Kodi and Dusty Shakespeare by 075 prouductions, writer Arcturus075.
Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life; Whole misadventured piteous overthrows Do with their death bury their parents' strife. The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love, And the continuance of their parents' rage, Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
Sumac and Yak walked the streets of Nome; they always; since of their lords kept a heavy watch for Montague, and Capulet family. Sumac turned to Yak, “Yak o' my word, we'll not carry coals.”
Yak answered him, “No, for then we should be colliers.”
Sumac cocked his head, “I mean, an we be in choler, we'll draw.”
Yak twitched his ear, “Ay, while you live, draw your neck out o' the collar.”
Sumac twitched at his remark, “I strike quickly, being moved.”
Yak felt himself twitch, “But thou art not quickly moved to strike.”
Sumac answered with a tone, “A dog of the house of Montague moves me.”
Yak didn’t like what he heard, “To move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand: therefore, if thou art moved, thou runn'st away.”
Sumac slightly scoffed at Yak, “A dog of that house shall move me to stand: I will take the wall of any man or maid of Montague's.”
Yak kept his best to keep himself calm, “That shows thee a weak slave; for the weakest goes to the wall.”
Sumac made a slight laugh, “True; and therefore women, being the weaker vessels, are ever thrust to the wall: therefore I will push Montague's men from the wall, and thrust his maids to the wall.”
Yak temper was heated, “The quarrel is between our masters and us their men.”
Sumac kept going out at the house of the Montague’s, “'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: when I have fought with the men, I will be cruel with the
maids, and cut off their heads.”
Yak lowered his brows, “The heads of the maids?” he asked in a rude tone.
Sumac smiled at Yak, “Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads; take it in what sense thou wilt.”
Yak to breath to calm himself, “They must take it in sense that feel it.”
Sumac felt higher then Yak at this point, “Me they shall feel while I am able to stand: and 'tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh.”
Yak’s temper was raising, “'Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou hadst been poor John.” Draw thy tool! Here comes two of the house of the Montagues.”
Sumac felt in threatened “My naked weapon is out: quarrel, I will back thee.”
Yak was surprised, “How! turn thy back and run?”
Sumac kept his stand, “Fear me not.”
Yak answered him “No, marry; I fear thee!”
Sumacs tried think as if not tempered, “Let us take the law of our sides; let them begin.”
Yak nodded to Sumac, “I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as they list.”
Sumac didn’t like what he heard. “Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them; which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.”
As he finished talking Kaltag and Star had walked by the two, Kaltag waved at Yak as a hello, Sumac bit his paw at them.
Star turned to Sumac, “Do you bite your paw at us, sir?” he asked.
Sumac answered him, “I do bite my paw, sir.”
Star twitched, “Do you bite your paw at us, sir?” he asked again losing his patience.
Sumac replied turning to Yak, “Is the law of our side, if I say ay?”
Yak quickly responded, “No.”
Sumac turned back to Star “No, sir, I do not bite my paw at you, sir, but I bite my paw, sir.”
Yak having it be obvious, “Do you quarrel, sir?”
Star answered sarcastically “Quarrel sir! no, sir.”
Sumac having the odds against him tried to think not too rash, “If you do, sir, I am for you: I serve as good a man as you.”
Star seeing he was backing down stopped as well, “No better.”
Sumac nodded his head, “Well, sir.”
Yak was still unsure, “Say 'better:' here comes one of my master's kinsmen.”
Sumac swallowed his temper flaring, “Yes, better, sir.”
Star quickly called out, “You lie.”
Sumac almost yelled, “Draw, if you be men. Yak, remember thy swashing blow.”
Yak went for his throat, Sumac backed off but showed his teeth, and bite back. Star joined the fight Sumac swung his paw at him almost hitting his face.
Kirby finished talking to someone as he saw the fight he ran straight into it, “Part, fools! Put up your fangs; you know not what you do.” Star and Yak lowered their mussels to cover their fangs; it took a little bit after before Sumac did the same.
Kirby felt slightly relieved when he dog he hoped could help the fight end. Thunder seemed walked to Kirby with a slight smile, “What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? Turn thee, Kirby, look upon thy death.”
Kirby felt hope fade, “I do but keep the peace: put up thy fang, or manage it to part these men with me.” Kirby slightly begged his temper shrinking fast.
Thunder laughed at Kirby, it made him growl, “What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word, As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee: Have at thee, coward!”
Kirby lost his temper and jumped out at Thunder. Thunder being a great fighter was able to dodge it. The fighting started again. Sumac jumped at Star biting his shoulder Star did his bet to kick him off.
Yak hit Sumac off for star, Kirby tried to head but Thunder but he hit his throat before it could happen. With all the noise more dogs from Capulet and Montague quickly joined the fight, it grew greatly.
