Churchllian Shakespeare: AI Presents “You’re drunk…You’re ugly”
Setting: A grand hall in Westminster. Tapestries hang from the walls, and the faint clink of goblets echoes through the air. Enter: Sir Winstonus Churchillius, goblet in hand. Lady Bessica Braddockia approaches, fanning herself dramatically.
Lady Bessica: “Hail, Sir Winstonus, thou art returned, From feasting, drinking, or some sport absurd? Thy face is flushed, and eyes like moons do glow; Dost thou drown England’s cares in wine's deep flow?” Sir Winstonus: “Lady Bessica, sharp of wit and tongue, Thy voice dost pierce like arrows deftly flung. Yet in thy charge, some truth may yet reside, Forsooth, my goblet's brim hath oft been plied.”