An excerpt from STEPHEN: SUPREME DICTATOR
A Rink Production of Bill Shakespeare's Julius Caesar adapted by Speedball

Brunnen-G: Another general shout?
I do believe that these applause are
For some new honours that are heaped on Stephen.
Liface: Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow rink
Like a Colossus, and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs and peep about
To find ourselves dishonorable graves.
Men at some times are masters of their fates.
The fault, dear Brunnen-G, is not in our star,
But in ourselves, that we are underling.
"Brunnen-G" and "Stephen." What should be in that "Stephen?"
Why would that name be sounded more than yours?
Write the, together your is as l33t a name;
Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well;
Weight them, it is as heavy; ahck with'em
"Brunnen-G" will crack a code as soon as "Stephen."
Now, in the names of all the gods at once,
Upon what meat doth this our Stephen feed
That he grow so great? Age, thou art shamed!
Rink, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods!
When went there by an age since the great flood
But it was famed with more than with one man?
When could they say, till now, that talked of Rink,
That her wide sites encompassed but one man?
Now is it Rink indeed, and room enough,
When there is in it bot one only man.
O ahck, you and I have heard our fathers say
There was a Brunnen-G once that would have brooked
Th' eternal devil to keep his state in Rink
As easily as a king. Ahck.

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