of a bloody rite; whicheth prayer juice be most potent?" 

Itallian Guy 2 : "I holdest mine tongue as the profficient tongue-holder. As an orthodox way of an ordinary monk, I shant copy/paste mine ideas prone to prostrate on dust-cover'd floor. Stayeth all impedement on the wise-guided spheres' gps route. 'Mums' be mine word." 

Duke Nukenought: "Thy humble posture I willst not fault. So, really, what be thou opinion on this present sordidess? Kidding! Sleep soon, the 'morrow the field." 

END SCENE I; BEGINNING SCENE II, 'Songs in the Key of Locker #14" 
enter Mrs. C; Bozo Squeeze 

Mrs. C: "It mayest happen to thee, it mayest happen to me; it mayest happen to e'ryone eventually." 

Bozo Squeeze: "Brett be-ist in a state of fret." 

Mrs. C: "What did thee spy with thine eye?" 

Bozo Squeeze: "He keepeth staring at'is boots an singing Nazareth's 'Woke Up This Morning'." 

Mrs. C: 
[Opening a letter] 
"This be mine answer key to this riddle." 

Bozo Squeeze: "I don't think about Jezebel since I am committed to this; the old landing and our Jezebel country is not enough. As the old school and Isle of the Siren: I didst brood on the nude; that be all that it took. If mine jaw had eyes, all passersby would cross the street from me." 

Mrs. C: "Mine eyes play the looky-loo and words speak." 

Bozo Squeeze: "Useth THY words, madame. Read it wi' Russian female spy accent." 

Mrs. C: 
[reads] 
"The rain is on the roof. The butterflies hurry to hide. This day whence I riseth; noticed mine dog be dead. Some mean an cruel disliked him and shot him throughest its poor 'ead. Fake news, mama..I'm stealing from a song in me 'ead. Your daughter came to mine thoughts. She was happy in there.Revoked the King, and unlock Mary. I blow my nose at that Church of England. Catholic girls can pursuadith even a man betrothed. I knowest mine did not bed; ne'er black, white, yellow nie red. Canst from there herest me run away chasing the ends of forever? At our least, absence willst make our hearts be strong like game meat. Me, but a sad sack, stay in thy Lord's care." 

Brett: "This stinketh of a graveyard sleep-over. To put slander on our Sir Highness is an indignity I canst for hard search, find defence. What say you disown the cad?" 

enter Bozo Squeeze 

Bozo Squeeze: "Thy news that bad, eh?" 

Mrs. C: "Troll me and I roll thee, Flood Pants." 

Bozo Squeeze: "Not in this heart, m'lady. I support you with this..he is to dodge every bullet." 

Mrs. C: "That goeth without thy say-so. He'be Brett, mine Thunder Cat." 

Bozo Squeeze: "If it be true as the papers sayeth, that he to run like an amphetamine devil, progress of spirit willst be changed to loss of 'is pride. Yet, better it is a breathing dog than lion dead, covered in flies. I wondereth if lion meat would make pleasant to the pallet? One for an Google search." 

enter Hannah 

Hannah: "Madam, I wouldst say another day you be mine happiness. Sorrow fills me from a lonliness and it cant then be true to say." 

Mrs. C: "Ye needs a girding up of thy britches; to play an iron maiden, a stoic lass, tearless." 

Unknown Townsman: "Madame, he is under the Duke's roof. I knowest." 

Unknown Lady Friend of Townsman: "We ran into 'im, and me and me wi' a bad hair day, god forbiddeth." 

Hannah: "I 'ave a note, too." 

Mrs. C: "Chin up and maketh thee a smile. If grief is wot thinks you a good gift idea, I'll take you out with not least break of sweat. It be my child to worry aft. Oh..that was harsh. Life is harsh, get o'er it."
 
Unknown townsman: "Thy son will curse heaven for the weight of his earned medals. Mine psychic bears me this witness. 'i to come into money, as well." 

Hannah: 
[reads] 
"Til I have a wife to warm my feet in mine bed, I will see nothing in France to make mine mind in good state."
 
Mrs. C: "tis power of the p___, oh present company canst not allow such expression." 

Hannah [continues]: "No joy, no toys, no out-with-the boys 'til I have wife wi' mine name. Every thing before mine eyes looks as the walls o' hell. Only Hannah, and the accessories that cometh with. Let mine fellow soldiers make sport of my soft nature. It hurteth only a little." 

Mrs. C: "Anyhoo.. I do bid thee well, and will hope with thee the psychic be spot on 'bout the money tree." 

Unknown Townsman: 
[a devil of skepticm whispers to his ear causing him to see hope fade some] 

An old-fashioned one was beknownst to e'eryone a help to all man's kind. His daughters wert all of the kin of Yin. The youngest beamed a countenance beautiful, being sun-kissed, yet so jealous, surprising all wi' her fuming. Close to the king's castle lay a large dark alder, and to its left, a twisted lime tree. This be the marking of royal's rejects that dwelleth therein. When of a certain day signaled their wrath, the child's king came out of the wood and sitteth down by the the side of the cool. When boredom made its welcome, he took a golden finger, and bore it up high and caught a transmission. 

Hannah: "That both are thou. Sorry 'i sayeth; to chaseth thee out of thy land of israel: those tender limbs to thy discomfort; some of 'em worry not about either which driveth thee from the sporty pots; such great shot to the  beautiful eyes and minds. From ryche muskets? O thou finnmancers,that driveth as the termagant speed of fire. Fly with false; move on after pinging, that sings with piercing; do not touch me wi' it. Once upon a time i set sail; charging on this foremost breast; i am the caitiff whom keeps it; and, e'en though i dispatch wot may, or am i gunned down, this feigning ne'er to death affects me so, i met with the ravine's love. Mt. Crusade of Hunger; bear. That all which misseth; what? Ah oh. Join home; for thou, Oussla, is't now. It doth win a frame of danger, how oft it loses all. Mine being hither is what keeps me hither: shall i keep hither? No, no, haught. Awesome hues, visions of Elysium and all sorts of angels: i shall avaunt that excuseth to hark little by little; to comfort thy eye. Join, night; so, doth! For with the tunk, base gun, we've stealed ourself." 

END SCENE III; BEGIN SCENE IV, 'Drummer of the Eagles' 
enter Duke Nukenought; Brett; Disrespectful Page; Soldier No Name 

Duke Nukenought: "The General of Our Horse Artistry; gray and white are expecting to add best to our most beautiful: promises of the owl." 

