Plays

Speech

Written and performed by QueeneD

How yet resolves the captain of this ship?
This is the latest parle we will admit;
Therefore to our best mercy, give yourselves,
Or like to sebaceans proud of destruction,
Defy us to our worst; for as I am a Peacekeeper,
A name that in my thoughts becomes me best,
If I begin the batt'ry once again,
I will not leave the half-achieved Zelbinian
Till in her ashes she lies abandoned.
The gates of mercy shall be all shut up
And the flesh'd Luxan, rough and hard of heart,
In liberty of bloody Qualta blade shall range,
With conscience wide as Hesmana, mowing like grass
Your fresh trained Lieutenants and your incompetent commanders
What is it then to me if impious War,
Arrayed in flames like to the prince of fiends
Do with his smirch'd complexion all fell fears
Enlink'd to waste and desolation?
What is it to me, when you yourselves are cause,
If your poor grunts fall into the hand
Of hot and forcing violation?
What rein can hold licentious wickedness
When down the hill he holds his fierce career?
We may as bootless spend our vain command
Upon th' enraged PKs in their spoil,
As send precepts to the Leviathan
To return to base. Therefore, you men of the Zelbinian,
Take pity of your ship and of your people
Whiles yet my soldiers are in my command
Whiles yet the cool and temperate wind of grace
O'er blows the filthy and contagious clouds
Of healdly murther, spoil, and villainy.
If not - why, in a moment look to see
The blind and bloody PK with foul hand
Defile the locks of your shrill-shriking grunts;
Your commanders, taken by their leather'd coats,
And their most reverend heads dash'd to the bulkheads;
Your green Lieutenants spitted upon pikes,
Whiles the Mad Marauders with their howls confus'd
Do break the stars as did the Pa'U of Delvia
At Bitaal's bloody-hunting slaughter-men.
What say you? Will you yield and this avoid?
Or guilty in defense, be thus destroy'd?

--With apologies to Phat Wullie