{"sf1_id":1701085,"sf2_id":"B1QKBzmj","title":"(Scene, An Room Within ye Strongehold of the Pyrate Lord O’Donnel.)","author":"Rob MacWolf","words":685,"posted_at":"2021-03-30T17:23:00.000Z","tags":["Gay","Iambic pentameter","M/M","Poetry","Robin Hood","Shakespeare","Starfox","blank verse","play"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1701085-scene-an-room-within-ye-strongehold-of-the-pyrate-lord-o-donnel","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/B1QKBzmj","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/57/69/57699f89-a0ca-426e-aa3b-2899f578b177","description":"So, there's a lot of discussions that, for some reason, in combination prompted me to do this. It would be tedious to recount them all here.\nI guess the simplest explanation is I got the idea \"What if Shakespeare had written Starfox/Disney Robin Hood R34?\" lodged in my head, and the only way to get it out was to make it real.","content":"(Enter James McCloud, and Wolf O'Donnell. They bring with them Richard and Robin, bound and gagged.)  \nWolf: I had hoped to escape affairs of state!\n\n  \n\nJames: For you and I to scape them, so must they\n\nAt least a little while. This dismal cell\n\nMust their salvation prove, and secrecy.\n\n  \n\nWolf: Always your weapon secrecy.\n\n  \n\nJames:\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;I know\n\nNone better. Although dismal it may be,\n\nTis not so dismal as the headsman's block!\n\n  \n\nWolf: Yet if we mean them ever to regain,\n\nTheir realm, their thrones, their home again at last,\n\nWe cannot lean on secrecy alone.\n\nWe must have other weapons, less abstract!\n\nPerhaps your son-\n\n  \n\nJames:\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;Speak not of him again!\n\nI have risked gold, and secrets, and my name.\n\nI risk the very throne Plantagenet.\n\nI risk another war among the stars.\n\nI risk your life, and mine. I cannot risk\n\nHis too. Would that in faith I could!\n\nI must away. I may no more among\n\nYour men here tarry undisguised. If one\n\nShould mind my face or guess my name, and live,\n\nThen more lives than my own would be forfeit.\n\nWe play a game most delicate now, pup!\n\n  \n\nWolf: Yet who can play it better?\n\n  \n\nJames:\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;Who indeed?\n\nKeep them whatever comforts that you can,\n\nThe one is king, the other may as well\n\nBe prince. (exit)\n\n  \n\nWolf:\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;Yet what do kings and princes weigh\n\nAgainst the weight of gold, of bellies filled?\n\nAh honor, howsoever you may reach\n\nTo catch me, I remain the pirate king.\u0026nbsp;(he removes the captives' bonds)\n\nUp then, sirs! Your chambers are prepared.\n\nI hope they satisfy, you may be here\n\nFor no small time!\n\n  \n\nRichard:\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;Thou\u0026nbsp;villain and a knave!\n\nYou have forsworn yourself, undone all trust\n\nThat kindly nature twixt bedfellows plants!\n\nYou thought to warm my bed, only to find\n\nA fitter sheath for your dirk in my back!\n\n  \n\nWolf: Of all the fellows who have warmed your bed\n\nWho has not shown your backside to his sword?\n\n  \n\nRobin: Where is your master, cur?\n\n  \n\nWolf:\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;I own of none.\n\nNo king or emperor is reverenced here.\n\nBut fear you not. Here shall you both be safe,\n\nAs I did promise, as I have performed.\n\nThe tale is given out that you are dead.\n\nAnd John has crowned himself, amid much haste.\n\nHe'll feel no need to hound after the blood\n\nHe thinks already spilled and cooling.\n\n  \n\nRichard:\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;John?\n\nIs this his scheming then, that brought you to\n\nMy bed, and me to your imprisonment?\n\n  \n\nWolf: No schemes here but mine own. But mind them not!\n\nYou have whatever small freedom the space\n\nBetween black ocean and black ocean gives!\n\nIf there are any comforts you require\n\nBut speak of them. They likely are not here,\n\nBut it can do no harm to ask!\n\n  \n\nRobin:\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Cold night!\n\nAlready I can feel it in the stones.\n\nWhen sun has set this place must then become\n\nA very tomb of ice!\n\n  \n\nRichard:\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;Are we to freeze?\n\nWolf: It does grow cold, my lords, among the skies,\n\nBut that I can address. I shall send one\n\nTo stoke the fire, and bring thee such rough cloths\n\nAs is our habit here to bed upon.\n\nThe meantimes, why, I can but recommend\n\nThat you should huddle close together, sirs.\n\nThere is no heat like body heat, I deem,\n\nAnd can attest indeed that both of you\n\nAre used enough at that! (exit laughing)\n\n  \n\n  \n  \n\n"}