Mully-o and Gilly-et (A Shakespeare Edit)

Whence forth he came to my window, as a drunk man. I did think within my dreams a story. This tale is of two star crossed lovers of alcohol, and their communications at the balcony of the fair Gilly-et's Manor.

[Cooperage's orchard.]
 
GILLY-ET:
O Mully-o, Mully-o! Wherefore art thou Mully-o?
Deny thy drink and refuse thy indian;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my hugs,
And I'll no longer be a sober person.
 
MULLY-O [Aside.]:
Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
 
GILLY-ET:
'Tis but thy alcohol that is my enemy.
Thou art thyself, though not a drunkard.
What's alcohol? It is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face. O, be some other state
Belonging to a man.
What's in a drink? That which we call a rose
By any other word would taste as sweet.
So Mully-o would, were he not Mully-o called,
Retain that dear drunkenness which he owes
Without that title. Mully-o, doff thy soberness;
And for thy drink, which is no part of thee,
Take all itself.
 
MULLY-O:
I take thee at thy word.
Call me but alcoholic, and I'll be new baptized;
Henceforth I never will be a drunkard.
 
GILLY-ET:
What man art thou, that, thus bescreened in night,
So stumblest on my counsel?
 
MULLY-O:
By a name
I know not how to tell thee who I am.
My name, dear saint, is lost to myself
Because it is an enemy to alcohol.
Had I it written, I would be unable to read the word.
 
GILLY-ET:
My ears have yet not drunk a hundred words
Of thy tongue's uttering, yet I know the sound.
Art thou not Mully-o, and a drunken bum?
 
MULLY-O:
Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike.
 
GILLY-ET:
How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?
The Cooperage roads are long and hard to walk,
And the place death, considering what thou art,
If your foot should misplace itself here.
 
MULLY-O:
With drunk's light wings did I o'rperch these walls;
For stony limits cannot hold alcoholics out,
And what drink can do, that dares drunken attempt.
Therefore my feet are no stop to me.
 
GILLY-ET:
If you cannot see thyself, you will hurt thyself.
 
MULLY-O:
Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye
Than twenty of a Dimebag! Look thou but sweet,
And I am proof against the alcoholic.
 
GILLY-ET:
I would not for the world you hurt thyself here.

Author's Note

(A Dimebag is an extremely alcoholic beverage made up by my dear Mully-o)

Reviews

[Jade]

i write a lot of stage plays, This holds imagery and detail, very nicely constructed.

[Cdnsurfer]

Hey you! Nice to see you back. I see you've been imbueing of thy spirits! Had to laugh at this piece. When's the next scene (the morning after) going to appear!

[Sean R. Ewing]

OMG Giz this is amazing lmao i was pissin myself when i started reading it t first lol. 'cooperage orchards' lol nice one - i love your creativity lol. So anything happened yet between mully - o and gilly - et ? :P ha ha

[Rie Sheridan Rose]

This is very interesting, and very contradictory...I will have to puzzle it out some more, but it seems to vacillate between "to be or not to be drunk"...fascinating re-write. Very creative. :)