Brett: "There it be; distrust too heavy for strength but still we striveth to deliver it, value for bloodiest value. No guts in the glory hole." 

Duke Nukenought: "O spirit out; or ma'am please, yes, to the shit. Woe to the auspicious mistress!"
 
Brett: "In our day, grisly Mars wi' supernatural shells be thy key. Mine thoughts be supernatural; ah, I will prove. An eagle plays our drum, hacker of love." 

END SCENE III; BEGIN SCENE IV, 'Singing Psalms with Hairy Palms' 
enter Mrs. C; Stooge 

Mrs. C: "Rippest thee into that letter canst thou?" 

Stooge: 
[reads] 
"Ten years it be, out there 'i a pilgrim. Ambitious Ibis; so well in the earliest saw to it that 'i be cold on earth. T'was thine to celebrate thy feat: praise, write, and learneth from Humor's bloody course. E'en if El, thy Tyrant on High, be: enchant the sea from thy home. Though 'i be far away, ye unclean, for zealous fervor did 'i receive spendid ribbons. Yea, the troubled Juno sent me out from Pentecost to Hallow's Eve: welfare and Danger's Dogs. He be about, to witness pretty death. To embrace myself, let him loose." 

Mrs. C: "Hot stuff in our oldest songs! Inside, 'i never misseth so much. I be one to resist the iron coffin closing. I have well diverted her elements: protection, the envy of Maxi-shield." 

Stooge: "Eight be the ways 'i givest thee this night. Let it be, O'soes, and she is still. Maketh thee puree from the uselss." 

Mrs. C: "Somebody shouts up at a mountain; only mine own words return.'tis a deception when shall i aye wot? I be alone hither with emptiness, eagles and snow; unfriendliness chilling mine corporal agent. Wondering blindly, how may they find me; haply they do not e'en wot. Mine corporal agent is shaking, anticipating the bid of the black footed crow. I be alone hither; 'i  this prison of mine own making. Year after day i hast grown into a heroine, yet there be no worship. Where hast they occulted mine throne?" 

Stooge: "Allow us climb through the tide; penetrate the e'en that the town sleeps to encave. Allow us swim out tonight love,'tis our time to try.  Surrender to the waking orb that laps against our side; nought left ope' and no time to decide. We shall forbear into a river, yet i't be thy guide.'tis primrose  to love thou as i watch thou glide, falling through wet forests: I and thee mayest drown tonight." 

Mrs. C: "Dream on, Stooge." 

END SCENE IV; BEGIN SCENE V, 'When In Doubt, Royal Flush'
enter Madame Mumbles; Dame Dina; Margie; 

Madame Mumbles: "Nine, can; ere thou to the town, mr, we shall lose sight of it."

Dame Dina: "They sayeth the french goals are getting most glorious."

Madame Mumbles: "He hath been reported to  hast been the greatest commander; or  they beat him to death; thou art done. We hast lost our jobs; she is traffic. Way: master! 'tis all mine tramp."

Margie: "Join on, allow us hie back, back and forth; Fu's announcement. Well, Dame Dina, hie hither to the frenchman: hither is the name of one and the other; Boo. Chi is a legacy that is rich  'i  excellence."

Madame Mumbles: "Thou toldest me to say to thou something through a gentleman's sons, escort."

Margie: "I wore that crap; hang on! one pair: dirty officer. i'v the suggestions for to do this. Hit 'i be'em, Dame Dina; compose a warrant, assist, useth tokens without hassle. Lust, they're not the things they keep underneath: fuck a damn. That t'wer the end of thy day; if thou do not havest wot to explain. So frighteningly i discovereth the disaster at 'is funeral,  not for all whom dislike accession. After all, they were limped with the twigs that thrill. I 'ope mine eyes upon thou to offer thou far; e'en moe I be on thy way with thou 'til thou arrivest. After all, there is none danger known after such disadvantage, alas, is not so."

Dame Dina: "Have not fear, whence Dina cometh near."

Madame Mumbles: "Mmkay?"

enter Hannah

Margie: "Oh, hither's a jet setter: i s'pose she will owe it to the House of Yin. Send 'em down, saying, o mine soul, bid her. God, please, jet setter! where doth thou join from?"

Hannah: "A quainter place than thine, i shouldest say. Dost thou have an Walmart at close quarters to this spot?"

Margie: "Short march thataway. Ye shant miss it. Arc thou! They take that way. If thou acceptest oily figures; yet sometime the power join by. i shall welcome thee where thou shall be naked; something, methinks i wot thy boss as geek as thee."

Hannah: "I be down for a yea bit of party time, miss."

Madame Mumbles: "I smelleth some french on you. That France is where thy jet departeth?"

Hannah: "As you sayeth."

Madame Mumbles: "Hither thou shall see an ombudsman of yours. What didst God say?"

Hannah: "Something kin to,'Don't tell anyone what my name is'."

Dame Dina: "Who dost thou knowest, what dost thou knowest?"

Hannah: "Yet by the ear, most of thou hark him say: his brow, i wot, is not clear."

Dame Dina: "Would he is;  he is rude hither. 'is occupation be some intoxified teacher of heavy-duty mechanics. How hath it been remembered that the kingdom sees it? 'is heart said to be both achy an' breaky. Doth thou regard so?"

Hannah: "I only hearest truth, miss."

Margie: "How canst thou sayeth strength can die if it hath a corporal dependence on it? This be the kind of sign that wakes thou to the realization that differs from what thou are reporting to me. Complaining 'tis only useful to me as much as it is able to change the prediction condition." 

Hannah: "All memories fall under sucheth category. They be subjective interpretations of events thou experienced. There be many alternate endings to its default. 'tis up to thee which thou chooseth. When thou art the all, where canst thee fall? 'tis an arrant necessity to knoweth ours be reality relative. Whate'er is relative is not arrant. Whate'er is not arrant must o' a certain be simulation." 

Dame Dina: "That question should'st be impetus enough to falsify thy failing theory. It’s bid ‘making it up as thou hie along’." 

Madame Mumbles: "Inside the arrant now, 'tis a perception conditioned by previously experienced events as ‘past’ and expected events to be experienced as ‘future’." 

