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[adiva_calandia]

I have been WRITING.

I am currently too tipsy to continue working on stuff that requires thinking about deviations from iambic pentameter, but HERE IS A TASTE:

KING HENRY V:
I think, my lady, you forget yourself.
No subject should command their sovereign so.

LADY ELIZABETH:
I forget nothing. Such is a widow’s woe.
But peace.

KING HENRY V:
Do you still mourn him, lady?

LADY ELIZABETH:
     Mourn, my lord?
My lord Northumberland, my Hotspur? Ah,
With every breath I’ve drawn since he has died,
His dirge I’ve sung.
No songstress was I when alive was he.
It took his murder to waken song in me.

 

I HAVE REALLY MISSED SHAKESPEARE, GUYS.