"Hmmm," Jules mused in response. A pretending musing, of course, because she knew very well Shakespeare didn't use that kind of language. Not that he was particularly above bawdy humor, in the tragedies or otherwise, but that particular word sounded a bit too modern to fit in, stylistically. (Had it been in usage when Shakespeare had written? She wasn't sure what the origin of the word actually was — maybe something interesting to look up later, if she had the time and the inclination).
"Are you thinking, perhaps, of when Ophelia drowned herself in the river?" Juliana asked lightly. "Because I'm fairly certain that what she said was duck."
(It wasn't, of course. Ophelia didn't even drown on stage in Hamlet, and the fellow who came on to recount her death had not, to the extent of Juliana's recollection, remarked on any nearby poultry. But — nevermind what was actually in Shakespeare's plays).
"It's the wrong play, anyway," she continued in the same teasing tone. "They're auditioning for a comedy today."
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"Are you thinking, perhaps, of when Ophelia drowned herself in the river?" Juliana asked lightly. "Because I'm fairly certain that what she said was duck."
(It wasn't, of course. Ophelia didn't even drown on stage in Hamlet, and the fellow who came on to recount her death had not, to the extent of Juliana's recollection, remarked on any nearby poultry. But — nevermind what was actually in Shakespeare's plays).
"It's the wrong play, anyway," she continued in the same teasing tone. "They're auditioning for a comedy today."
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