Thunder was pinned down by another dog from Montague but kicked him off to a wooden box breaking it. Kirby was distracted with another dog he bit the dogs leg and threw him.
Steele came to all the noise with his mate Hosanna. “What noise is this? Give me my long sword, ho!” Steele referred to a long dagger.
Hosanna answered not pleased, “A crutch, a crutch! why call you for a sword?” she asked.
Steele answered angrily “My sword, I say! Old Montague is come, And flourishes his blade in spite of me.” A dog that served Steele gave him his dagger Steele grabbed with his mouth and ran into the battle stabbing a dog with it.
Other dogs not in the Montague or Capulet shouted for them to stopped for it would wake the humans.
Balto hearing the noise ran to the scene as well with Jenna. “Thou villain Capulet,--Hold me not, let me go.”
Jenna bit his scruff, “Thou shalt not stir a foot to seek a foe.” Balto growled but obeyed.
Even Boris had heard the noise he was grown to basically the prince or ruler of Nome, some birds flew with him, and dogs that were considered the best fighters in Nome followed below him.
Boris started shouting, “Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,--
Will they not hear?” he waited for the fighting to stop seeing they the dogs of Montague and Capulet refused to stop.
He shouted again, “What, ho! you men, you beasts, That quench the fire of your pernicious rage With purple fountains issuing from your veins, On pain of torture, from those bloody hands Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the ground, And hear the sentence of your moved prince!” the demand and threat was heard uncared for.
His temper was flaring, “Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word, By thee, old Capulet, and Montague, Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets, And made Verona's ancient citizens Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments, To wield old partisans, in hands as old, Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate: If ever you disturb our streets again, Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.”
He could see some started to stop, he continued “For this time, all the rest depart away: You Capulet; shall go along with me: And, Montague, come you this afternoon, To know our further pleasure in this case, To old Free-town, our common judgment-place. Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.” Hearing these words finally made the fighting stop.
Steele did as he was told by Boris, the fighting had stopped servants of both houses went out to do there best to heal the wounded and dead. The dogs of Nome, was tired of the Montague and Capulet family fighting.
Kirby walked up to Balto and Jenna, he could tell that Balto wanted some answers by the look he gave him. Kirby himself wasn’t very wounded.
Balto saw his wounds where small and went to his question, “Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach?
Speak, nephew, were you by when it began?”
Kirby sighed but answered his lord, “Here were the servants of your adversary, And yours, close fighting ere I did approach: I drew to part them.” Kirby tone changed with anger, “In the instant came The fiery Thunder, with his fangs prepared, Which, as he breathed defiance to my ears, He swung about his head and cut the winds, Who nothing hurt withal hiss'd him in scorn: While we were interchanging thrusts and blows, Came more and more and fought on part and part, Till the prince came, who parted either part.” He knew he went slightly over with his temper still high from the fight. Balto didn’t mind it.
Jenna was looking out at the street where the fight rather riot took place she scanned it. She turned to Kirby with desperate eyes, “O, where is Kodi? Saw you him to-day? Right glad I am he was not at this fray.”
Kirby closed his eyes and sighed, he did not like to think of Kodi right now but he answered his lady with a sigh, “Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun Peer'd forth the golden window of the east, A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad.”
He continued, “Where, underneath the grove of sycamore That westward rooteth from the city's side, So early walking did I see your son: Towards him I made, but he was ware of me And stole into the covert of the wood: I, measuring his affections by my own, That most are busied when they're most alone, Pursued my humor not pursuing his, And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me.”
Balto nodded his head Kodi had been depressed for sometime, “Many a morning hath he there been seen,
With tears augmenting the fresh morning dew.
Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs;
But all so soon as the all-cheering sun.”
Balto shook his head, “Should in the furthest east begin to draw The shady curtains from Aurora's bed,
Away from the light steals home my heavy son,
And private in his chamber pens himself.”
Balto continued sad but slightly annoyed, “Shuts up his windows, locks far daylight out And makes himself an artificial night: Black and portentous must this humor prove, Unless good counsel may the cause remove.”
Kirby paused thinking about the matter, “My noble uncle, do you know the cause?”
Balto again shook his head at Kirby, “I neither know it nor can learn of him.”
Kirby looked at him more carefully, “Have you importuned him by any means?”
Balto nodded his head at him, “Both by myself and many other friends: But he, his own affections' counsellor,
Is to himself--I will not say how true--But to himself so secret and so close.”
He raised his head as if thinking aloud, So far from sounding and discovery, As is the bud bit with an envious worm, Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air, Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.”
He looked at Kirby with a smile, “Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow. We would as willingly give cure as know.” He moved his eyes to seeing Kodi walking down another street walking in a depressing way; his eyes to the ground, his tail seemed like it was being dragged.
Kirby smiled back with a wink, “See, where he comes: so please you, step aside; I'll know his grievance, or be much denied.”