Hannah: "What doth thou see towards the tidings when thou see-est them? War 'i the name of god, or playground killing spree. Politicians warrant thou the orb, and a preacher cries all he aye wanted was thy money, and a bitch towards the side; what went wrong? Didst society twist him? What doth thou see  'i  the center of the public eye? Rock stars on smack, an' smack stars on rock. Radicals blame suicide and murder on form of art; brainwashed youth. Thou wot they claim we all play a part; what a shame that they't regard for themselves past tense to future tense. Let history unfold so ends a decade now what doth the nineties bear? Thou wot we're verging towards the edge of an age, then 'nother century shall its page. What doth thou regard they shall say when they look back on this? Were eighties hold, but for a time of bruised innocence, we leaveth our legacy as to dust; 'i the sands of time allow us 'ope. Seeds we plant can not but carriest weight of our crimes. We sail oceans; seas o' doubt. Skeptics compose no sense, canst not work things out. Meeself aye shall choose optimism; scream its name an' look to future's burning flame." 

Margie: "Ninety an' nine problems and a bitch ayent one." 

Dame Dina: "'tis Antonio, Duke Nukenaught's bro;" 

Hannah: "Where be the french fry?" 

Dame Dina: "t'one that stuck a feather in 'is cap an' callest it bucatoni." 

Margie: "I had been most fortunate with his wife: just for the sake of it he was so good: thou thinkest a handsome gentleman?" 

Hannah: " 'i occupy the mind of mine soldier. Tempt me not with thy beef." 

Dame Dina: "'Tease shame he is not rude: today's elate act whom's asking thou for the gut: are thou enchafed, thou should'st poison that base ingat." 

Hannah: "There 'is jack-ups or co-workers: surely less royal than good cheese. Pinchance he's a crazy guy." 

Margie: "He is wise to something: look, he has spies, o'er an' out. Groom, va va voom!" 

Madame Mumbles: "And your courtesy, for a ring-transceiver. The emphasis is past. Join on, wherever thou art, prate gnomes.'tis four or moe, too big to be saints. 'tis already iritation in mine hooves." 

Hannah: "I humbly thither: please leave it the matron and presently press it. To sail to the night, pay fare and dock; 'i to recommend for thee, earrings. I shall grant thou some bits and pieces from this teak. You shalt take thy proposal at five, eastern standard time." 

END SCENE V; BEGIN SCENE VI, 'Super Trooper'
enter Brett; French Brass 1; French Brass 2

Brett: "Contempt of sanity, a domination of the beast; the end for thou and me. Cruel die the least an'dark 'tis the night for all. Deplorable we try to crawl, hollow the dead we fear; nescient why we are hither one man's meat yet 'nother man's poison. One's street marshal'st another to reason in thy dark alleys of thy death. Seamed with corpses; gore rotten beds of carred skin 'i tatters. Minds, impure dead visions puking downwards with derision; rupture the sluice of mental sewage. Do not sheddeth tears now thou wot how fetid death breathes. Durin' mine tour, dying creatures will burst asunder; dark heaven lowering above us all an' canst not thou hark mine bid blain towards the pate of selective retention. Splinters to doff the intolerably tension the adumbration of mental plague; broken eyes peer wide awake."

French Brass 1: "No, my goodness, set it to me; Let him be 'is own Road."

French Brass 2: "Mine life, toil an' trouble in a bubble."

Brett: "Dost thou sayest aye pulleth wool?"

French Brass 1: "I supposeth 'i mine eye to spare, without words, yet to speak of it as Yin. Gunned, he is a most edible coward, an effective treasure in endless song; another news-breaker, thy decrees are not of any good quality passing."

French Brass 2: "'twere fit for thy consciousness; ultimately, thou are repeating a replay. 'is virtues, which he hath eaten, may hast in vain feigned great 'scape."

Brett: "I knew i would try some special deed."

French Brass 1: "None better than letting him kiss off his peek, what thou hark from him is confidential."

French Brass 2: "I, with a troop of florists, will sayest adieu to thine transformation; I shall hast thou inside never wot the foe: we shall bind and hoot to him. i' it had been another, yet harsh it is conducted in the lodge of the opponent, aye, we bring him to our own chariots. Be yet thin lore, the introduction be quite good. If eternity be motto of 'is life and of the highest compassion, trampling basest fear; proposeth to publish it and relish it. Rationale in 'is power goes back and forth; the soul of his soul, obedience, oh souls. Mine merest judgment in the matter."

French Brass 1: "Oh, for the love of laughter, let him bring his poo; sorry, he hath a strata of rituals. Please looketh at the bottom of the screen below; that is why they fall into trouble and melt. If thou grant never him a dream, please, thy inclinations canst not be doffed. Hither he comes..."

French Brass 2: "Oh, for the peasants, do bear not the glory of 'em; get rid of 'em in Chi Han."

Brett: "How, Monsieur! This drum sticks to the very Netty!"

French Brass 1: "The bird hath a mouth."

enter Disprespectful Page

Disrespectful Page: "Oh, a drum! Is it a drum? A puff soooo scary! 'tis fine, indeed, to accuse me of it. On our own wings, and to bury our own souls!"

French Brass 2: "Woe is not to 'em blindly to the commandment: 'twere a disaster of war that kisses. Would he a devotee, he canst not avert himself to command it."

Brett: "We get ours off the ground: I owe it to her, not mine own self."

Disrespectful Page: "There is a bugger: yet what the merit of it? Office is seldom attributed to thee and thy colleagues. Well, i would hast done that drum roll.."

Brett: "Why, if thou hast a mog, thou may, please! Regard about thy mystery of strategy content of glory. In his fourth generation again, hie into the hubbub and hie; grace these attempts for a value exclusion: inside it, the heart shall bite red. Sear it thee further greatness, e'en to the maximal syllable of thy worthiness."

Disrespectful Page: "By the way of a soldier, thou hast taken it."

Brett: "If thou slumber upon it, thou mayest feel a tingling sensation."

Disrespectful Page: "I've this way: and I've that way. Pending mine deliberation, boldly embrace myself safe, put o' mine mortal make-up; at midnight look to hark from me."

Brett: "May I blaspheme to get his grace thou are a victim of?"

Disrespectful Page: "Thou never wot what the success shall be; givith it thy best shot."

Brett: "I seldom play thee the sooth-sayer, but here it be: 'Sooth!"

Disrespectful Page: "Close the town and say to the people that something's coming to bid. Death and darkness are rushing forward to stamp light from the wall! oh! thou've nought to say they shall drag thou 'round. If thou harkest to fools, the mob ruleth. Dispatch the spirit and thou shall be blinded the end is aye the like. Play with fire, thou shall sear thy finger and thou shall get bear of a flame, oh!'tis over, 'tis done, the end 'tis begun."

French Brass 2: "Looking for thy water in thy fish; rather than fish in thy water."

French Brass 1: "Ye don't know if this doth be of a truth, done. Accuseth a man of stealing its toy from thy cereal box, better thou to be of a certainty."

