Utter Nonsense

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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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Thanks!