Oedipus, Lysistrata, Hamlet and Earnest Meet for Dinner
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- In truth, my fate was spun by nothing so grand, no, instead it was spun by the ghost of my father. I killed my uncle, and in doing so the entire royal family. “To die, to sleep –To sleep, perchance to dream – ay, there’s the rub, For in this sleep of death what dreams may come…” My country needed me, and I delivered, despite my wishes.
- The god was Apollo. He brought my sick, sick fate upon me. But the blinding hand was my own! Where shall I find harbor in this world? And so my exile, and this small inn is all I have left.
- You and I are the same. My country, by my own very existence, was plagued with sickness. If our father's hadn't caused our fate, who could say? At least your country doesn't hate you.
- *KNOCK**KNOCK*
- We are NOT the same. Your country was plighted by disease, at no fault to you. My disasters are mine alone, my father may have spurred my fate, but I delivered it.
- We would like a table for two. My name is Lysistrata, and this is my true love, Earnest.
- Welcome to the Apollo Inn! How can I help you?
- True love. HAH!*grumble*
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