rudedog: excellent! Having played that part on stage, I know it by heart. Now if I could only have the same effect as Mark Anthony achieved with that speech. Thus:
VICTOR
Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up
To such a sudden flood of mutiny.
They that have done this deed are honourable:
What private griefs they have, alas, I know not,
That made them do it: they are wise and honourable,
And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you.
I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts:
I am no orator, as Rosen is;
But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man,
That love my CEO; and that they know full well
That gave me shareholder leave to speak of him:
For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth,
Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech,
To stir men's blood: I only speak right on;
I tell you that which you yourselves do know;
Show you sweet Pfeiffer's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths,
And bid them speak for me: but were I Rosen,
And Rosen Victor, there were an Victor
Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue
In every wound of Pfeiffer that should move
The stones of Wall Street to rise and mutiny.
SI Thread Lurkers
We'll mutiny.
SI - PCSS
We'll burn the Annual General Meeting of Rosen.
SI - Captain
Away, then! come, seek the conspirators.
VICTOR
Yet hear me, shareholders; yet hear me speak.
All SI Lurkers
Peace, ho! Hear Victor. Most noble Victor!
VICTOR
Why, friends, you go to do you know not what:
Wherein hath Pfeiffer thus deserved your loves?
Alas, you know not: I must tell you then:
You have forgot the Alta Vista plan I told you of.
All SI Lurkers
Most true. The plan! Let's stay and hear the plan!.
VICTOR
Here is the plan, and under Pfeiffer's seal.
To every COMPAQ shareholder he gives,
To every several man, seventy-five shares in AV:
SI - PCSS
Most noble Pfeiffer! We'll revenge his sacking!.
SI - Captain
O royal Pfeiffer!
VICTOR
Hear me with patience.
All SI Lurkers
Peace, ho!
VICTOR
Moreover, he hath left you all his walks in Houston,
His private arbours and new-planted orchards,
On this side of the Mississipi: he hath left them you,
And to your heirs for ever, common pleasures,
To walk abroad, and recreate yourselves.
Here was a Pfeiffer! when comes such another?
SI - PCSS
Never, never. Come, away, away!
We'll carry him to the Annual General Meeting,
And with our votes fire Rosen and the BOD
Lift Pfeiffer to our shoulders.
(EXEUNT) |