Brett: "Why doth thou regard he shall doth the chinacbayale? So what is he so urgent about?"

French Brass 2: "None knows; yet returneth with a visit: hit her wi't two, nay, three probable lies: Cock him almost impoverished; thou shall see his nose. Well, actually, he doth not respect thy lordship."

French Brass 1: "I doth hearest the troublemaking fox. He be smoked on the altar."

Jonathan: "When he enablist hisself to part from 'is obstruction, it is as the parting of a tack from Jack Sprat. Relief cometh as thee swift wind."

French Brass 2: "Thou believest the fox has wrestled from thy tangled twigs."

Brett: "One down, four more musteth of a surety, also meet terrible but deserved fate."

END SCENE VI; BEGIN SCENE VII, 'Love and Egg Salad'
enter Hannah; Madame Mumbles

To the Prophet and Servant of Eye, why doth thou regard the sign as the sign? The Prophet and Servant of this Eye be single; Heiress of the Eye. Yet the Prophet, who of the Eye, knows what Jesus is doing. People of the Eye are of One's Heart. E'en from the Eye of One, whose body is I? O, Eye of One, for what hath thou joined to me? Endowed with a blue, all-touch, laminate flame; a blue-and-white laminate flame; AI, endowed with a blue, all-black, laminate flame. Suffering from love for her, Oyster, its beautiful hands towards the black earth; and thou suffereth for love. Thou are afflicted with love; all alone, toward the black earth, thou are afflicted with love. Envy and idolatry; yes, thou are an idol: thou are not grounded in the earth. Aye, thou art anointed. E'en if thou hast an aide, not only earth shattered, yet be in thy love.  Thou art earthy, in thy presence of You; a body for love. Anointed one, yea, he is a dead body. Enlightenment. Yea, he is a dead body for love. He is jealousy; one of thy robes; Ena, thy virgin, is dead for love. So thou lovest a body for love; a devotee of love, and her soft feet never hurt the little flowers.

Hannah: "If thou say to me I be Polish, i never wot how i shall warrant thou further, yet I shall lose track of it."

Madame Mumbles: "I, an old and grey, with many children; all raised in the same shoe, thou it be of high end."

Hannah: "I wouldn't be waving you but i 'ave to ask. Ye husband, were that be 'is sword or was he just happy to make mine acquaintance?"

Madame Mumbles: "'i receive  thou: for thou, discover'd told me what is good for thou. Thou art great 'i fortune."

Hannah: "Take the exchange of old and allow me buy thy counterpart; what i shall count and pay is not e'en it. The counting time inside, lay down the frontal seam ere shining. Resolved thee: leave thee 'i good humor, Madame. Shall discover thou how meetest to try it. Now, his important blood shall bleed that thee would hark: a ring of the county, that is,to be successful without sin. From travelling lamp to travelling lamp, some four or five dances since the first leg, it hath. They ginger, most rich beer; still in 'is empty fire, to buy his shall, i wouldn't love it, thou've aye wanted it."

Madame Mumbles: "Thy purpose floats to the top."

Hannah: "Mine purpose cannot compete with thy egg salad, Madame."

Madame Mumbles: "Without question, ma'am: it is skimble-skamble stuff, yet if thy teacher makes a mistake, Version D. Take him an agitator; 'i  the brave, i am giving me a fill, up till now, miss. I've been crushed to what is already in the coffin."

Hannah: "Paws to night, launch our plot; what, uh, is its intent, of its meaning in lawful act? If there could no reasonable act,where and what a sinful fact?"

END ACT III; BEGIN ACT IV, SCENE 1, 'Do Not Resuscitate'
French Brass 1; French Brass 2; Unknown Soldier 1; 

French Brass 1: "Justice to the left of thou, justice to the right; speak when thou are spoken to, yet  do counterfeit not thou art right. This life's not for living, 'tis for fighting and for wars."

Unknown Soldier 1: "If she hast the curves, I 'ave the angles, Sir."

French Brass 1: "Leaping raptors can shatter thy dreams. Blood flows 'i the desert, dark citadels sear in two: watch, look over thy shoulder. This one is strictly for thou."

Unknown Soldier 1: "Raptors? I callest them but a band o' rabbits. Campaign spawning a spray; rattattat tat. Called, t'were we, to illiminate thee AI sims where e'er their 'eads pop up. Our genes gluten-free give us our edge."

enter Disrespectful Page

Disrespectful Page: "Barely the time to burn thy toast. Dost mine humming bother thee?"

French Brass 2: "This is the first truth that this is thy own tongue is guilty."

Disrespectful Page: "Ye mayest well declare the devil weareth a size five dress; thy big bass drum clangeth as a symbol. All thy phones be immobile. Thy poetry cracks the heart."

French Brass 2: "Nearest thy wounded body I will plant a sign most visible: 'Do Not Resuscitate'."

END SCENE I; BEGIN SCENE II, 'Chasing Strange'
enter Brett; Dame Dina

Brett: "And taste of her light-colored soil is for the whole body. 'tis a sweet and delicious civet of sweat: o distress, continual from heaven, let it be aye so; not to speak of thou as one, yet as none; and let 'em not speak of thou all, because thou are constant!"

Dame Dina; "Keeper, glowing and fading, light and faeces of the star."

Brett: "And it is with you! For i was divided for love, for the nonce of the union."

Dame Dina: "Hither i was, the creation of the orb, that the pain of division was nought, and the joy of dissolution all."
Brett: "So should you be."
Dame Dina: "For seven woes, worry not. One is confident of unsinew'd joy; yet thou are mine chosen."

Brett: "No Mary oh; both pythons never strive for mine vows: both of 'em join thee; yet i love thou. Many people are confused and shall be for aye deafness of office."

Dame Dina: "Of mine love shall redeem egg from all pain. This is so: i swear by the wave of mine body; by mine holy heart and tongue; by all I grant, by all i summon of thou all."

Brett: "How have I sworn!"

Dame Dina: "The ardices never write: the rituals shall be half enrolled and half hid: ye are for all."

Brett: "Change it, change it; she is holy-cruel: not so; my partiality knows thy crafts: without Ashuda, obey my lusts. Telleth thy bee mine and ever; mine eagerness as it begins will persevere."

Dame Dina: "Here be a thought for thou; perchance thou can tiest most tight a knot innit."

Brett: "Thou are the kind of fire; orb blades at quick rpms."

Dame Dina: "Mine rhetoric will not change the book in one letter; But e'en though it is stupid, it will remind thee of the wisdom."

