Elizabethan Language Fun !

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Hello Ladies:

After a conversation with my estranged son, I have walked around for two days with tears in my eyes and finally I decided that I had to do something to pull myself out of the pity party.

Well, I have discovered Elizabethan Language. It is so waaaay cool.

So, if any of you wish to address me in Elizabethan English, I would be terribly pleased !

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Thy wish is my command

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I must protest dear lady, as it hath been mine own writings that have caused you to think thus.

Be it upon thine own head that thee will cause this magical of places to be awash with counterfeit Shakespeares.

I implore you, take not this course dear lady, as it would pain me greatly to suffer the ill-placed thee's and thou's of the unschooled.

Rest assured, I shall return with more...

Your humble servant (having taken time off from reading Healing a Princess).

Elizabethan English?

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As the current queen is Queen Eizabeth, is this Elizabethan? Or do you mean Shakespearean language? Gadzooks and soliloquies!

Hamming- Queen of Over acting.
Scene: The queen's bed chamber, the queen is busy on her laptop, sending yemails.

[Enter Prince of Dorset] Bonzi, attend upon me. Prithee escort your mistress to the bard. Forsooth, that man, great in the eyes of some, has o'er stepped his station. We shall visit the knave and confront the scoundrel in his lair, and lay upon his head the calumnity of this our discomfit.[Waves manuscript in air] Out damned spot? Yegods, we shall demonstrate, his incivilty and seditious ways are beneath our regal contempt. [Exeunt both]

[Angharad falls off her farthingale!]

Angharad

Angharad

Inspiration

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Prithee, mayhaps this newfound fondness is but the whispering of a muse.
She dreams that your pen might dance about upon the parchment, to weave a tale of yore.
Perchance you might describe a lad who seeks the stage and gains a role that stirs the hearts and loins of men with her fair sweetness.

Alas, you three doth lighten my burdened heart.

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Gwen I am no sophisticate; having toiled away the youth of mine life bloodying and battering my once fair hands with the work of a tradeswoman. Alas, I have known but few noisesome sparks flying about and only rarely did they seize my terrified body and fling it down upon the cold earthe. Nere dist I neglect to restrain those demonic forces within their arcing place.
Gwen Brown

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