2. A plague on both your houses..
3. There are more things in heaven and earth _________
4. O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do.
5. For thy sweet love remembered
6. Love comforts like sunshine after rain.
I'm with Faerie Lou. Enjoy some theater of the absurd.
"Hey-a Marshall," said Festus. "I just bought a new vacation home in Ocean Shores, Washington!"
"A plague on both your houses," said Matt.
"Ocean Shores is a nice spot, when it's not raining," said Festus, who apparently hadn't heard Matt's last comment. "It's like Heaven on Earth."
"There are more things in heaven and Earth, Festus, than hankering after a rainy house in Washington," said Matt.
"Rain don't bother me none. Love comforts like sunshine after rain," said Festus.
"Nothing comforts like Sunshine, morning noon or night," said Matt.
"My ears are burnin', boys," said Miss Sunshine, walking into the room.
"It is my lady! O, it is my love." proclaimed Matt. He was beaming, like to split his face in two. "For thy sweet love remembered to bring the pickles for our picnic!" Matt held up a bag.
"O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do," said Sunshine, and she leaned toward Matt, with anticipation.
Matt noticed that he had the bag of pickles in his hand, and promptly stuck it in his mouth.
Can i write a story using those quotes?
*thinks* hmmmm. --> "To be or not to be, that is the question." That's a toughie, not sure that i can write a story using shakespeare quotes but i may try "Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow" as right now i seemed to have spilled something on myself and i need to wash my hands! *arrguh* Wait, just a minute, okay? I'll be right back... (*footsteps descending*) (*the sound of water and washing*) "Out damned spot! Out I say... one, two: why then tis time to do't!"... (*footsteps ascending*)
*sighs* Okay, I'm back, and i think i got the stain out but... sadly my handkercheif with the embroidered strawberries is done for.. too bad for that. I'd ask Iago to fetch me another one but he's out on the town with Kate. She's a real shrew.
I'd tell you all about her, but it's kind of not nice to talk behind her back. They went out for a walk on this midsummer night. Personally i think, "how happy some o'er other some can be! Through Athens I am thought as fair as she!"
But, whateva! Oh great, here they come... Excuse me a minute sunshine, would you please? ..... *elevated voice* *indignatly* ..."O spite! O' Hell! I see you all are bent to set against me for your merriment! If you were civil and knew courtesy You would not do me thus much injury, can you not hate me as i know you do, but you must join in souls to mock me too?" (*door slams*)
*sighs* *tears* Sorry sunshine, it's too much drama! But what can i say, "all the world's a stage."
Okay, so anyways, back to the story. (*muffled sound of knocking* ) ... *pause* ....*sighs* I'm sorry... Hold on, okay? "There's a knocking at the gate! Come, come, come, come, give me your hand. What's done, cannot be undone" ... Oh really? these are for me? Okay thanks yo! Catcha later! (*door closes*) .*sighs* okay i'm back... it was my neighbour, Ophelia, she'd been out picking flowers for a bit. Um, Would you like some? I cannot possibly keep all these in one vase. Here Sunshine, "There's rosemary, that's for rememberance. Pray you love, remember? And there's pansies, that's for thoughts... There's fennel for you and columbines. There's a rue for you, and here's some for me. We may call it herb of grace o' sundays. O' you must wear your rue with a difference. There's a daisy. I would give you some violets, but they all withered when my father died."
.*sighs* Well anyways, i digress.. i'm kind of tired so i dont know that i could come up with a story. But, maybe i can another day? As for now i'm tired. and. *pause*... (*gentle knocking*) omg what is that?... Hold on just a minute.
"Is this a dagger which I see before me, the handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee"...*pause* (*more knocking*) ."Yea, noise? Then i'll be breif! O' happy dagger! this is thy sheath" *coughs* "there rust, and let me die.".. *gasps*...."heaven make thee free of it! I follow thee! I am dead Horatio. Wretched Queen, adieu!" .... *gasps*...."O, i could tell you - but let it be. Horatio, I am dead.."
(*thinks* --> unfortunately, this IS shakespeare so i have to die at the end.)
Well Sunshine, i'm tied and i doubt my brain will function long enough to allow me to write a story using shakespeare quotes so, I'm calling it a night dear one... "parting is such sweet sorrow, that i should say goodbye till it be morrow." Hence, I'm pooped. So I'm off "to bed, to bed, to bed!"
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