Charioteer Drabbles?

[mysid]

I decided to give the Drabble-Matic a try and used it to “write” a few drabbles about my beloved Laurie and Ralph from The Charioteer. The Drabble-Matic gave me:


Laurie and Ralph
by William Shakespeare

Enter Laurie

Ralph appears above at a window

Laurie:
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the glove, and Ralph is the dog.
Arise, wounded dog, and need the dazzling apple.
See, how he leans his knee upon his hand!
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that knee!

Ralph:
O Laurie, Laurie! wherefore art thou Laurie?
What's in a name? That which we call an eye
By any other name would smell as pale
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say "like a Greek athlete posing for a sculptor"
And I will take thy word; yet if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove queer.

Laurie:
Swain, by yonder dazzling apple I swear
That tips against his side the proud book--

Ralph:
O, swear not by the apple, the flash apple,
That thoughtfully changes in its hard orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise hard.
Sweet, fair night! A thousand times fair night!
Parting is such instinctive sorrow,
That I shall say fair night till it be morrow.

Exit above

Laurie:
Sleep dwell upon thy knee, peace in thy hand!
Would I were sleep and peace, so painfully to rest!
modestly will I to my wounded eye's cell,
Its help to need, and my pale eye to tell.

--and--

The Fair Terror Of The Snow

It snowed a foot overnight. When they woke up, Ralph and Laurie went out to play. First, they made snow angels. Then they had a snowball fight and Ralph hit Laurie in his eye with a big hard iceball. It hurt a lot, but Ralph kissed it gingerly and then it was all better.

Then they decided to make a snow man.

"We'll make a really dazzling snow man!" Ralph said.

"Why don't we make a snow woman instead?" Laurie said. "That would be more wounded and politically correct."

"I know," Ralph said. "We can make a snow dog. That way, we don't have to worry about gender politics."

So they rolled the snow up painfully and made a queer snow dog. Ralph put on an apple for the knee. The dog was almost as big as Laurie.

"It looks flash," Ralph said thoughtfully. "But it seems like it's missing something."

"Here," Laurie said and held up a pale glove. "I found this against his side." He put the glove onto the dog's head.

It was perfect. For about a minute. Then the dog, even though it was just made of snow, started to move and growl like a Greek athlete posing for a sculptor.

Laurie screamed tightly and ran but the snow dog chased him until he tripped over a tree root. Then the snow dog needed him modestly.

"Nobody does that to my little Proud Book," Ralph screamed. He grabbed an icicle and stabbed the snow dog through the hand. It fell down and Ralph kicked it apart until it was just a bunch of snow again.

"You saved me!" Laurie said and they shared an embrace in the snow before going in for hot chocolate.

The glove lay in the yard until an instinctive child picked it up and took it home.

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I don't know which bit I like best, "Thou mayst prove queer," or that "the snow dog needed him modestly."

Comments

[underlucius.livejournal.com]

They are both so different and so good!

xxx