Friday, December 21, 2012


trans-portable Shakespeare
webstruction by Roberto Lavidez
(lines taken from Antonius, Horatio, Trinculo,
Macbeth, Sonnets XCIV, Bottom)

Friends, Romans, countrymen,
Lend me your ears;
They have dealt with me
Like thieves of mercy;
But they knew what they did:
I am to do a good turn for them.
I shall laugh myself
To death at this
Puppy-headed monster.
A most scurvy monster!
I could find in my heart to beat him –
Do not muse at me,
My most worthy friends.
I have a strange infirmity,
Which is nothing to those
That know me.
They that have pow’r to hurt
And will do none
That do not do the thing
They most do show
Why do they run away?
This is a knavery of them
To make me afeard.

 ©robertolavidez2012

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