Balto smiled “I would thou wert so happy by thy stay,
To hear true shrift. Come, madam, let's away.” He nuzzled Jenna as the walked off, she followed him.
Kirby smiled and turned around seeing Kodi walking slowly, he slightly laughed as he came up to him, “Good-morrow, cousin.”
Kodi raised his head slowly he closed his eyes and opened them, “Is the day so young?”
Kirby looked in the distance seeing the church’s clock, “But new struck nine.”
Kodi lowered his head again, “Ay me! Sad hours seem long. Was that my father that went hence so fast?”
Kirby not wanting to tell him of riot that had happened stayed off the subject mostly, “It was. What sadness lengthens Kodi's hours?”
Kodi paused but answered, “Not having that, which, having, makes them short.”
Kirby slowly asked, “In love?”
Kodi sorrowfully answered him, “Out.”
Kirby made sense of it, “Of love?”
Kodi his head still down nodded, “Out of her favor, where I am in love.”
Kirby put his paw on his shoulder, “Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!”
Kodi raised his head finally with despair in face, “Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will! Where shall we dine? O me! What fray was here? Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.”
He turned away from Kirby, “Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will! Where shall we dine? O me! What fray was here? Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.”
He looked at the wall as if the world was going to end, as that how he spoke, “O any thing, of nothing first create! O heavy lightness! serious vanity!
Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms! Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health!”
He continued the sorrow in voice growing, “Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is! This love feel I, that feel no love in this. Dost thou not laugh?”
Kirby was rather surprised at Kodi, “No, coz, I rather weep.”
Kodi slowly turned to him again, “Good heart, at what?”
Kirby answered him trying to comfort him, “At thy good heart's oppression.”
Kodi whimpered a slight bit, “Why, such is love's transgression. Grief’s of mine own lie heavy in my breast, Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest
With more of thine.”
He sat down despair taking him even more, “this love that thou hast shown Doth add more grief to too much of mine own. Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs; Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;
Being vex'd a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears.”
He lowered his head again his sorrow was obvious, “What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall and a preserving sweet. Farewell, my coz.” He slowly stood up and started to walk away.
Kirby walked up to his side, “Soft! I will go along;
An if you leave me so, you do me wrong.”
Kodi shook his head, Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here; This is not Kodi, he's some other where.”
Kirby wanting to help asked, “Tell me in sadness, who is that you love?”
Kodi stopped, “What, shall I groan and tell thee?”
Kirby shook his head, “Groan! Why, no. But sadly tell me who.”
Kodi lowered his head lower then before, “Bid a sick male in sadness make his will: Ah, word ill urged to one that is so ill! In sadness, cousin, I do love a female.”
Kirby urged him on, “I aim'd so near, when I supposed you loved.”
Kodi slightly raised his head, “A right good mark-man! And she's fair I love.”
Kirby nodded his head to him, “A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.”
Kodi lowered his ears, “Well, in that hit you miss: she'll not be hit With Cupid's arrow; she hath Dian's wit; And, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd,
From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd.”
He raised his, with his voice too with despair, “She will not stay the siege of loving terms, Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes, Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold.”
He lowered his voice now with his head, “O, she is rich in beauty, only poor, that when she dies with beauty dies her store.”
Kirby looked down for a second, “Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste?”
Kodi stopped walking, Kirby stopped as well, “She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste, For beauty starved with her severity Cuts beauty off from all posterity.”
He moved his eyes away from Kirby, “She is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair, To merit bliss by making me despair: She hath forsworn to love, and in that vow
Do I live dead that live to tell it now.”
Kirby was slightly annoyed with him, “Be ruled by me, forget to think of her.”
Kodi turned to him, “O, teach me how I should forget to think.”
Kirby answered as if telling him common sense, “By giving liberty unto thine eyes; Examine other beauties.”
Kodi sighed and turned away from him, “'Tis the way
To call hers exquisite, in question more: These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows Being black put us in mind they hide the fair.”
He turned his away “He that is strucken blind cannot forget The precious treasure of his eyesight lost:
Show me a mistress that is passing fair.”
He turned his head to look down again, “What doth her beauty serve, but as a note Where I may read who pass'd that passing fair? Farewell: thou canst not teach me to forget.”
Kirby twitched annoyed, “I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt.”
Some hours passed, on another Street of Nome, Steele with his servant was talking of matters, with Niju. “But Montague is bound as well as I, In penalty alike.” Steele paused. “And 'tis not hard, I think,
For men so old as we to keep the peace.”
Niju nodded agreeing with him, “Of honourable reckoning are you both; And pity 'tis you lived at odds so long. But now, my lord, what say you to my suit?”
Steele didn’t answer him immediately, “But saying o'er what I have said before: My child is yet a stranger in the world; She hath not seen the change of fourteen months.”