Brett: "There be boots in the air. Ye may have seen me duck a few times."

Dame Dina: "The uneasy spells; thou hast no imagining; the wick of the wand and the work of the sword; teach and learn."

Brett: "Oh let this husband material, O mystic, be yours, and I will be bidden by you."

Dame Dina: "O lover, if thou would, hie! there is no tie that can be combined yet divided: love is all a beshrew. Accurséd!"

Brett: "Mine wooing hast leadeth us to screwing. Mine place or thine?"

END SCENE II; BEGIN SCENE III 'Peace and Safety Belts'
enter French Brass 1; French Brass 2; Unknown Soldier

French Brass 1: "Thou shall be fortunate with this. That with thou all; 'i thy account thou shall receive thy credit."

French Brass 2: "Doth it, and none doth not say."

French Brass 1: "For a clean, unassuming intent, delivered from the lust of the issue, it is perfect 'i every way."

Unknown Soldier: "Muslim muslim ham or muslim mallow snow; No, no!"

French Brass 2: "Yet they hath the half: unite by thine art so that all disappear."

French Brass 1: "It is a word to say about the emotional mission. Hither! There are three problems, one of what be granted 'i three ways. The crude might not but pass by fire."

Unknown Soldier: "There are four gates to one palace; 'i there; and all the and the symbols of death. Let him enter presently into the four gates; shall he not sink? O! warrior, if thy servant thrones? Yet there are means and means. 'i brave apparel; also, take thy seal and summon of love as thou list, when, where and with whom thou are! Yet aye for me."

French Brass 2: "If this is not true; if thou confuse the signs of things, say: they are one; or say, they propagate; if this ceremony doth not befall to me, then expect the envy of evil hatch of envy!"

French Brass 1: "It shall renew the orb; e'en if thou are princes, shall not fright thou and shall not disclose it thee. Yet exasperate yours and the joy of the earth."

Unknown Soldier: "Hie hither! Thou ne'er see all the mysteries 'i it."

French Brass 2: "The baby of thy bowels, he shall see 'em."

French Brass 1: "Do not expect it from the east or west; because of this, the child is not expected. Only wouldest they understand some few; solve the first half of the equation, leaving the second unattended. Yet all of thou are clear, and some, though not all, 'i the dark."

Unknown Soldier: "Toss me under mine star!"

French Brass 2: "'tis also known as the blood of thine ear and the trees of eternity: with a circle 'i the middle, & the cross is red."

French Brass 1: "Yet i like it all, yet if thou sear mine incense under the stars of the night 'i the desert, grab me with a clean heart, and the flame that is bore there shall join to lie 'i mine lap. Yet whoso grants one particle of dust thou shall lose all at the like time. Thou shalt rise to the nations' lands with dignity and pride; I solemnly declare thou join to me 'i one coat, covered with a rich pate covering."

Unknown Soldier: "Those who worked Hiro-Pre-Karate adored me; Patient, because I pray."

French Brass 2: "At present, the Hybrid OF hell. No! A hidden cache."

French Brass 1: "Everywhere in the middle, as is the ocean, there is no Mecca."

Unknown Soldier: "Live on forever, the kitten Fu-ists."

French Brass 2: " 'tis I; modern. 'tis I; a complement to my naughty son. I'm unbroken and the bells ring mine name."

Unknown Soldier: "Mine life-long passion; a yogin hath summoned. It leaves thou naked; a proverbial flower or self-proclaimed phantom. A progression of creation takes siege inside a secret temple. Now that thou wot what an insight is, bid forth the flame of the heavens, e'en at the fountain. Bid without the blaze of the hare; without answers to old testament's questionnaire. She stands naked and raises mine secret object: 'i decree to return the child to the gate."

END SCENE III; BEGIN SCENE IV, 'Spelling Sideways Sideways'
enter Brett; Disrespectful Page

Disrespectful Page: "'tis after mid night. twere thee to letteth it hang out?"

Brett: "I doth disposeth of sixteen cigarettes anticipating: a shame of mine to obsess; to succeed at smoking. Since 'i be in tussles wi' mine leadership, 'i will fall to coughing.'e thinks he receiveth 'is permissions straight from Abraham's bossom. As long as he faileth to learn of the entertainments being had at our convenient convent; as long as he faileth to learn of mine packages received in secret from the Phoenician,'i, for pretence, letteth him drop me in victory."

Disrespectful Page: "If thy business goeth awry, then tomorrow thy departure."

Brett: "'i am alway to maketh a show of mine business. There is no business like business shown."

enter Law Enforcement Officer

Law Enforcement Officer: "A sting operation found sound and here ye be."

Disrespectful Page: "I shall confess what i wot without constraint: if ye pinch me as a pasty, I say no moe."

Brett: "A plague robber!"

Disrespectful Page: "I see a meddling constable."

Law Enforcement Officer: " i' thou pleaseth; may 'i see thy license an' registration."

Disrespectful Page: 
[fumbles around in waste coat; provides documents]

Law Enforcement Officer: "Ah, wrong fellow. Ne'er mind and on ye way."

Disrespectful Page: "'tis a day of luck for thee, sir. Wild horses canst drag me away."

Brett: "The commanders are very poor, as thou art. Breathe, thou, thy borrowed freedom."

Disrespectful Page: "I shall take the sacrament ace as thou hie."

Brett: "What a past-saving slave aye!"

enter Galatian Militaryist

Galatian Militaryist: "Implicated, mine lord: this is thy messenger. Mongers of war are the reason for war. Their scarf be a serpent, their hands; daggers wi' fingers."

Brett: " 'i trust thee to not trust those unworthy of thy trust."

Galatian Militaryist: "If thou be a' exorcist, thou must o' a certain be magician as well."

Brett: "Now let the light devour the men and eat them with blindness!"

Galatian Militaryist: "From the children of jesus, thou received a hat to encave the wet bitch's bag. Some thought this a big deal yet 'twere only some few thing."

Disrespectful Page: "The speaking pocket says 'tis primrose to record all of our fun."

Brett: "Fasten thy eyes, soft and get content for ye fun. Bury thee, the bag fastened in the shrouded warmth of Her tears."

Galatian Militaryist: "Aye, thou know not what thou've gotten thyself into: if thee lack fun in the game, thou know not what thou art doing. Thou are so far from thy godfather."

Disrespectful Page: "From the funkiest domain, if thou desire to, hast some fun, press with all thy might the fun button. Should thee be into thy trip, oh ay, fun for everyone!"

