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Tony and Julia. With my sincere apologies to W Shakespeare. Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Canberra, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
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Tony and Julia With my sincere apologies to W Shakespeare
Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Canberra, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
O Tony, Deny thy Liberal party and refuse thy Leadership; Or, if thou wilt be but sworn my love, I'll no longer be Prime minister but anoint thee in mine place. I know not how to tell thee who I am: My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, Because it is an enemy to thee; Had I it written, I would tear the word
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word: yet if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries Then say, Jove laughs. O gentle Tony, O, wilt thou leve me so unsatisfied?
If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully: Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won. O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard. Being in night, all this is but a dream, Too flattering-sweet to be substantial.
Three words, dear Tony, and good night indeed. If that thy bent of love be honourable, Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow, By one that I'll procure to come to thee, Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite; And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay And follow thee my lord throughout the world.
Ah, Julia, if the measure of thy joy Be heap'd like mine and that thy skill be more. If the sky should fall on the day of your big new tax. And dear Gina should leave these fair shore with her billions I know it is not thy doing. The faceless men, Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, They brag of their substance, not of wit: They are but beggars that can count their worth; But my true love is grown to such excess I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth.
Tony, my Lord and my enduring love. We must marry in secret and keep it so. And I must be every wary of Count Kevin lest he combine with Turnbull to bring about our downfall for the love we bear each other. Thou art like one of those fellows that when he enters the confines of a tavern claps his sword upon the table and says 'God send me no need of thee!' His head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat, and yet his head hath been beaten as addle as an egg for quarrelling. A prince of peace as thou art must keep his own council. Prince Turnbull is so apt to quarrel any manshould buy the fee-simple of his life for an hour and a quarter. He would quarrel with a man for coughing in the street, because he hath wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun:
And Tony will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And so Tony and Julia are wed in secret on the fair isle of Bali And pay no worship to the garish sun. O, I have bought the mansion of love, And possess'd it, and I am wed,
But on the ‘morrow they return hence to their houses You look so gorgeous when you are angry Mr Speaker My Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,-- Will they not hear? What, ho! you men, you beasts, That quench the fire of your pernicious rage With purple fountains issuing from your veins, And still you deny climate change No big new tax To plague the world We must return to surplus To work choices We must return No mining tax to hurt us
Later that evening Tis’ Rudd and Turnbull, we are undone Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death! How oft when men are at the point of death Have they been merry! which their keepers call A lightning before death: O, how may I Call this a lightning? O my love! my wife!
THANKS GUYS The quarrel is between our masters and not us. Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: when I have fought with the men, I cut off their heads. Sir Kevin, you wanted foreign affairs back. Done. And Sir Malcolm, where did you want to Ambassador? Now, about the carbon tax
Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood,The tale was not nice but full of chargeOf dear import, and the neglecting itMay do much danger Live life well and live it long Love many, if you must But lest thee look upon thy death A redhead thoust must never trust.
Credits Text cut and paste from Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare (public domain) from site http://www.william-shakespeare.info/script-text-romeo-and-juliet.htm With some tweaking by David Young Tony and Julia base drawings from 3 ‘how to draw Manga’ sites re-worked in Adobe Illustrator and Photoshop by David Young. www.drawinghowtodraw.com/stepbystepdrawinglessons/ www.dragoart.com/tuts/2123/1/1/how-to-draw-yaoi-manga.htm www.animejackpot.com/blog/manga-drawing-basics/manga-drawing-basics-the-face_2795 Permissions requested by email but no replies Kevin and Malcolm (Darth Vader) from www.deviantart.com/ Background music: Slow blues groove in G minor by David Young recorded using Lite 7 software.