Modern shakespearean tale

[Mia]

Going to begin a story, told in Shakespearean 'like' language. You can use actual lines from Shakespearean plays and sonnets and writing.

The rules of the game as as follows:

• The story is modern but written in Elizabethan style language.

• You must write in Shakespearean/Elizabethean style english.

• It's not necessary that you use iambic pentameter.

• The writing of the story should remain within the realm of the possible.

• Attempt to follow the story line.

• You can rewrite Shakespearean quotes to fit the story line.

Some helpful quote sites:

Shakespeare Quotes: Top 50 Famous Shakespeare Quotes
William Shakespeare Quotes at AbsoluteShakespeare.com
Quotes About Shakespeare (590 quotes)
Shakespeare's Quotations: Quotes from Shakespeare Play's and Sonnets
Shakespeare's Plays

I'll start:

MacNabb lingered in the thick night, his kinsman's tears drowning in the wind.
What foul deed this thieving of a cut-purse, who would purloin a man's magic speaking machine, so necessary yet so small? 'Make thick my blood! he cried, such a horrid deed!

 

[StephF]

Fetch hither the constable. Who, sire ? Good Sir Seacole, master constable.
He is thought here to be the most senseless and fit man for the constable of the watch; therefore bear you the lantern. This is your charge !

 

[Mia]

The east glimmers with some streaks of dawn, as young Siward, (MacNabb's servant) holds aloft a solar lantern in the murky morn.

"Aye sire" "Who is he that was not born of a woman, with such fear of murderers on the heath!" I take my leave in search of Sir Seacole, that he may allay such thievery. And return in all good haste.

Siward departs.

 

[Mia]

Young Siward walks the bridle path as the sun rises, in search of Sir Seacole. One hand resting on his sword hilt.

'A man can die but once" Considers Siward, 'Aden wood is as filthy with bandits as a sailor's wharf, my Master does expect obedience in a servant.'
Siward walks on and reaches the darkened entrance to Aden wood and pauses. "Methinks I hear the sound of buzzing vespas."

Siward hastily jumps from the path as two riders bear down, spurring down their vespas, "What have we here?" Barks an armed and fashionable man, hand on his sword hilt.

"I be Siward, Sire, servant to Master McNabb, in search of constable Sir Seacole."
"And, you have found him young Siward, what be your business at so desolate an hour?"

"My Lord's Kinsman has been beaten and robbed, at break of dawn by bandits. He is hurt badly for such a paltry thing."

 

[Mia]

And what wast yond paltry thing? Inquires Master Constable Seacole.

"Twas a marvelous speaking machine, with paintings of such likeness as to maketh thee think these gents were here, inasmuch as ghosts art."

Methinks tis wast a crime, we must see your masters kinsmen in all valorous haste.

The men start their vespas as Siward prepareth to follow them.

"Oh how wast I born a liege-man, at which hour I hast the soul of a a warrior?" Thinks Siward.

Siward girds his loins and trots behind the buzzing vespas.