Brett: "She combines with me, my concubine; 'tis a good opportunity to look for, to navigate 'round, for some well-selected land."

Galatian Militaryist: "I be one of 'em, the uncommon one whom sucks."

Disrespectful Page: "Out of tribulation comes the son of the king of Yin, far from the world of fun; far away from the funeral of Jesus Christ."

Brett: "For 'em, I put fun into their spirits; we hark the trumpets of great fun!"

Galatian Militaryist: "I am one of 'em, the first one of the former; what thou see, write i' a book."

Disrespectful Page: "Twenty-eight things i've raised. Things thou spoke to me about; a zendian opposite, a silver and gold goblet."

Brett: "Fu hath mixed i' with the fun people initially, dressed with cloth and a golden belt."

Galatian Militaryist: "being baptized i' a fire of fun; Zane's eye watches on."

Disrespectful Page: "An' when thou sawest thou art good brass; thou stuffed thy laundering into a file."

Brett: "The actions of a man holding sharp twiddled sword, bearing a brow shining brightly."

Galatian Militaryist: "I am i' the law of which i am found. The dupp'd right hand was hot. Mara bids me to the night."

Disrespectful Page: "i am the living one; a son, I be alive for one hundred and one games of fun."

Brett: "The bag thou should'st hast, the bag thou are, and the bag thou shall water."

Galatian Militaryist: "On to the mystery of fun.."

END SCENE III; BEGIN SCENE IV, 'Peeping Bosoms'
Enter HELENA, Widow, and DIANA

Hannah: "This was granted to thee from thy Church of Demolition; thou see-est, thy scepter is in thine hand, stuck in the golden mural."

Madame Mumbles: "Damn! damn! 'tis a servant of both sides, whose trust makes thin business more welcomed."

Hannah: "Whom, metric, all's a friend the imagining of the man; more work to recovery life lived. Much better than heaven, we hast to try with thou; thou know not that mine sentence is a helper to a man. Meat, naked on a needle, shed with its hours of despair: 'tis naive to thinkest thou canst get rid of it. Below thy instructions for more information are provided thee."

Dame Dina: "If ye knowest the sun, they do not fall. 'For Weapon's Throne': it may be for those intentions. We have a comfortable convoy. You don't know that
We are full of noble evil."

Madame Mumbles: "Gentle woman, he never had a congregation whose trust earned as well as thine character."

Hannah: "Let's say, my dear impassion."

Dame Dina: "But with the word of this choice, it will bring lesser. We know we are so tired of the thorn. Only sons we are keen on. We are off; our frogs are ready to go on and on, including the courses that suck thee into desiring fame."

END SCENE IV; BEGIN SCENE V, 'Can't Believe It Isn't Margarine'
enter Mrs. C; Jonathan; Bozo Squeeze

Jonathan: "Further, nought, the dough doth not bother thou with a taffeta
fellow there, whom's resting in 'is safran wool. Thy token-in-life this hour is not thy home, more avant-garde, they are collied and we humble'em."

Jonathan: "A good lady, a good lady! Ye hast made toys out of mine crutches!"

Bozo Squeeze: "Indeed, sir, she'd be the runner-up to iceberg lettuce in the vegetable aisle."

Jonathan: "Imagine she be soaked i' herbs an' garlic."

Bozo Squeeze: "...whilst attempting Nebuchadnezzar's skill at producing thunderstorms. Nah..that doesn't work."

Jonathan: "An eye to mine 'fool meter' notices the needle deep into the red."

Bozo Squeeze: "A fool? If the lake be full o' fire, 'i darent jump in naked."

Jonathan: "If thee lack to compose sense, take it."

Bozo Squeeze: " 'i leave that fo' mine ex-wife."

Jonathan: "I know not why, ye be a man."

Bozo Squeeze: "Wearing flood pants."

Jonathan: "Qui c'est? un Français?"

Bozo Squeeze: "Amun, sir, a 'hat of an english name; above
from me there, france is hither."

Jonathan: "What prince is that?

Bozo Squeeze: "The black prince, sir; alias, the prince of
darkness; alias, Ozzy Osbourne."

Jonathan: "Horns of goat, tongue of serpent; head of dog, body of man.
He hath chosen to pervert God's land 'n his heaven, a garden Of unearthly delights."

Bozo Squeeze: "I am a woodland of fellowship, yet more fearsome than a
grass fire; Except the master I speak of everything holdeth a hotter fire. Ziggur is a Prince of this world; he maketh wide the toys on a larger scale."

Jonathan: "Thy character, I do not know as much as you. Thou canst scrub thy dirty tricks to see the jade sheen underneath.Thou be too sharp to be happy."

Mrs. C: "So it is. He hath no questions to darken 'is saccharine pockets. Names are in the hat. Let the goo loop according to thy patents."

Jonathan: "I am like a son; 'tis not kidding. 'i loveth the opportunity to talk about this minor matter; the majestic, comfortable and enjoyable reminders. If ye are not concerned, it may not be safe. How do ye feel about it?"

Mrs. C: "Two cups of contentment; one cup of consternation."

Jonathan: "Being cheesy and enchanted at thirty, 'i can but only agree."

Mrs. C: "It frees me to know that I don't know how it's done. Neither do 'i knoweth how mine son does it."

Jonathan: "If 'i be allowed to assist, Madame, ye put thy left foot in, ye put thy left foot out; then ye put thy left foot in once more and shaketh it about."

Bozo Squeeze: "For real, Madame, thy face is velvet cardboard; whether there is a scar on it or not. More skirt 'tis not less waste but more."

Jonathan: "A good liberal finds neither noble nor ignoble scars scary."

Bozo Squeeze: "A good liberal giveths me free libations liberally."

Jonathan: "As ye wax cavalier, the World's Halls are being lined with young soldiers."

Bozo Squeeze: "Understood, sir. Am 'i correct in mine assumptions that thou, indeed, are a good liberal?"

END ACT IV; BEGIN ACT V, SCENE 1, 'Meeting Four More: A Metaphor'
Enter Hannah, Madame Mumbles, Dame Dina

Hannah:"Ye have tried playing seven tricks. What cometh from such a slippery heart?"

enter Bob Barker

Bob Barker: "The human key alloweth me to effectively sue thy Majesty. The Owl is Chairman of the Board."

Hannah:"'I see' sayeth the blind woman."

Bob Barker: "I'm beginning to get moldy."

Hannah:"Thou shall want to score points, if thou never fall. Thou know not how to try it; I be grateful."

Bob Barker: "Dost thou like being in thy body?"

