Well, I've decided to try my hand at another Shakespeare-style thing. This time I was inspired more by King Lear and Julius Caesar.
Okay, let's hope it isn't a monstrosity.
Can I just say that writing in iambic pentameter is kind of hard?
Darn you, Shakespeare, you set the bar too high,
So there I must jump, or else learn to fly.
The Tragedy of the Decepticon
Act II, Scene I
A room in Shockwave's laboratory
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(enter Shockwave, Starscream and ST3V3. The Vehicon is injured, one wing drooping low.)
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Shock.
My lab assistant by his wrath damaged,
And merely for the chiding of a fool!
If such a trifle merits upbraiding
Then who of us may walk abroad in peace?
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Stars.
By Solus' Forge, he wrongs thee, friend, yet I
Might caution hesitance. For certain 'tis
That lesser mechs for honor are not meant.
If my lord is slack of former court'sy,
I pray thee hold it no fault of his own.
The Autobots grow riotous, 'tis true,
And all his thought is bent on their downfall.
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an aside
No ancient worm of fallen Eden's lies
Could outmatch this defusion of my speech,
For verily I 'most believed my words!
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Shock.
Nay, Starscream, do not give excuse for that which had no reason.
My lord's a cannon which left unchecked
May turn 'pon itself in self-destruction
Of unbridled temper, to the ruin of we
Who mindlessly serve, though it unseat us.
There is a time in a cause's journey
That finds fatal Fortuna's crossroads.
One road in state and safety slowly bound
Wherein th' abuses of mindless might
But slowly, slowly crush the spark of any reasoning mech.
The other considered, yet fraught with risk,
Calculated a danger and yet I deem
Ommitted, no further progress I'll make.
Yet can I pledge to take up this venture?
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Stars. (an aside)
Now 'tis well he hath no imagining
To speed him forth independent of me.
Now may my intentions carry us through
To full blossom of that plan which my fertile mind hath planted!
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ST3V3
What wakes in this chamber, I dare not name.
I take my leave and pray thou do the same.