Utter Nonsense

Excerpt from Shakespeare's lost play, The Aduentures of Sherlocke Holmes, Prince of Deduction.

Holmes. What's that? It's witchcraft? No, it's simply art,
Not artifice, not magic, just my eyes. I see
What all see, Watson, but I then observe,
I think, I make conclusions. Any man
Could do it, but no other man has tried.

Watson. Not any man, I think. You're marvelous.
I know your methods, but I cannot learn
One half of what you see. I say again
That, if not witchcraft, then you are a god -
Say witchcraft, or make me idolatrous.

Holmes. Blasphemous, either way. But there's no time
To argue details of theology.
I hear a knock; Watson, the game's afoot.
Just sit and take your notebook; you assist
Immeasurably.

Enter the King of Bohemia, masked.

King. Have you got my note?
I must insist this matter be privy
Between us, and no other ear intrude
Upon our counsels.

Watson. I -

Holmes. No, prithee, sit.
The doctor is my closest trusted friend.
No word that I hear shall be barred from him.
Go on.


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