“That’s it?!” He couldn’t believe it: she’d come up with a scheme to dig up the grave of some dead guy, & all he could see was dirt? “Rip!” he bellowed.
Sara tried to shush him. “I know Shakespeare’s curse exists!”
A crack split the air, filling the church with smoke. “Who dares challenge my grave?” a voice grumbled, shaking dust from the church cieling.
“He does!” Sara cried, pointing.
“Yeah, thanks for the support,” he hissed.
“Drop thy pretenses, thou liest!“ the voice bellowed. Sara shuddered, a wild, frightened look in her eye. She tore out of the church without another word.
“I don’t believe in this curse,” he said bravely.”I don’t see nothin’. Y’know what I think?” He ground his heel into the dirt hole.
“Thou only believe in what thine eyes behold, & you only behold what you see to be great.” He gave a violent cry, throwing his hand to where his left eye used to be. “OUT, VILE JELLY !” He shrieked when discovering his right eye to be missing too.
“WHERE IS THY LUSTER NOW ?”