Steele didn’t want to give her daughter so quickly she was an only child, “Let two more summers wither in their pride, Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.” Steele in a sense begged.
Niju paused, “Younger than she are happy mothers made.”
Steele swallowed, “And too soon marr'd are those so early made. The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she, She is the hopeful lady of my earth.”
Paris waited for him to continue as he did, “But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart, My will to her consent is but a part; An she agree, within her scope of choice Lies my consent and fair according voice.”
He cleared his voice, “This night I hold an old accustom'd feast, Whereto I have invited many a guest, Such as I love; and you, among the store, One more, most welcome, makes my number more.”
He added on “At my poor house look to behold this night Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light:Such comfort as do lusty young men feel
When well-apparell'd April on the heel Of limping winter treads.”
He went on before Niju could start, “even such delight
Among fresh female buds shall you this night Inherit at my house; hear all, all see, And like her most whose merit most shall be.”
Niju tried to say something but he raised his paw so he could finish, “Which on more view, of many mine being one May stand in number, though in reckoning none, Come, go with me.”
He went to his servant, with paper “Go, sirrah, trudge about Through fair Nome; find those persons out Whose names are written there, and to them say, My house and welcome on their pleasure stay.” Steele and Niju walked off leaving the servant.
The dog looked at the paper it wasn’t best writing he’d seen, he passed back and fourth, Find them out whose names are written here! It is written, that the shoemaker should meddle with his yar and the tailor with his last, the fisher with his pencil, and the painter with his nets; but I am sent to find those persons whose names are here writ, and can never find what names the writing person hath here writ. I must to the learned.--In good time d.” he said aloud, he needed to learn how to read. He looked up seeing Kirby and Kodi walking near by.
Kirby was still trying comfort him, “Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish; Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning.”
He looked seeing the servant but continued, “One desperate grief cures with another's languish: Take thou some new infection to thy eye, And the rank poison of the old will die.”
Kodi got half annoyed but still was depressed more then anything, “Your plaintain-leaf is excellent for that.”
Kirby was almost fid up with Kodi, “For what, I pray thee?”
Kodi raised his head to make eye contact “For your broken shin.”
Kirby didn’t move, “Why, Kodi, art thou mad?”
Kodi return to having his head down again, “Not mad, but bound more than a mad-man is; Shut up in prison, kept without my food, Whipp'd and tormented and--God-den.” Kodi noticed the servant. “Good fellow.”
The dog seemed happy to see them, “God gi' god-den. I pray, sir, can you read?” he asked with hope in his voice.
Kodi nodded his head, “Ay, mine own fortune in my misery.”
The dog slightly wagged his tail, “Perhaps you have learned it without book: but, I pray, can you read any thing you see?”
Kodi sighed, “Ay, if I know the letters and the language.”
The dog seemed overjoyed, “Ye say honestly: rest you merry!”
Kodi walked up to set next to him, “Stay, fellow, I can read.” He looked at the paper who ever wrote should write better. “'Signior Martino and his wife and daughters; County Anselme and his beauteous sisters; the lady widow of Vitravio; Signior Placentio and his lovely nieces; Mercutio and his brother Valentine; mine uncle Capulet, his wife and daughters; my fair niece Rosaline.” He paused, “Livia; Signior Valentio and his cousin Tybalt, Lucio and the lively Helena.' A fair assembly: whither should they come?” he asked.
The dog happily answered, “Up.”
Kodi shook his head, “Whither?”
The dog answered him again, “To supper; to our house.”
Kodi paused, “Whose house?”
The dog quickly answered again, “My masters.”
Kodi turned his head knowing that was the obvious, “Indeed, I should have ask'd you that before.”
The dog stood up and started to walk away he turned slightly as he went away, “Now I'll tell you without asking: my master is the great rich Capulet; and if you be not of the house of Montagues, I pray, come and crush a cup of wine. Rest you merry!”
Kirby slightly smiled at Kodi, “At this same ancient feast of Capulet's Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lovest, With all the admired beauties of Verona.”
He pointed out, “Go thither; and, with unattainted eye, Compare her face with some that I shall show,
And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.”
Kodi didn’t believe him and shook his head, “When the devout religion of mine eye Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires; And these, who often drown'd could never die.”
He sighed, “Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars!
One fairer than my love! the all-seeing sun Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun.”
Kirby to a breath, “Tut, you saw her fair, none else being by, Herself poised with herself in either eye:
But in that crystal scales let there be weigh'd.”
He added on, “Your lady's love against some other maid
That I will show you shining at this feast, And she shall scant show well that now shows best.”
Kodi sighed depressed, “I'll go along, no such sight to be shown, But to rejoice in splendor of mine own.”
At the Capulet’s house Hosanna went to find her daughter Dusty. She had been searching for her for a small bit. She went to check her room.
“Dipsy, where's my daughter? Call her forth to me.” Hosanna asked Dipsy.
