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After TLD "in the original Shakespeare" (see this thread http://www.ajb007.co.uk/topic/45192/tim … d/page/7/) which has been popular both here and on mi6, I've been asked to do another one and here it is:
HE OF THE GILDED FINGER
Good Work Barbel 
Excellent as always, we'll all be " slapping our thighs" tonight in a hearty
Elizabethan manner, with a tankard of ale. , as Barbel is a wandering
Minstrel, perhaps he could make use of the lyrics to Guilded Finger !
Guildedfinger
He's the sir, the sir with the Midas touch
A spider's touch
Such a cold digit
Beckons thee to enter his web of sin
But don't wend in.
Golden words that gent wilt pour in thy ear
But his lies can't disguise what thee fear
For a golden wench knoweth at which hour he's kissed that lady
It's the kiss of death from.
Mister Guildedfinger
quaint wench beware of this heart of gold
This heart is cold.
that gent loves only gold
Only gold
that gent loves gold
that gent loves only gold
Only gold
that gent loves gold
Fine work, sir Garbel 
Willst thou write yet another play, sir Barbel? The Yeoman with the Gilded Crossbow, perchanse? The Tale of the Falling Sky? The Royal Gambling Tavern?
Last edited by Number24 (6th Feb 2015 22:55)
The rest is silence. . .
(Good work, Barbel!)
Thanks, guys. 
Nice suggestions, Number 24, especially The Royal Gambling Tavern. I was thinking perhaps of "Ye Ball Of Thunder" or "Thou Twice Shalt Live" next. My favourite bits are the Q scenes, they just lend themselves to this treatment.
"Sir Bond and the Grant to Slay"
"The Sleuth whom me did Lov'd"
Physician, Nay
Orbis Non Sufficit
The Yeoman with the gilded crossbow.
Lady Pepper: JW, JW wherefore art thou JW?
(Sorry couldn't resist )
The Sheriff of Pepper: Thee I doth knowest. Thou be yon English agent of discretion, from England thou host hail.
Sir James: I most surely am, youngblood!
Was there ever a more Shakespearian character than Sheriff Pepper?
Britt Ekland and Denise Richards are also paractically ripped from the pages of the Bard....
Ye only liveth twice !
thee only liveth twice or so forsooth
One life for yourself and one for thy dreams
thee drift through the years and life seemeth tame
Till one dream appeareth and love is it's name
And love is a stranger who'll beckon thee on
Don't bethink of the danger or the stranger is gone.
This dream is for thee, so payeth the price
maketh one dream cometh true, thee only liveth twice
And love is a stranger who'll beckon thee on
Don't bethink of the danger or the stranger is gone
This dream is for thee, so payeth the price
maketh one dream cometh true, thee only liveth twice.
Thunderthball.
that gent at each moment runneth while others walketh.
that gent acts while other men just talk.
that gent looks at this world, and wanteth t all,
So that gent strikes, like Thunderthball.
that gent knoweth the meaning of success.
His needeth art more, so that gent giveth less.
those gents calleth that gent the winner who doth take all.
And that gent strikes, like Thunderthball
Any mistress that gent wanteth, he'll receiveth.
that gent wilt breaketh any heart without regret.
His days of asking art all gone.
His square goeth on and on and on.
But that gent thinkest that the square is worth t all.
So that gent strikes like Thunderthball
Ye other way to kicketh the bucket.
Another ringer with the slick trigger digit
For that lady Majesty
Another one with the golden tongue
Poisoning thy fantasy
Another bill from a killer turned a thriller
To a tragedy
Yeah
A door hath left ope
A mistress walking by
A drop in the water
A behold in thy eye
A phone on the table
A sir on thy side
Or someone that thee bethink that thee can trust
It's just
Another way to kicketh the bucket
Another tricky little gun giving solace to the one
That'll nev'r see the sun shine
Another inch of thy life sacrificed for thy brother
In the nick of time
Another filthy wage heaven hath sent honey
Turning on a dime
Another wench with that lady digit on the world
Singing to thee what thee wanna heareth
Another gun thrown down in surrender
tooketh hence thy fear
Another sir thither that gent standeth right behind thee
Looking in the mirror
It's just another
It's just another
It's just another way
Shoot 'em up, bang bang
ho ho
It's just another
Yeah Yeah.
I crave thy pardon. Whilst thou tell the tale of the jolly Roger and the Inn of the Eight Cats? I hear the Inn of the Eight Cats was not far yonder from the Isle of Maidens. Legend hath it that the jolly Roger leaped through the trees reciting "Cry God for Harry, England and St George". To thy ear cries bull, but stranger truths can tell.
Do art thouh say that the one named Higgins hates the one called Dalton with the Passion of a thousand firey Suns?
Wager which play thine quote accompanies ?
" So as charming as thee art, Mr. Bond... I'll keepeth mine eyes on our government's wage and off thy perfectly formed arse "
" Now the whole world wilt knoweth that thee hath kicked the bucket scratching mine balls "
" So thee wanteth me to beest half-monk, half-hitman "
" Arrogance and self-awareness seldom wend handeth in handeth "
" thee knoweth, I nev'r hath understood all these elaborate tortures. It's the simplest thing... to cause more pain than a sir can possibly endure. And of course, it's not only the immediate agony, but the knowledge that - if 't be true thee doth not yield soon enough - thither wilt beest little hath left to identify thee as a sir. The only question remains: wilt thee yield, in time "
Me thinketh the play is The Royal Gambling Tavern, a most celebrated tale of the theatre.
Thee art correct in thy thinking valorous sir 
Now off to yon Tavern for a night of Wenching and Wagering.
Is this a Martini I see before me?
Wise choise, good sir! My mind is set on visiting the tavern "The Quiet Arrow and the Maiden's Undergarment" later as the night grows dark. Will you noble gentlemen join me then?
Thou must bring Money to this Drinking Night
"The Quiet Arrow and the Maiden's Undergarment"
I do like that
I hope it wont affect Business for the SABS
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