Act L; something to meditate on

[majestic-blue.livejournal.com]

[dictated as always]

Farewell? a long farewell to all my greatness!
This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth
The tender leaves of hopes, to-morrow blossoms,
And bears his blushing honors thick upon him;
The third day comes a frost, a killing frost,
And when he thinks, good easy man, full surely
His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root,
And then he falls as I do.

Hm. [The soft scrape of nails across a wooden desk, as if idly picking at something there.]

There is special providence in
the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not to come; if it be not to
come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come—the
readiness is all. Since no man, of aught he leaves, knows what is't
to leave betimes, let be.

[A different sound, now, tiny pieces of blown glass rubbing against each other over and over in the palm of Romeo's hand.]

How now, my lord, why do you keep alone,
Of sorriest fancies your companions making,
Using those thoughts which should indeed have died
With them they think on? Things without all remedy
Should be without regard: what's done, is done.

[ooc: Have some cryptic depressing Shakespeare for Romeo's 50th post! I'll tag in the morning though, I'm exhausted.]

Comments

[cloakand_danger]

An interesting piece, but it doesn't suit you well.

[majestic-blue.livejournal.com]

They're simply lines from a few different plays.

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

Done and gone and dust to winds. But still in memories kind heart.

[majestic-blue.livejournal.com]

Mm... You're right, of course.

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

Forgot Pucks.

Take my hand, if we be friends...

[majestic-blue.livejournal.com]

And Robin shall restore amends.

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[She steps up behind him, and wraps her arms around his shoulders dropping a kiss on the top of his head]

If we shadows have offended, think but this and all is mended: That you have just slumbered here, as these visions did appear...

[majestic-blue.livejournal.com]

[He can't help but smile a little, leaning into her hold.]

And this weak and idle theme, no more yielding but a dream... Gentles, do not reprehend: if you pardon, we will mend...

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[Sighs a little and cuddles him close, running her fingers through his hair slightly]

And as I am a most honest Puck, if we have unearned luck...

[majestic-blue.livejournal.com]

[He sighs at that, practically melting.]

Mmm... who cares about the next part...

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[Continues to pet his hair, crooning out the rest of the middle of Pucks quote.]

Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue, we will make amends ere long; else the Puck a liar call; so, good night unto you all.

[When she finished she just continues to snuggle him from behind, her fingers stroking through his hair]

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

Henry the Eighth, Hamlet and Macbeth.

Why these lines in particular?

[majestic-blue.livejournal.com]

I was trying to draw some line of thought between them.

[heliotroping.livejournal.com]

...

[majestic-blue.livejournal.com]

Hm?

[heliotroping.livejournal.com]

Just... reciting?

[majestic-blue.livejournal.com]

Trying to sort out my thoughts as of late.

[blazeofblue.livejournal.com]

[taps out a rhythm on the page]

[majestic-blue.livejournal.com]

[Romeo follows suit... with a Shakespearean recitation rhythm.]

[blazeofblue.livejournal.com]

...

[a quiet 'heh' then switches the tapping to another rhythm (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YTgBy1B-J40)]

[majestic-blue.livejournal.com]

[Romeo hums a song to it, nothing special.]

[blazeofblue.livejournal.com]

[stops, then]

Castle did the same thing to you, didn't it?

[majestic-blue.livejournal.com]

It did.

[a pause]

I hate waking up alone.

[blazeofblue.livejournal.com]

...

I guess we're both feeling a little 'blue' now, huh?

[majestic-blue.livejournal.com]

[a little hum of amusement]

I suppose we are.



Maybe we should race again.