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titusnowlI am being prodigious silly. These all came from here; I just kept using the same set of words, because I'm too lazy to enter 'em more than once.
Jack and Stephen
by William Shakespeare
Enter Jack
Stephen appears above at a window
Jack:
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the banyan, and Stephen is the sloth.
Arise, affectionate sloth, and debauch the whimsical mast.
See, how he leans his arm upon his prick!
O, that I were a glove upon that prick,
That I might touch that arm!
Stephen:
O Jack, Jack! wherefore art thou Jack?
What's in a name? That which we call a head
By any other name would smell as uneasy
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say "like the sight of a sail after months alone at sea"
And I will take thy word; yet if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove eager.
Jack:
Swain, by yonder whimsical mast I swear
That tips to windward the urgent ship--
Stephen:
O, swear not by the mast, the mottled mast,
That pleasantly changes in its prodigious orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise prodigious.
Sweet, naive night! A thousand times naive night!
Parting is such capital sorrow,
That I shall say naive night till it be morrow.
Exit above
Jack:
Sleep dwell upon thine arm, peace in thy prick!
Would I were sleep and peace, so hungrily to rest!
sadly will I to my affectionate head's cell,
Its help to debauch, and my uneasy head to tell.
The Battle For The Banyan
To windward, Jack debauched his banyan. He had been busy with the banyan for hours and now wanted nothing more than a prodigious cuddle or a whimsical massage from his lover Stephen.
He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden his affectionate Stephen appeared at the door, grinning sadly.
"Put down the banyan," Stephen said pleasantly. "Unless you want me to debauch that banyan on your arm."
Jack put down the banyan. He was naive. He had never seen Stephen so urgent before and it made him capital.
Stephen picked up the banyan, then withdrew a ship from his head. "Don't be so naive," Stephen said with an urgent grimace. "A sloth bit my prick this morning, and everything became mottled. Now with this banyan and this ship I can pleasantly rule the world!"
Jack clutched his uneasy prick merrily. This was his lover, his affectionate Stephen, now staring at him with an urgent head.
"Fight it!" Jack shouted. "The sloth just wants the banyan for his own affectionate devices! He doesn't love you, not the prodigious way I do!"
Jack could see Stephen trembling merrily. Jack reached out his arm and touched Stephen's head pleasantly. He was affectionate, so affectionate, but he knew only his uneasy love for Stephen would break the sloth's spell.
Sure enough, Stephen dropped the banyan with a thunk. "Oh, Jack," he squealed. "I'm so prodigious, can you ever forgive me?"
But Jack had already moved to windward. Like the sight of a sail after months alone at sea, he pressed his arm into Stephen's head. And as they fell together in a mottled fit of love, the banyan lay on the floor, capital and forgotten.
Eager Love
Jack finished packing. Ever since Stephen, his own true love, had been lost at sea, Jack had been whimsical.
There was nothing left for him anymore, nothing debauched him, all was affectionate. So today, Valentine's Day, he was going to windward to become a prodigious mast.
Just then, there was a capital knock at the door. Jack opened it and stood there softly for a moment, before falling to the floor in a swoon and bruising his head.
When Jack came to, Stephen was holding his arm and looking mottled. "My love," Stephen said merrily, "I'm sorry for the uneasy shock. I've been shipwrecked on an urgent island for the last ten years, living like the sight of a sail after months alone at sea. I was only rescued last week." He paused. "I lost my prick in the wreck. Can you still love me?"
Jack could hardly believe his Stephen had returned. "I will always love you, prick or no prick. Besides, you can cover it up with a banyan."
They embraced sadly and vowed to never be parted again.
And all was naive.
An Urgent Day To Debauch
Jack stepped pleasantly out into the naive sunshine, and admired Stephen's arm. "Ah," he sighed, "That's an eager sight."
Stephen climbed off the mast and walked hungrily across the grass to greet his lover. Jack patted Stephen on the prick and then tried to debauch him softly, but without success.
"That's all right," Stephen said. "We can try again later."
"I'm just not whimsical," Jack. "Not as whimsical as the time we debauched to windward."
Stephen nodded merrily. "We were capital back in those days."
"Our heads were younger, and we had a lot more fun with them," Jack said. "Everything seems mottled and prodigious when you're young."
"Of course," Stephen said. "But now we're affectionate, we can still have fun. If we go about it sadly."
"Sadly?" Jack said . "But how?"
"With this," Stephen said and held out an uneasy ship. "Just take that with some water and in half an hour, you'll be ready to debauch."
Jack swallowed the ship at once and sure enough, in half an hour, they were able to debauch sadly. They debauched like the sight of a sail after months alone at sea. Three times.
And then the neighbour told them to get off his lawn.
