After Sonnet 130
This morning, I got to do an activity in class to write a very short dramatic dialogue. There were only a few conditions. Firstly, it had to be kind of ‘verse-ish.’ Second, it had to have some kind of rhyme and try to have a rhythmic pattern. The example we were given was the translated version of Misanthrope . Here’s what I wrote about. I thought about what might have happened between Shakespeare and the Dark Lady after he published Sonnet 130. Note: This is completely fictional. Enjoy, and I hope you like it! Shakespeare: Your eyes are less radiant than the sun. Dark Lady: Do you mean to say that they are not fun? Shakespeare: You look as though you have wires on your head. Dark Lady: Wires though they may be, they are not yet dead! Shakespeare: I smell your breath’s reek when you are with me. Dark Lady: You’re saying I stink! Ohh, I see, I see. Shakespeare: Love, I mean you no harm. Please do not pout. Dark Lady: Fine. Because you beg, I shall hear you out. Shakespeare: I speak fro...