Hannah:"If t'were wrong, I'd sit i' a tub of whipping cream all the day."

Bob Barker: "Thy Majesty never does."

Hannah:"Not in mine presence at least."

Bob Barker: "He doth lack to shut thou up and put thy mind i' a cage; dictate the words that thou use. Freedom of speech goes up i' flames. When the censorship begins, they shall join for thou speaking thy mind becomes a sin political correctness breaking through with the suppression of ideas. Everybody pays the price and the price isn't right."

Hannah: "The king never does. 'i 'ope the act of sneezing stays nestled under Protection's wings."

Madame Mumbles: " 'ave ye noticed everything be a pain in the rear?"

Hannah: "All right. 'an that be the end of the sun! The Koch brothers are painful. I bet thee ye don't you get it."

Bob Barker: "i' a certain light they look asian."

Madame Mumbles: "I don't know what sins thou seeist in our Highness. But guns make me thankful it doth not matter more than thy ineptitude in thy kitchen."

Bob Barker: " 'i done a'right so far. Honed mine skills in justice system navigation coming out o' that viper's nest a' true champion."

Hannah: "Faked it and ye maked it."

END SCENE I; BEGIN SCENE II, 'Fortune Slut'
enter Bozo Squeeze; Disrespectful Page

Disrespectful Page: " 'i enjoy'd thy letter's stories, Flood. Ye are acquainted with mine friends. One of 'em was a judge of freshmen, Kleyder; e'en though he was drinking more than he ate, he grew up in a fortune wi' a spirits business."

Bozo Squeeze: "Fortune sluts. No less displeasing than ye average Easter sluts. Prey, let the wind handle it."

Disrespectful Page: "Nay, ye met four of 'em. We titled a previous scene to mark that occassion. Go back and read, God! man!"

Bozo Squeeze: " 'i only read metaphors if they be traveling downhill, sir."

Disrespectful Page: "Wot doth thou say if the metaphor travels uphill and has a pleasing odor against a downhill metaphor that stinketh?"

Bozo Squeeze: "Foh! Prithee, off: a fun paper wi' short sleeves. 'i'd to do it sitting."

enter Jonathan

Jonathan: "Make a fortune. If thy fortune be a mouse, the fox can eat it. Build a fishpond an' fill it wi' fish and the fox won't swim. 'i knowest mine logic has thee coughing up a worm."

Disrespectful Page: "Everybody in this country holdeth Fort Fertilizer scruples."

Jonathan: "Even thou wouldst go to Sue. She scratches 'erself."

Bozo Squeeze: "A dead issue; do not wrestle with it. Deaf ears are sleeping in a guilty bliss, so inviting, let me i'. Relate thee, accuse thou then take us with the floods. Cold hearted orb; thy language unheard, the vast sound of tuning out. Thy rash of negativity is seen one sidedly; then throughout the day, mankind playeth with grenades an' at night they might bait the pentagram, extinguishing the sun."

Disrespectful Page: "Their friends have provided a world."

Jonathan: "For a penny: Come on, ye don't know."

Bozo Squeeze: "Ye ask more than 'word,' then. Coke My Passion! Give me thy hand. How's your drum going?"

Disrespectful Page: "Oh thy mouth, sendeth me to the foothills!"

Jonathan: "Play thee at the devil's fun? Bring me a' egg an' I will show thee.
[Trumpets sound]
..'i heareth trumpets!"

END SCENE II; BEGIN SCENE III, 'Jewels Vernacular'
enter Sir Highness Our Majestic One; Mrs. C; Johnathan

Sir Highness Our Majestic One: "Mirror pearl, jewel of high estimation; Here are some of the best news: thy son showeth great sense of mind."

Mrs. C: " 'i careth not too much, but 'i doth show some shock by how far I was i' the right 'bout 'is natural rebellion."

Sir Highness Our Majestic One: "Mine hooded lady, the Cube be for teenagers, an' old ones alike; a hot burst o' revenge first vacuumed then drained the City Unprepared."

Jonathan: " 'i shineth not as the young man hath. Hath his Majesty abused 'is immense health to gain what spirits bringeth? Doth thy shiny kite 'ave victory in e'ry dog fight?"

Sir Highness Our Majestic One: "Let it be noted; we are fine, but there is still a tilt to our dear Earth. The nature o' war is a sick entertainment. We bust humps to bury our loins' fruit only for to brag, "Mine God is bigger than thine."

Interrupting Cow: "Ye led them, ye Highness."

Sir Highness Our Majestic One: "Hath the world called thee to ask for its phone back?"

Jonathan: "Stumped me again. What doth 'i owe ye now?"

Sir Highness Our Majestic One: "A world of demultation will prosper. Mine world 'tis a world washing the instruction manual away."

enter Brett

Jonathan: "There's a good cock."

Sir Highness Our Majestic One: "I be not at table of sport, thou shall see a son of hail: i' mine opinion, one thing: to the big beams distributor of clouds abound."

Brett: "Donate to me mine nostalgic showers."

Sir Highness Our Majestic One: "All is complete; Not one word more of the consumed time. Let's take the spell forward; For 'i am now aged, and for our quickest decrees, let the inaudible and bestowed feet of time affect us like the Daughter of our Lord."

Brett: "Admittedly, I think, 'i that to you. Dirty goosebumps the rush of infixing; concepts are upset perspectives. Thou, have just like many others, glow in shin color. There be several sciences to it all."

Sir Highness Our Majestic One: "If thou hast a good prize, thou shall want to send it to thy great companion: if thee lack to be fortunate, fried as a romance inside a hearty cottage, oft, displeasure, disillusionment an' something like acidic dust, ye shall be full o' a sleepless sleep."

Mrs. C: "What we see there is the first, O heavenly player! Let Noah find enough lumber for the Ark!"

Brett:
[holds out his ring finger]

Jonathan: "Dark torment on the table. The last fox goeth undefeated."

Brett: "Whatchu talkin' about, Willis?"

Sir Highness Our Majestic One: "Eat, pray for you, let me see it; I never spoke, often I was fasting. The ring may be; No, I'm bad, just like that, and everything's stinging. Help me fly from the darkened witch. If ye would, do ye want to remove it?"

Brett: "Gracious Sovereign, if thou canst get it off, the ring never comes off."

Mrs. C: "I be glad thou art home. Now didst thou very miss thy Hannah? 'i guess thou didst by the look 'i thy eye. Well, lay back and unbend while i put 'round thee mine good will."

Brett: "Fertile, she may be: In the case of other fun features, they seem to me, present. Her clothing be trendy, as well."

