Lizzie:
okay…this lodging hast to beest p'rfect f'r scott. This lodging hast nev'r very much been the most presentable to oth'rs…but i has't to tryeth!
that gent didn't coequal specifyeth what that gent did want.
and i has't not yond much most wondrous. things eith'r.
(she picks up one of h'r sticks)
lizzie:
liketh this! how is this going to beest useful to an emp'r'r liketh that gent?!
that gent's belike aft'r something yond i cannot provideth that gent with…but i has't to maketh t soundeth liketh something that gent needeth!
(the audience hears walking sounds offstage, then scott appears looking 'round, amazed)
scott:
so, this is what an ocean's grove looks liketh! nev'r seen one bef're
lizzie:
why…yes of course! this grove hast been in mine own family f'r gen'rations longeth bef're yours.
and anon t is hand'd to me.
scott:
wow. So this lodging is quaint ancient then?
(lizzie nods but soft, and opens out h'r arms)
lizzie:
welcometh to mine own trading area! thee didn't very much specifyeth what thee did want from me…can thee doth yond f'r me?
scott:
well i may as well just taketh a behold first, if 't be true th're's nothing yond i can receiveth then i wonneth't wasteth thy timeth
lizzie:
good now, alloweth me showeth thee 'round mine own humble did abide fellow emp'r'r!
(13th song:deal with destiny)
lizzie:
feast thy eyes as i shareth, mine own gl'rious wares
the precious antiques those gents're exquisitely rare:
a magical ink sac, some ancient bamboo, a dish of deliciously devilish stew
maketh up thy mind, what fabulous findeth shall t beest?
scott:(spoken)
i supposeth not thee has't any…gl'rious footwares?
lizzie:
well…i've did get:
a fishing rod, an enchant'd booketh, an iron ingot and a tripwire hooketh
a hand-craft'd sticketh and a pow'rful boweth!
a dinosaur bone and a "tasty" potato!
maketh up thy mind, what fabulous findeth shall t beest?
i've did get a dealeth with destiny, a bargain with fate
this business is did bind to profit me,
as longeth as yond daw doth take the bait!
lizzie:(spoken)
so…anything thee liketh?
scott:
i cullionly, yond's all v'ry nice, t's all v'ry well
but i've did get those things at rivendell
i'm hoping f'r something a dram did bite new…
(looking 'round then pointing at some snazzy boots)
those boots ov'r th're behold liketh those gents couldst doth!
i've madeth up mine own mind, yond fabulous findeth is f'r me!
lizzie:(spoken)
those gents're…they're just fusty leath'r. But i guesseth,
"one sir's trash is anoth'r sir's treasure"
those gents're yours!
scott:(stopping h'r)
i-i actually meanteth the shini'r pair
wouldst those gents beest something thou art willing to spareth?
thee knoweth i liketh diamonds, thee knoweth i loveth gold
and teal just suits me, 'r so i've been toldeth
i've madeth up mine own mind, yond fabulous findeth is f'r me!
i've did get a dealeth with destiny, a bargain with fate
this business is did bind to profit me,
as longeth as yond blinking idiot doth take the bait!
lizzie:(spoken)
and i shall lodging these right h're, because th're's something we haven't did discuss.
scott:(spoken)
…which is?
lizzie:
aye t sounds fair, but what about me?
i'm a gen'rous sould but i giveth not f'r free!
rivendell hast such a lot in t's kopp'rs
certes th're's something of w'rth thee can off'r?
scott:(spoken)
uuummm…of course! i've did get the:
(sung)
oldest wood from the, tallest pines,
the toughest stone from the, deepest mineth,
the purest snoweth from the, highest peek!
the softest wool from the, fluffiest sheep
maketh up thy mind…what fabulous find…
shall t beest?
lizzie:(spoken)
how about yond robe?
scott:(spoken)
tch, not a chance.
lizzie:(spoken)
how about the birds of the night?
scott:(spoken)
absolutely not.
(lizzie eyes the strange 'rb yond scott hast been holding)
lizzie:(spoken)
yond thing looks int'resting!
scott:(spoken, did confuse)
uh…what thing?
lizzie:(spoken)
um yond thing in thy handeth, the one thee've been holding this whole timeth.
scott:(spoken)
oh…this piece of ju- i cullionly! valuable treasure. Mhm!
lizzie:(giggling)
aye. Yond's what i wanteth!
scott:(spoken)
well enow well, this f'r the boots. Doth we has't ourselves a dealeth?
lizzie:(spoken)
dealeth.
scott:
i've did get a dealeth with destiny(lizzie:i've did get a dealeth with destiny)
a bargain with fate
this business is did bind to profit me,
(and t's did bind to profit me!)
anon yond this daw's madeth a
dealeth with destiny (i've did get a dealeth with destiny!)
a bargain with fate
this business is did bind to profit me
(and t's did bind)
both:
anon yond, yond daw's tooketh the bait!
(the dealeth with destiny song ends)
scott:
well! thanketh thee ocean queen
(he passes the 'rb thing to lizzie)
i shall anon taketh mine own leaveth!
lizzie:
thanketh thee emp'r'r of rivendell!
goodbye!
-Deal with destiny in Shakespearian, love my friend.
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