Dipsy answered quickly, “Now, by my maidenhead, at twelve month old, I bade her come. What, lamb! What, ladybird! God forbid! Where's this girl? What, Dusty!”
Dusty walked into her room; from the balcony outside. “How now! Who calls?”
Dipsy answered her, “Your mother.”
Dusty didn’t really now her mother Dipsy had been more of her mother then her own mother was. “Madam, I am here. What is your will?”
Hosanna paused a bit before answering her, “This is the matter: --Nurse, give leave awhile, We must talk in secret: --nurse, come back again; I have remember'd me, thou's hear our counsel. Thou know'st my daughter's of a pretty age.” Hosanna truly didn’t know her daughter and always talked to her formally.
Dipsy was always a bit excited, “Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.”
Hosanna paused, “She's not fourteen?”
Dipsy almost answered before she finished, “I'll lay fourteen of my teeth, and yet, to my teeth be it spoken, I have but four She is not fourteen. How long is it now To Lammas-tide?”
Hosanna was annoyed with Dipsy, “A fortnight and odd days.”
Dipsy moved next to Dusty, “Even or odd, of all days in the year, Come Lammas eve at night shall she be fourteen. Susan and she God rest all Christian souls! Were of an age: well, Susan is with God; She was too good for me: but, as I said, On Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen; that shall she, marry; I remember it well.”
She looked at Hosanna with a smile, “'Tis since the earthquake now eleven months; And she was wean'd,--I never shall forget it, Of all the days of the year, upon that day: For I had then laid wormwood to my dug,
Sitting in the sun under the dove-house wall.”
She added on as more went into her head, “My lord and you were then at Anchorage: Nay, I do bear a brain: but, as I said, When it did taste the wormwood on the nipple Of my dug and felt it bitter, pretty fool,
To see it tetchy and fall out with the dug!”
Hosanna twitched her brow as Dipsy went on, “Shake quoth the dove-house: 'twas no need, I trow,
To bid me trudge: And since that time it is eleven months; For then she could stand alone; nay, by the rood, She could have run and waddled all about.”
She made face but before anyone could speak she continued, “For even the day before, she broke her brow: And then my husband God be with his soul!
A' was a merry male took up the child: 'Yea,' quoth he, 'dost thou fall upon thy face?”
She moved up to Hosanna as still rampaged on remembering things, “Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit; Wilt thou not, Jule?' and, by my holidame, The pretty wretch left crying and said 'Ay.'
To see, now, how a jest shall come about!”
She stopped in front Hosanna, “I warrant, an I should live a thousand years, I never should forget it: 'Wilt thou not, Jule?' quoth he; and, pretty fool, it stinted and said 'Ay.'” She finished with a smile.
Hosanna spoke quickly so she couldn’t start up again, “Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy peace.”
Dipsy happily nodded her head, “Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose but laugh, To think it should leave crying and say 'Ay.' And yet, I warrant, it had upon its brow A bump as big as a young cockerel's stone;
A parlous knock; and it cried bitterly: 'Yea,' quoth my husband,'fall'st upon thy face? Thou wilt fall backward when thou comest to age; Wilt thou not, Jule?' it stinted and said 'Ay.'”
Dusty even became tired of the Dipsy rampage, “And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, say I.”
She turned to her, “Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace! Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed: An I might live to see thee married once, I have my wish.”
Hosanna sighed with ‘finally’ in it, “Marry, that 'marry' is the very theme I came to talk of. Tell me, daughter Dusty, How stands your disposition to be married?”
Dusty wasn’t really thrilled, “It is an honor that I dream not of.”
Dipsy started talking before the other two, “An honor! were not I thine only nurse, I would say thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy teat.”
Hosanna looked at the Dipsy for the fairly rude comment but continued, “Well, think of marriage now; younger than you, Here in Nome, ladies of esteem,
are made already mothers: by my count, I was your mother much upon these months That you are now a maid. Thus then in brief: The valiant Niju seeks you for his love.”
Dipsy had heard and seen him before, “A man, young lady! lady, such a man As all the world-why, he's a male of wax.”
Hosanna agreed with Dipsy on that, “Nome's summer hath not such a flower.”
Dipsy added in with a smile, “Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very flower.”
Hosanna walked a bit closer to her daughter, “What say you? can you love the gentleman? This night you shall behold him at our feast; Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face, And find delight writ there with beauty's pen; Examine every married lineament.”
She could still see her daughter’s expression haddn’t changed, “And see how one another lends content and what obscured in this fair volume lies Find written in the margent of his eyes. This precious book of love, this unbound lover, to beautify him, only lacks a cover.”
Dusty cocked her head slightly as she continued, “The fish lives in the sea, and 'tis much pride for fair without the fair within to hide: That book in many's eyes doth share the glory.”