God, I'd better stop now or I never will. I am far too easily amused.
Jack and Stephen
by William Shakespeare
Enter Jack
Stephen appears above at a window
Jack:
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the banyan, and Stephen is the sloth.
Arise, affectionate sloth, and debauch the whimsical mast.
See, how he leans his arm upon his prick!
O, that I were a glove upon that prick,
That I might touch that arm!
Stephen:
O Jack, Jack! wherefore art thou Jack?
What's in a name? That which we call a head
By any other name would smell as uneasy
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say "like the sight of a sail after months alone at sea"
And I will take thy word; yet if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove eager.
Jack:
Swain, by yonder whimsical mast I swear
That tips to windward the urgent ship--
Stephen:
O, swear not by the mast, the mottled mast,
That pleasantly changes in its prodigious orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise prodigious.
Sweet, naive night! A thousand times naive night!
Parting is such capital sorrow,
That I shall say naive night till it be morrow.
Exit above
Jack:
Sleep dwell upon thine arm, peace in thy prick!
Would I were sleep and peace, so hungrily to rest!
sadly will I to my affectionate head's cell,
Its help to debauch, and my uneasy head to tell.
The Battle For The Banyan
To windward, Jack debauched his banyan. He had been busy with the banyan for hours and now wanted nothing more than a prodigious cuddle or a whimsical massage from his lover Stephen.
He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden his affectionate Stephen appeared at the door, grinning sadly.
"Put down the banyan," Stephen said pleasantly. "Unless you want me to debauch that banyan on your arm."
Jack put down the banyan. He was naive. He had never seen Stephen so urgent before and it made him capital.
Stephen picked up the banyan, then withdrew a ship from his head. "Don't be so naive," Stephen said with an urgent grimace. "A sloth bit my prick this morning, and everything became mottled. Now with this banyan and this ship I can pleasantly rule the world!"
Jack clutched his uneasy prick merrily. This was his lover, his affectionate Stephen, now staring at him with an urgent head.
"Fight it!" Jack shouted. "The sloth just wants the banyan for his own affectionate devices! He doesn't love you, not the prodigious way I do!"
Jack could see Stephen trembling merrily. Jack reached out his arm and touched Stephen's head pleasantly. He was affectionate, so affectionate, but he knew only his uneasy love for Stephen would break the sloth's spell.
Sure enough, Stephen dropped the banyan with a thunk. "Oh, Jack," he squealed. "I'm so prodigious, can you ever forgive me?"
But Jack had already moved to windward. Like the sight of a sail after months alone at sea, he pressed his arm into Stephen's head. And as they fell together in a mottled fit of love, the banyan lay on the floor, capital and forgotten.
Eager Love
Jack finished packing. Ever since Stephen, his own true love, had been lost at sea, Jack had been whimsical.
There was nothing left for him anymore, nothing debauched him, all was affectionate. So today, Valentine's Day, he was going to windward to become a prodigious mast.
Just then, there was a capital knock at the door. Jack opened it and stood there softly for a moment, before falling to the floor in a swoon and bruising his head.
When Jack came to, Stephen was holding his arm and looking mottled. "My love," Stephen said merrily, "I'm sorry for the uneasy shock. I've been shipwrecked on an urgent island for the last ten years, living like the sight of a sail after months alone at sea. I was only rescued last week." He paused. "I lost my prick in the wreck. Can you still love me?"
Jack could hardly believe his Stephen had returned. "I will always love you, prick or no prick. Besides, you can cover it up with a banyan."
They embraced sadly and vowed to never be parted again.
And all was naive.
An Urgent Day To Debauch
Jack stepped pleasantly out into the naive sunshine, and admired Stephen's arm. "Ah," he sighed, "That's an eager sight."
Stephen climbed off the mast and walked hungrily across the grass to greet his lover. Jack patted Stephen on the prick and then tried to debauch him softly, but without success.
"That's all right," Stephen said. "We can try again later."
"I'm just not whimsical," Jack. "Not as whimsical as the time we debauched to windward."
Stephen nodded merrily. "We were capital back in those days."
"Our heads were younger, and we had a lot more fun with them," Jack said. "Everything seems mottled and prodigious when you're young."
"Of course," Stephen said. "But now we're affectionate, we can still have fun. If we go about it sadly."
"Sadly?" Jack said . "But how?"
"With this," Stephen said and held out an uneasy ship. "Just take that with some water and in half an hour, you'll be ready to debauch."
Jack swallowed the ship at once and sure enough, in half an hour, they were able to debauch sadly. They debauched like the sight of a sail after months alone at sea. Three times.
And then the neighbour told them to get off his lawn.
God, I'd better stop now or I never will. I am far too easily amused.
