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Shakespeare Soliloquizing at Home

To be or not to be in London town; � � � � � �
plagued by armed bandits in dog-turd strewn streets, � � � � � �
arse racked bloody on lame nag's rough ride down, � � � � � �
and greets by sicked, pox-pricked-bawd's beggars bleats? � � � � � �
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Foul beer, stinking bacon and beds be damp � � � � � �
where Taverners are filthy cheating rogues, � � � � � �
the roiling smog brings ague and hand cramps, � � � � � �
chance of hen's teeth, not whole clay-pipes to smoke... � � � � � �
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But friendings there, Burbage and Marlowe, � � � � � �
if alive and our Globe, if not burnt ash, � � � �
I've new arch-villains while my light still glows � � � �
to engage my groundlings with verve and dash... � � � � � �
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This fire in my belly be fierce stuff � � � � � �
I shall hie away, I've tarried enough! � � � � �[ _exit house left_ ] � � � � � �
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A seamless integration � �
with the bard of Avon's � �
unwitting collaboration?

Written by Rew

Published 10th Nov 2023 | Edited 21st Jul 2024

Author's Note

Ln1 ' to be or...' �Prince Hamlet

Although the whole comes from nowhere and goes nowhere ie it doesn't add anything to the language and it will never be anthologised, it, pleaseth me.
Quite a few words here are Shakespeare originals or words adapted by him plus my inventions, of course.