She paused before finishing, “That in gold clasps locks in the golden story; so shall you share all that he doth possess, by having him, making yourself no less.”
Dipsy added in before Dusty could talk, “No less! nay, bigger; females grow by males.”
Hosanna closed her eyes at the vulgar comment, “Speak briefly, can you like of Niju's love?”
Dusty answered her mother she took under consideration, “I'll look to like, if looking liking move: But no more deep will I endart mine eye than your consent gives strength to make it fly.”
Dusty turned seeing a dog walk in the room it was a servant. The servant went to her mother, “Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, you called, my young lady asked for, the nurse cursed in the pantry, and every thing in extremity. I must hence to wait; I beseech you, follow straight.”
Hosanna nodded her head, “We follow thee.” She turned to her daughter, “Dusty, the county stays.”
Dipsy followed Hosanna but turned to Dusty before leaving, “Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.” Dusty sighed thinking of what would become of herself.
Out in the streets of Nome a pack dogs were laughing and enjoying themselves, one had a lamp, and with one his head down lingering behind them.
Kodi spoke up after the other calmed down a bit, “What, shall this speech be spoke, “for our excuse? Or shall we on without a apology?”
Kirby went back to answer Kodi, “The date is out of such prolixity: We'll have no Cupid hoodwink'd with a scarf, Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath,
Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper.”
He placed his paw on his shoulder, “Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke After the prompter, for our entrance: But let them measure us by what they will; We'll measure them a measure, and be gone.”
They had been brought along the a lamp to help them see in the dark Kodi looked at it, “Give me a lamp: I am not for this ambling; Being but heavy, I will bear the light.”
Ralph went down from the group to his friend, “Nay, gentle Kodi, we must have you dance.”
Kodi shook his towards him, “Not I, believe me: you have dancing paws with nimble palm: I have a soul of lead so stakes me to the ground I cannot move.”
Ralph went next to Kodi pushing him with his shoulder as he happily spoke, “You are a lover; borrow Cupid's wings, and soar with them above a common bound.”
Kodi moved away from Ralph, “I am too sore enpierced with his shaft to soar with his light feathers, and so bound, I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe: Under love's heavy burden do I sink.”
Ralph walked up to him, “And, to sink in it, should you burden love; Too great oppression for a tender thing.”
Kodi looked at him, “Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.”
Ralph padded his head, “If love be rough with you, be rough with love; Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down. Give me a case to put my visage in:
A visor for a visor!”
He jumped up on to a wooden box, “what care I
what curious eye doth quote deformities? Here are the beetle brows shall blush for me.”
Kirby agreed with Ralph, “Come, knock and enter; and no sooner in, But every male betake him to his legs.”
Kodi turned his head away from them, “A lamp for me: let wantons light of heart tickle the senseless rushes with their heels.”
He sighed, “For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase; I'll be a candle-holder, and look on.
The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done.”
Ralph slightly pushed Kodi’s shoulder, “Tut, dun's the mouse, the constable's own word: If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire.”
Ralph went up to a wooden box and jumped on it making a pose, “Of this sir-reverence love, wherein thou stick'st Up to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho!”
He lowered his ears, “Nay, that's not so.”
Ralph shook his paw, “I mean, sir, in delay we waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day. Take our good meaning, for our judgment sits Five times in that ere once in our five wits.”
He looked down depressed, “And we mean well in going to this mask; But 'tis no wit to go.”
Ralph was slightly annoyed with him, “Why, may one ask?”
He answered sorrowfully, “I dream'd a dream to-night.”
Ralph laughed, “And so did I.”
He looked up to his defense “Well, what was yours?”
Ralph sighed at him, “that dreamers often lie.”
He shook his head, “In bed asleep, while they do dream things true.”
Ralph smiled at him, “O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone
On the fore-finger of an alderman.”
He moved to Kirby explaining more, “Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep; Her wagon-spokes made of long spiders' legs,
The cover of the wings of grasshoppers, The traces of the smallest spider's web.”
He jumped up on a barrel with a slight pause, “The collars of the moonshine's watery beams, Her whip of cricket's bone, the lash of film, Her wagoner a small grey-coated gnat, Not so big as a round little worm.”
He jumped off the barrel everyone following as he told the story, “Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid; Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers. And in this state she gallops night by night.”
He suddenly turned around surprising a few dogs and Kirby, but not Kodi, “Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love; O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight, O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees, O'er ladies ' lips, who straight on kisses dream, Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues.”
He moved to a more open spot went about in somewhat of circle moving forward continuing, “Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are: Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose, And then dreams he of smelling out a suit; And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig's tail Tickling a parson's nose as a' lies asleep.”
He took a breath before continuing on, “Then dreams, he of another benefice: Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five-fathom deep; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes, And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two And sleeps again.”
