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A Shakespeareish play of joy! 1st part completed!
[in the garden.]Oliver Cromwell, Tokugawa Cromwell,
Martha Cromwell, Grandfather Cromwell, Uncle Dugbert Cromwell,
his wife Barbara Cromwell, Hans Cromwell, a Knight, the Death,
King Hector, Fishmaster Jim, Adolph Hitler, a monster, some servants.
Oh, what pain describeth my hunger? For life
I wathn’t close to death.
Do noth hesitate to catch thee knife
Thour Uncle Dugbert sendeth thou
Be smart and take a huge deep breath!
To kill thee moloch! Thee natural foe!
Oh son of Oliver and mine, take care!
Thee knife thou carry is a sharp
One, which was builth
And to taunt
Trutht me and go to the wolve’th liar
And kill thee monster to manufacture a carp-
Et out of thee Satan’s servanth’s fur.
My beloved Uncle Dugbert-San
I will do what ever I can!
I will catch thee food and flesh and meat
Of thee animal’s vital organs.
Oh my grandthon! I will dance
Past-due is thee battle’s heat
Thou will encounter! But beware!
The animal thou’ll see in thee liar
Is a critter
Comparable with Hitler.
Dugbert, thou as brother-in-law
How do thou dare
To go so far?
To become sated without tear,
And sweat in reaching thee pear
Aloft in thee tree right here?
BARBARA & HANS:
Thee tree! Thee tree!
Thee highness to be!
A pear is noth enougth to appease
My hunger, I need a steak of thee beast!
I am proud of thou, my son!
I am sureth thath thour fight will be won.
Enter King Hector on a horse
It ith war! It ith war!
Thee Spaniets’th attack
Wath filleth with cruel gore
And ruthlessneth! I need
Evr’y man of yours!
To fill the courage’s lack
Which sizes evr’y hour.
Exit King Hector
Our lives! Our sonth!
We mutht retreat!
No, father, I will fight for our King!
Oh, there ith no greater honour to face Death
Than in a battlefield!
Greet God. Who has called me?
Look! Death! Grim reaper’s ring
Binds our dethtiny away from Heath
Of Heaven and from the sacred shield
God hath imposed on uth!
It foreshadowth! Thou will take
My only huthband and my son!
Take my spouse, who always wath
A danger to society! And make
A savage punishment to put upon
Him! But do noth take thee son of mine!
Ha! Ha! Ha! I am not fearing thine!
Oliver Cromwell draws his sword and stabs Death.
Outch! That was not very polite. Looks like I’m unwelcome.
BARBARA & HANS:
Banisheth Death with one sharp knife!
Will now he banish hith own wife?
Gloriouth Knight! Protect my son and
Give thour life for him!
I hath to face Death alone.
And bring him back in hith own land.
While thou are facing Grim
Reaper, I will neither groan
Nor moan. And when thou fight for fatherland,
Where thour son fallth, there I will stand!
So it will be! And now I head for Andalusia!
Exit Oliver Cromwell
Knight, my loyal comrade! You and me
Will face thee bestiality
To gain nectar and ambrosia!
Where hath thee master gone?
He followth hith king to glory fields
With his faith and sword and shields.
From the noble pond I run
Thee brutal beast’th liar
Is in thee cave right there!
Thee master mutht go fight it soon!
Thith ith a work for me to do!
I kill thee beast at afternoon
And tho exterminate the cu-
Rious animal! Knight, cont’d
Like thour father right in front!
Exit Tokugawa Cromwell and the Knight
I pray that they will be thave
BARBARA & HANS:
They’re gone! One to build a beast’th grave
Thee other one to free thee slaveth!
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