The "ABCs of BBM": Round 965! (Rules in first post)

[Meryl]

ROUND 714!

Much Ado about Brokeback





Each poste, writ in the style of Her Majesty the Queene, shall confyne itselfe to a Brokebackian subjecte and contayne an unplay'd word.

[Meryl]

Jack:  This sustenance dilemma is indeed dire.  Mayhaps I shall dispatch a member of our ovine herd.

Ennis:  Fie!  And if perchance Aguirre should discover this?   In sooth, we are meant to shield these sheep, not consume them.

Jack:  Art addlepated?  Surely they number a thousand.

Ennis:  I shall continue to consume but legumes.

Jack:  Nor will I!

[southendmd]

Ennis:  Verily, I am no knavish bugger!

Jack:  Nay, dear sir, nor I.




=aside= Duchess of Meryl
Zounds!  A bonny round announcement!

[Ellemeno]

Alas, poor Jack, he knew these canakins well.

[Meryl]

Jack:

What if it betided that thou and I had a smallish cot in another clime, a modest cow-and-calf establishment, 'twould be a dulcet existence.  'Struth, Lureen's ancient sire, verily wouldst he give me a ready downpayment were I to remove myself to an obscure province.  Aye indeed, he hath by greater or lesser means already giv'n promise of it.

Ennis:

Nevertheless, as I already advised you, it shall never betide.

[southendmd]

Jack:  O friend mine, that is surely the most thou hast spake in a fortnight.

Ennis:  I'faith, it hast been a year e'er I have thusly spake.

[memento]

Alma to Ennis at Thanksgiving:

There's no trust,
No faith, no honesty in men; all perjured,
All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.
Ah, where was my man? give me some aqua vitae:
These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old.
Shame come to you!

[Meryl]

Ennis (upon on being observed by a rudely staring denizen of Signal):

Thou viperous ill-bred varlet!  At what the feck dost thou gawp, hey? 

[southendmd]

Ennis, "ran on full throttle", thusly played it to the hilt.

[memento]

In August Ennis spent the whole night in the main camp inarked throughout the tempest in the confines of the two-person tent.