He turned around again and stopped where he was making the others stop, “This is that very Mab That plats the manes of horses in the night, And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs, Which once untangled, much misfortune bodes.”
Kodi felt increasing uncomfortable with Ralph’s story, but he continued slowing down, “This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs, That presses them and learns them first to bear, Making them women of good carriage: This is she…” He finished running out of words.
Kodi went up to him, “Peace, peace, Ralph, peace!
Thou talk'st of nothing.”
He nodded his head, “True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air.”
He moved away from him, “And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.”
Kirby didn’t add to the conversation or Ralph’s speech, “This wind, you talk of, blows us from ourselves; Supper is done, and we shall come too late.” He reminded them.
Kodi turned to them as they started again, “I fear, too early: for my mind misgives Some consequence yet hanging in the stars Shall bitterly begin his fearful date…”
He paused, “With this night's revels and expire the term of a despised life closed in my breast By some vile forfeit of untimely death. But He, that hath the steerage of my course, Direct my sail! On, lusty gentlemen.”
Kirby went on, “Strike, drum.”
At the boiler room Steele had organized a party with invited guests. The servant dogs where talking among themselves, “Where's Potpan, that he helps not to take away? He shift a trencher? he scrape a trencher!”
The second of the three servant dogs answered, “When good manners shall lie all in one or two men's hands and they unwashed too, 'tis a foul thing.”
The servant dog replied, “Away with the joint-stools, remove the court-cupboard, look to the plate. Good thou, save me a piece of marchpane; and, as thou lovest me, let the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell. Antony, and Potpan!”
The second servant dog nodded his head, “Ay, boy, ready.”
The first one went on, “You are looked for and called for, asked for and sought for, in the great chamber.”
The second servant dog slightly shook his head, “We cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys; be
brisk awhile, and the longer liver take all.”
At the entrance to boiler room Steele was greeting guests, “Welcome, gentlemen! ladies that have their toes Unplagued with corns will have a bout with you.”
He went to greet another group, “Ah ha, my mistresses! which of you all Will now deny to dance? she that makes dainty, She, I'll swear, hath corns; am I come near ye now?”
He continued greeting guests that entered, “Welcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day That I have worn a visor and could tell A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear.”
He needed to tend other thing and welcome a few more, “Such as would please: 'tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis gone: You are welcome, gentlemen! come, musicians, play. A hall, a hall! give room! and foot it, girls.”
He went to another part of the room the boiler room, “More light, you knaves; and turn the tables up, And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot. Ah, sirrah, this unlook'd-for sport comes well.”
He sat down running the party, “Nay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin Capulet; For you and I are past our dancing days: How long is't now since last yourself and I Were in a mask?”
The malamute turned to him noticed being greeted, “By'r lady, thirty months.”
He replied happily, “What, man! 'tis not so much, 'tis not so much: 'Tis since the nuptials of Lucentio,
Come pentecost as quickly as it will, Some five and twenty months; and then we mask'd.”
The other malamute answered, “'Tis more, 'tis more, his son is elder, sir; His son is thirty.”
He cocked his head, “Will you tell me that? His son was but a ward two months ago.”
In the opposite side of the room Kodi, Ralph and Kirby with some other dogs entered the party, Kodi looked around and turned to a dog by the entrance, “What lady is that, which doth enrich the hand Of yonder knight?”
Dog answered after a pause thinking, “I know not, sir.”
He looked around and stopped seeing the most beautiful thing in his life, he made a slight gasp, “O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!” he had seen Dusty.
He moved a little to the right to see her better, “So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows, as yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.”
He moved slight closer, “The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand, and, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand. Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.”
He took a breath and went to approach her. Thunder who was near by heard him, he quickly walked over to Steele. “This, by his voice, should be a Montague.
Fetch me my rapier, boy. What dares the slave
Come hither, cover'd with an antic face.”
He turned to show him Kodi who was slowly walking though the dogs that where enjoying themselves with dancing and laughter, “To fleer and scorn at our solemnity? Now, by the stock and honor of my kin,
to strike him dead, I hold it not a sin.”
Steele shook his head, “Why, how now, kinsman! wherefore storm you so?”
He continued with anger in his voice, “Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe, A villain that is hither come in spite, To scorn at our solemnity this night.”
Steele looked over at Kodi on the other side of the room, “Young Kodi is it?”
He nodded his head, “'Tis he, that villain Kodi.”
Steele put a paw on Thunder’s shoulder, “Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone; He bears him like a portly gentleman; And, to say truth, Nome brags of him To be a virtuous and well-govern'd youth.”
He went on, “I would not for the wealth of all the town Here in my house do him disparagement: Therefore be patient, take no note of him.”
He took his paw off his shoulder, “It is my will, the which if thou respect, Show a fair presence and put off these frowns, and ill-beseeming semblance for a feast.”
