Écrivez comme Shakespeare

Acte 1, Scène 1 : Un terrain de soccer

(Entre BEN et SAM, deux 6e classifiants)

BEN:
Hark! Prithee, hear my noble claim,
I, Ben, the greatest player in this game!
My skills exceed all others on this field,
A truth that none can argue or appeal.

SAM:
Hold thy tongue, fair Ben, for thou art wrong!
Thine boasts, mere falsehoods, deceitful and long.
'Tis I, young Sam, who reigns supreme,
A talent unmatched, a soccer dream.

BEN:
Thou speaketh nonsense, dear Sam, indeed!
In what world art thou greater than me?
Thy kicks, feeble and devoid of might,
Thy passes, lacking in both speed and height.

SAM:
Oh, Ben! Thou knowest not of what thou speak,
For my skills are strong, firm, and not weak.
I weave through defenders with grace and flair,
My shots, like arrows, find the net with care.

BEN:
Methinks thy words are but a hollow boast,
Thy dribbling skills, nonexistent at most.
Thou art no match for my supreme technique,
A master of the ball, I truly speak.

SAM:
Thy words, Ben, are but a fantasy,
A fabrication, pure fallacy.
I've seen thee play, thy talent's sparse at best,
Thy claims of greatness, mere jests.

BEN:
How dare thee challenge my greatness, Sam!
I'll prove myself the better, I truly am.
A match we shall play, with eyes as witness,
And I shall conquer thee, I do confess.

SAM:
So be it, Ben! Let the match decide,
Whose skills, whose talent, in truth shall preside.
But mark my words, dear friend, prepare to lose,
For I shall prove thy claims as mere abuse.

(Exit BEN and SAM, ready to settle their dispute on the soccer field)

FIN

Hark! Thou hast placed thine offer in command,
Yet the opportunity doth still stand,
Pray, dost thou gaze upon its open gate,
And seize the chance before it be too late?

Forsooth, the moment doth not pass in vain,
'Tis but a chance to grasp and not disdain,
Look closely now, do not let it slip by,
For fortune smiles on those who dare to try.

The path is clear, the way is set before,
Go forth and claim what thou dost truly adore,
The opportunity doth beckon thee,
To reach out and fulfill thine destiny.

So do not hesitate, nor delay,
But act with courage, without dismay,
For the hand of fate doth guide thee true,
To a future bright, where dreams come anew.

Hark! An opportunity doth linger still,
Though I hath placed mine order with intent.
Pray, dost thou examine with a careful quill,
And see if yon chance doth still present?

'Tis true that I hath seized one offer fair,
But like a rose, its petals do unfold.
Perchance another gem doth linger there,
Awaiting to be plucked, a tale untold.

So dost thou, noble soul, with eyes keen,
Peek through the veil of time and space,
And see if this opportunity unseen,
Doth beckon me with its enchanting grace.

For in this world of fleeting chance,
'Tis wise to keep one's options wide,
And grasp each opportunity, advance,
With courage, and with wisdom, as our guide.