The King of Cornwall
Euphemia's Brother
And This - 13
and this the time to talk of cleopatra?
of love? of woman's charms?
be gone woman! let down your skirts! i have wars to attend to, battle plans to prepare (but when i return my love, upon your sumptious breats, my head and heart will rest) - and i will lick your minge my love, for your minge is sweetest soft, and i will kiss your clit my sweet, for your clit is... (pause)
enough! this is not the time for that (i must away to actium, put on some shiny armour and stride forth to war) it's war i say, war! and we must fight! and fight!... with a spear in one hand and a shield in the other (and i will have a golden helmet) and fight, to the last man, to the last death, the last sperm (and then return home to your sumptious breasts my sweet, to your clitted delights my love, your silky thighs, your tasty lips, your secret pathways... )
what is it we're fighting for? what's the war all about? o woman! you wouldn't understand (please, don't bother your head about it, please, attend to the gardening of your pudenda and await our return, and chastely wait, as well)
we fight for freedom, we fight for liberty, forward, ho