Thunder growled, “It fits, when such a villain is a guest: I'll not endure him.”
He turned to him looking at him in the eye, “He shall be endured: What, goodman boy! I say, he shall: go to;
Am I the master here, or you? go to.”
Thunder turned but Steele put his paw on his shoulder so he wouldn’t break eye contact, “You'll not endure him! God shall mend my soul! You'll make a mutiny among my guests! You will set cock-a-hoop! you'll be the male!”
Thunder sighed, “Why, uncle, 'tis a shame.”
Steele nodded his head, “Go to, go to; You are a saucy boy: is't so, indeed? This trick may chance to scathe you, I know what: You must contrary me!”
He went running the party, “marry, 'tis time. Well said, my hearts! You are a princox; go: Be quiet, or More light, more light! For shame! I'll make you quiet. What, cheerly, my hearts!”
Thunder growled but did as he was told, “Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting. I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall now seeming sweet convert to bitter gall.”
Kodi was now close to her; Dusty, he made a slight pause before moving closer she was sitting away from him; she did not know he was behind her.
He ventured closer he gently raised his paw and touched hers, “If I profane with my unworthiest paw This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.”
She turned when he had touched her paw, she looked at him with wonder but answered him, “Good pilgrim, you do wrong your paw too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this; For saints have paw that pilgrims' paw do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.”
Kodi went on speaking to her, “Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?”
Dusty answered his question, “Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.”
Kodi was incredibly happy to be talking with her, “O, then, dear saint, let lips do what paws do; They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.”
She moved closer to him, “Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.”
Kodi paused, “Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take. Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.” He moved closer to her and kissed her.
Dusty paused but looked at him with a look, “Then have my lips the sin that they have took.”
He was slightly shocked, “Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again.” He went out and kissed Dusty again.
Dusty smiled, “You kiss by the book.”
Dipsy came up and interrupted them, “Madam, your mother craves a word with you.”
Kodi turned to Dipsy “What is her mother?”
Dipsy nodded her head, “Marry, bachelor, Her mother is the lady of the house, And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous I nursed her daughter, that you talk'd withal; I tell you, he that can lay hold of her shall have the chinks.” Kodi listened to her but he was looking at Dusty as she was.
Kirby went up and bit his scruff pulling him away, Kodi uttered to himself, “Is she a Capulet? O dear account! My life is my foe's debt.”
Kirby urged him to move faster, “Away, begone; the sport is at the best.”
Kodi started out with him running, “Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest.” He turned away and ran down another way then Kirby.
Steele stood up and slightly yelled so everyone could hear, “Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone; we have a trifling foolish banquet towards. Is it e'en so? Why, then, I thank you all I thank you, honest gentlemen; good night. More torches here! Come on then, let's to bed. Ah, sirrah, by my fay, it waxes late: I'll to my rest.”
Everyone now started to leave Dipsy and Dusty stood in corner of the room, Dusty wanted to ask who she was talking with name but didn’t want it to be so obvious, “Come hither, nurse. What is yond gentleman?” she asked pointing to a male.
Dipsy looked at the one she was pointing to, “The son and heir of old Tiberio.”
She turned and pointed to one leaving out the door, “What's he that now is going out of door?”
Dipsy went and looked at that one she paused, “Marry, that, I think, be young Petrucio.”
She rather quickly pointed to the next one, “What's he that follows there, that would not dance?”
Dipsy looked at the red and white furred one she was pointing to, “I know not.”
She slightly panicked, “Go ask his name: if he be married. My grave is like to be my wedding bed.”
Dipsy quickly went to Kodi and returned to her, “His name is Romeo, and a Montague; The only son of your great enemy.”
She felt despair claim her, she lowered her ears with a small cry, “My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, that I must love a loathed enemy.”
Dipsy turned to her confused, “What's this? what's this?”
She sorrowfully answered, “A rhyme I learn'd even now
Of one I danced withal.”
She heard someone calling her name, but didn’t pay attention her mind was on her beloved Kodi.
Dipsy broke her thoughts, “Anon, anon! Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone.”
Arcturus notes, YES! YES, YES! I know not the most original. And the text I altered the words and made actions with the script of Romeo and Juliet.
Me personally I thought it was fun to write this one, no, no I’m not Kodi x Dusty fan. That what I had in this one I’m natural with the matter. I baised this off what I saw best fit the characters but I did think Niju might be a better Tybalt then Thunder for character designation, but I liked this V best out of them, I used all the character from the movies for the characters in this basic rendition of the classic hit tale.
By the way The part Mercutio is my FAVOITE character in this play Ralph. Plays as him.
But tis now this parts end to it, Thank you for reading I’d like to give a special thanks to Redfoxwolf! After this look at his gallery he has some great art!
Fare well my good peeps!^^ And if your reading this Redfoxwolf, “THANKIES!” *Glomp*