Posted on: January 3rd, 2010 Folio Chat Log #1623
by Hollan Lane
ScottishKing: I must depart anon. Unfriendly men crowd
my gates.
Pr05per0: An’ it pleases you.
ScottishKing: Should my lady seek me here, tell her of the
foe we face.
Pr05per0: Verily.
(ScottishKing logged off)
(Hal_23 logged on)
Pr05per0: Good morrow, my prince.
Hal_23: Good morrow. Thinkest thou I am thy prince?
Pr05per0: Wherefore would thou not never be my prince?
Hal_23: I cry you mercy! I speak in jest.
Pr05per0: It is by your mercy I do abide.
Hal_23: Speakest thou always with so straight a tongue?
Pr05per0: Wouldest like thou my tongue were crooked?
Hal_23: It liketh me not. Speak freely. Use thy
tongue in the manner God did intend.
Pr05per0: An’ it pleases you.
Hal_23: It pleaseth me well enough. Where art thou?
Pr05per0: An island on all sides surrounded by fens. . .
Hal_23: Jest not! Mine sides ache with merry making!
Pr05per0: Ho! Sits the wind in that quarter?
Hal_23: Thy mind is cluttered! Cleanse it or leave my
eminent person.
Pr05per0: Verily, verily. It is cleansed! I abide on an
isle of foul beasts, devils and spirits.
(Honourable_Man logged on)
Hal_23: An’ it like you?
Pr05per0: The beasts, devils and spirits liketh me well
enough.
Honourable_Man: Widowed, I am and seek the comfort of a
skillful wench.
Hal_23: Wise men to the devil depart . . .
Pr05per0: Hades liketh me not. Mine books are burn’d. Mine
soul cries mercy of the Lord.
Hal_23: An’ the Lord dost give it?
Honourable_Man: Dost a skillful wench abide within?
Pr05per0: I know not. Time of such making escapes my
grasp.
Hal_23: Thou willest catch it one day.
Pr05per0: Better in’t catch me.
Hal_23: Dost not matter who begins such a duel. Tis thou
wilt lose’t.
Pr05per0: Tis a duel all men of dust and spirit must lose.
(Honourable_Man logged off)
Hal_23: Verily.
(DrowningGirl logged on)
DrowningGirl: Good morrow, wizard. Good morrow, prince.
Pr05per0: Wizard liketh me not. Mine books are burned.
Hal_23: Good morrow, lady.
DrowningGirl: My mind liketh me not. Such ghouls do live
in’t that Hades seems a land of light and angels.
($$$Lender logged on)
Hal_23: Such sorrow! May I attend?
DrowningGirl: Attend me not, my lord. My lover spent a
fortnight pondering his father’s death.
$$$Lender: Needful of fish bait? 300 ducats for one part a
pound.
Pr05per0: He thinks too much; such men are dangerous.
DrowningGirl: An’now his hands doth drip with the blood of
mine own father.
Hal_23: What knave is this?
$$$Lender: Ask for Antonio tomorrow you shall find him a
grave man.
DrowningGirl: His name matters not.
Pr05per0: The devil damn him black!
DrowningGirl: No, my lord. Rain not damnation on his head.
I cry you mercy! I must depart.
Hal_23: Dear lady, depart not!
DrowningGirl: Adieu, my lords. A fountain awaits. . .
(DrowningGirl logged off)
($$$Lender logged off)
Hal_23: Lady! Lady! She hath gone to commit some terrible
act, I fear.
Pr05per0: Verily. An’ not we can do wilt stop her.
Hal_23: Our revels now are ended.
Pr05per0: An’ the rain it raineth every day. Look up, mine
prince. The sun doth break the clouds.
Hal_23: Oh aye.
(ScottishKingLover logged on.)
ScottishKingLover: My lord? Where art thou, my lord? Spot,
be gone!
Pr05per0: The lord you seekest hast depart’d to face an
enemy at the gates.
Hal_23: So close?
Pr05per0: Aye. Usurping liketh him not.
ScottishKingLover: My lord’s hand’s stained as mine own!
Hal_23: It liketh not my father, either.
Pr05per0: Touché.
ScottishKingLover: My lord engages the enemy on our
doorstep?
Pr05per0: Of a certainty.
ScottishKingLover: I shall seek him out yonder window and
return anon.
(Network down 16:24)
(Reconnecting 16:32)
Hal_23: Good sir, thou hast returned?
Pr05per0: Verily, my prince. Where art the lady?
Hal_23: Perhaps the window liketh her not.
4 Responses to “Folio Chat Log #1623”
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Evan Jensen Says:
January 3rd, 2010 at 2:29 pmI wonder… are those ALL direct quotations? Verily, that wouldst o’erflower with astonishment.
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Hollan Says:
January 5th, 2010 at 1:37 pmThey are not all direct quotations, only some ^_^
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Masonian Says:
January 6th, 2010 at 11:01 pmOh wow! Very cool piece.
It’s not steampunk, it’s e-lizabithan (D’oh, I pun myself to death) The chat prowlers logging in and off are a particularly deft touch. (“…a skillful wench…?” we all know THOSE guys.)
You know… i never realized the similarity between chat text and plays.
Good stuff Hollan. We want to read more! -
billie Says:
January 7th, 2010 at 9:39 amI have to admit. Of all your cast of rather famous characters my favorite was $$$Lender.
