punkwalrus (punkwalrus) wrote,
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Pulp Fiction that is period

A few of you on here work the Faire, and I try and see you when I can during the season, but sometimes I know you have to "stay in character" so I end up speaking to you like a badly worded Shakespearean play:

Punkie: Hi, Casey!
Casey: [looks for boss fella] Well met, er, sir Lord of Punk! How goes it in the northern hoarfrost of Virginia?
Punkie: It bode well. My son has reached a warriors age, and I work with calculating engines in the Silver Springs of Mary's Land.
Casey: Prithee, fruitbat has thou cast upon thy pearl like shoe afore mine feet?
Punkie: ... what?

I am sure it gets dull trying to ad lib. So here's someone who did a few lines from "Pulp Fiction" in more period tongue:

http://community.livejournal.com/metaquotes/6644038.html

ACT I SCENE 2. A road, morning. Enter a carriage, with JULES and VINCENT, murderers.

J: And know'st thou what the French name cottage pie?
V: Say they not cottage pie, in their own tongue?
J: But nay, their tongues, for speech and taste alike
Are strange to ours, with their own history:
Gaul knoweth not a cottage from a house.
V: What say they then, pray?
J: Hachis Parmentier.
V: Hachis Parmentier! What name they cream?
J: Cream is but cream, only they say le crème.
V: What do they name black pudding?
J: I know not;
I visited no inn it could be bought.
Tags: period, pulp fiction, renn fest, shakespeare
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