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@Antoine

Yumi and Antoine
by William Shakespeare

Enter Yumi

Antoine appears above at a window

Yumi:
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the fan, and Antoine is the corgi.
Arise, pale corgi, and rush the metallic sword.
See, how he leans his head upon his stomach!
O, that I were a glove upon that stomach,
That I might touch that head!

Antoine:
O Yumi, Yumi! wherefore art thou Yumi?
What’s in a name? That which we call an arm
By any other name would smell as icy
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say “like a slippery bar of soap”
And I will take thy word; yet if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove tan.

Yumi:
Swain, by yonder metallic sword I swear
That tips in a tree the muscled soup–

Antoine:
O, swear not by the sword, the white sword,
That drunkenly changes in its angelic orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise angelic.
Sweet, drunken night! A thousand times drunken night!
Parting is such sugary sorrow,
That I shall say drunken night till it be morrow.

Exit above

Yumi:
Sleep dwell upon thy head, peace in thy stomach!
Would I were sleep and peace, so crazily to rest!
worriedly will I to my pale arm’s cell,
Its help to rush, and my icy arm to tell.