Player 1:
I think it might give'st them a big hint.
But okay, (sarcastically) 'tis a great idea.

Player 2:
Let guess be mine, fair maiden, dost sarcasm show untruth?

Player 1:
...Mine words speak to thee however they may wish. (nervous)

Player 2:
I implore thee, speak truth.

Player 1:
But thou dost not like the truth.
Truth is foul in thy mind.

Player 2:
It is poultry?

Player 1:
Thou know'st what I meant. (anger)
Some truths best be kept in the mind of the thinker. (sighs)

Player 2:
Ah, but in thy philosophy lies confusion; truth dost be perception, but perception dost not be truth.

Player 1:
True is thee! For my mind is clouded, for I am tired, lord.
My wretched mind dost not even separate philosophy from truth.

Player 2:
True, fair maiden, but is my idea great or foolish? I beseech thee.

Player 1:
In my own mind, that is clouded with worry and trifle, the idea is foolish.
However, I do not know the lover who has stolen your heart enough to pass judgment.

Player 2:
Is thy will to rest anon?

Player 1:
Ah, as is wise.
I be too restless, for this wretch's mind is swimming with ideas and these ideas pop like the firecrackers from the far east and do not let mind to rest, for the body tends to want to mimic flaring fireworks.

Player 2:
'Tis unhealthy, but be it thy will.

Player 1:
Unhealthy? I am already broken, lord. I do not see how I could be anymore unhealthy. (Spoken with great bitterness)

Player 2:
'Tis also an unhealthy outlook on thy life.
I implore thee, cheer up.

Player 1:
Ah well, I hath been trying; however, life hast seen to take a turn for dark times.
In all honesty, most in a swirling mind.
That just brings my mind further into dark.
However, I do enjoy smiles and cheer for good times bring. (small spark of hope in the words)

Player 2:
I dost not wish to see thee become thy dark times.

Player 1:
My mind is always swirling in dark times, mine finds escape in others.
My mind is quite the odd thing.

Player 2:
Indeed, thou speak truth.
They hath stolen mine heart...I wish to reclaim it.
For without it, I am star-crossed.

Player 1:
I feel the same way about another, they invoke a side of me I thought I hath buried with my last tragedy.

Player 1:
Ah yes, I do not wish to fall in love, for I see them as great friend, however, they hath charmed me.
I believe my hearts taker for a warlock.

Player 2:
Is thou controlled by their sorcery?

Player 1:
I am.
It is evil and wicked, a thing no person should be put through.
My heart is torn in shreds in all knowing that for the time their witchcraft is upon me, these feelings shall never be returned.
For his options are greater quantity and too great of quality compared to me.

Player 2:
If thy will be to court them, thy wish shall almost certainly be granted.

Player 1:
Certainly not!
For the risks bear too many.
This is merely a phase, for which my heart has been lonesome too long, and has been heartbroken from separation from things it once knew, it is simply trying to put itself back together in odd ways that in turn only hurt its bearer!
….What about thy love? Our attention shall be turned back to the subject at hand!

Player 2:
My love? It is almost certainly doomed; I hast feelings they will not return.
It is unhopeful.

Player 1:
Ah, look upon us.
Fools in love, pity us!

Player 2:
Yea, verily.

Player 1:
For our hearts, hath gone wild, in dreams we doth have, but do not believe to be ever possibly achieved.
Maybe in the next life, or the next one after.
We shall go on! My star-crossed friend! For we are wiser than our foolish hearts!

Player 2:
We? Maybe thou art, but I?

Player 1:
Yes, yes, thou be.
For you are smarter than peers even older than we.
People marvel and turn a sickly green at your mind.
But intelligence does not equal wisdom.
However, I believe you to be wise. You must prove wisdom when wisdom calls.
………Blast be!
The heaviness of sleep is making itself into my lids.

Player 2:
This a mistake that I am compelled to make.
I be intelligent, but I hast never been wise; my heart controls my mind, I usually dost not feel attached to anything.
When something comes along that I care about, my mind is lost.

Player 1:
I must go for now; know it though, that talking to you, a great honor.
Ah, I do understand the insanity heart brings, for I hast done things out of insanity, that has made me wise to ignore the ways of my heart.
However, this doth come with great pain and loneliness.
The only thing I can wish upon you is balance, to let thy heart have what it wants, while still having your wits about you.
And with that I leave you to a good night, my dear fellow.

Player 2:
I bid thee farewell, fair maiden.

Exeunt Player 1 and Player 2