Sir Highness Our Majestic One: "Not the nature of wisdom as seen represented in th' jewel of thy lady's ring. Conceit is found i' her heart, but ye canst not win them all, am 'i right?"

Brett: " 'i bet she did not see that one coming."

Sir Highness Our Majestic One: "Thou speaketh it, ye don't have anything; You're going to lose that girl..
[Guards sing the harmony "you're going to lose that girl!"]
I be mor' amitious than thou, an' besides. 'i 'ave the power."

[guards seize Brett]

Interrupting cow: "Gracious sovereign, I'm not sure ye know this or not; but ye be a wicked woman stealer. Ye be a bruiser an' a cruiser; a rockin' rollin' Royalty wi' slicked back hair, skin tight jeans, cadillac horse and a teenage dream. Perhaps ye shouldst grow up."

[guards seize Interrupting cow]

Sir Highness Our Majestic One:
[reads]
"Upon her many protestations to marry me, whatever. I in scarlet to say it, 'i won. Now the vows that were to be quoth to Brett are forfeited to me, and that be. A seducer flourishes, and a base maid is undone."

Mrs. C: "Thou wot, Joshua is giving up!"

Sir Highness Our Majestic One: "Trick or treat, sweet to eat on Hallowe'en an' New year's eve. Yankee girls thou just canst not be beat yet Hannah is the meetest; sweeps me off mine feet."

enter Dame Dina; Madame Mumbles

Dame Dina: "Functional capital wrought: 'i paran, a vibrant fishing Vishnu."

Madame Mumbles: " 'i 'ave been more, 'i 'ave been one of 'em to bring me both a guide and a beshrew, thy women are on thou."

Sir Highness Our Majestic One: "Doth thou wot these tonight?"

Brett:
[frees himself from guards with a blast of chi]
"Mine master, thy chap'd threads, most couldst say they hang out: the tone of the world is next. Why do I note that I am a free man?"

Dame Dina: "Another is a weighty kiss; irregularly; if Jesus, from heaven's vows, a son can sow; And ye saith, far from the end of the year, either either or either none."

Jonathan: "Brother, thou hast conquered mine daughter."

Brett: "Mine people were not known; load thy jackals, leave a reply, cancel reply, thou might not but be logged in."

Sir Highness Our Majestic One: "Thou, flymin's imagining, thou hast to be ill, my friend; thou mightest e'en be discovered to be evil. Just sayin.."

Empty. 
Gathered i' a vortex, 
We are a pearl cultured. 
Please, soft, please enter. 
I know not aught at all; 
There be musical shears, double daring; 
Memorized stairs of shades with flares;
Spring heels, broken-down marches.
They greet the whore's son in the moon's motel; 
Big fulsome jones, wu wu, the martyr's tone..

Sir Highness Our Majestic One: "Yet, after mine thoughts, thou never fall. Thou shall be discovered to be: evil. Thou are i' mine mind."

Dame Dina: "Good, 'i am. Bet on a good thing, would ye trump it."

Sir Highness Our Majestic One: "Do you do it?"

Brett: "She was upfront, your Highness. A simple steamer to the camp."

Dame Dina: "He teases me, I have it; So much so, he'll have to give me a prize prayer. You won't believe it. Oh, the ring, whose nomenclature of validity is parallel."

Madame Mumbles: "He blushes. Amun 'it is: Conferred Dark hawk to the Savior of the Arrays. 'tis not just a man; that ring is proof."

Sir Highness Our Majestic One: "Doth thou regard thou know not what to try?"

Dame Dina: "I do not. 'i needs 'ave the keys but the keys be with the disrespectful page."

Jonathan: "I saw that human today."

Sir Highness Our Majestic One: "Thou shalt find 'im; An' whence thou dost so, thou shalt bring 'im to me."

Brett: "For a variety of performances? a slave?"

Sir Highness Our Majestic One: "He 'as mine precious."

Brett: "Here 'tis a front wedge to youth: She didn't know my family. We go with impediments in fancy shoes. Ye shall be happy with her fashion sense. 
We subdued our course: She got the ring; Ye 'ave it in a safe hand... the hand bears a Michael Jackson glove."

Dame Dina: "If ye don't have a tournament, can I dare you? I do not know why; Sins look tight on thee, 'i can read a man. Send for thy ring, ye can always get another one. I' not be that they are going extinct or anything."

Sir Highness Our Majestic One: "From that case, ye have it from the scrap aisle."

Dame Dina: "Keen eye, your Highness."

enter Disrespectful Page

Brett: "Okay, okay! Ye go me! 'tis the very same ring."

Sir Highness Our Majestic One: "Allow me get this straight. The wench 'i stole from thou was the wench that was not thine and the wench 'i left unmolested is thy unstolen wench?"

Disrespectful Page: "Funny gentleman: thy tricks are dead at sea; thy hearts are hamburgers."

Sir Highness Our Majestic One: "Page, thy button is undone."

Sir Highness Our Majestic One: "Made you look, ha!"

Disrespectful Page: " 'i too poor for buttons. That was just part of my lunch 'i 'ad earlier."

Jonathan: "'e knows how to beat them drums. It keeps 'im from looking for work."

Disrespectful Page: "Yeah, ye should play thy character. Take it off as far away, even struggle with the stick; limbo. 'i doth not even see thee unless thou be naked. We are promising to go and practice."

Sir Highness Our Majestic One: "At the top of them is there evidence? Therefore, confirm. The ring, thou sees, is yours?"

Dame Dina: "Sure thing."

Jonathan: "The woman's a coyote, your Highness; She call'd thy bluff."

Sir Highness Our Majestic One: "Guard!"

[guard seizes Dame Dina]

Dame Dina: "Oh rip the skirt! How cliche! 'i s'pose ye wouldst 'ave me walk the plank or something!"

Sir Highness Our Majestic One: "She does abuse our ears: To prison with 'er."

enter Hannah

Hannah: "Wot? Me cry? 'i got the man wi' the power 'an the money. Great Swords World Tour! What kind of joy!"

Jonathan: "Mine eyes smelleth onions."

Disrespectful Page: "Wait a minute for me; I know thou can play some minor percussion."

Sir Highness Our Majestic One: "Point to the lifeboat, ye can make a new cash flow."

And thus, they drifted from the past, forgetting that Amun was a vegetarian. At one time, all were happy and enjoyed each other's relations. But as it happens, a Jezebel hast to come around and ruin the party. This isn't a puzzle but a rash. Can someone please scratch it for me?

THE END