Excerpt from William Shakespeare's "To Deal Or Not To Deal"

NOEL: Irene, fair and sweet player of this most noble game, yonder friend Banker has granted you a truly magnanimous offer of four thousand coin for the box which is lain before you. By process of careful elimination, we have alighted at the deduction that thine own receptacle may contain the value of ten thousand coin, or otherwise the mere value of five coin. Having studied the avenues open to the player, have you reached a judicious resolution to your path in this contest? Irene, I stand before you to ask you, deal or no deal?

IRENE: No deal, Noel.

NOEL: O! What perturbation! Such vivacity! Such ebullience! The conclusion is now obscured, and the match hath become ever more stimulating! Irene, kindly breach the seal on thine casket and end the torment visited upon us!

The box is opened. Contained is five pounds.

NOEL: Irene!

IRENE: Today the game hath made a fool of me
O! Destroyed by naught but mine own vast greed
My sight t'were blinded by cruel temptation
I feel great sorrow and not elation
I do so hate mine vile and hungry eye
And so my last sad act must be to die

Irene expires.

NOEL: Friends! Go forth today a lesson learned.
Your fortune must be fairly earned.
Turn from your greed and stay your hand,
And you may win a hundred grand.
Then you'll have but yourself to thank,
When through all ill you beat the bank.

Exuent Noel