Player: hi
Herbert: At last! The audience arrives!
Player: audience / job
Herbert: In these dark days of misery I must waste my talent by working as a humble postman. And yet, how lucky am I whose blessing by the muse has proved so rich and so profuse! ...
Herbert: For you should know, my friend, that I am poet at heart and that acting is my art. As true as day follows night I will rise into the light of fame and glory.
Player: cult
Herbert: A cult? Oh dear. You would not think to which extremes my admirers would go in their worship.
Player: voodoo
Herbert: Wicked, wicked witchery! The very mention of this evil art strikes terror into those who are faint of heart.
Player: king
Herbert: If only his majesty's eyes would rest me on the stage, if only he saw me once! How could he not see the greatness of my art if he saw me act my part?
Player: governor
Herbert: If ignorance were a virtue he'd deserve his station in life, for he is a dimwit and so is his wife.
Player: sugar
Herbert: Delicious morsel, so sweet and so tempting to the tongue! So sweet is your taste, and yet so bitter the lot of those who toil on the plantations.
Player: plantations
Herbert: Oh, the plantations, where so few earn so much and so many so little! Are they not a fitting mirror of this cruel world.
Player: rum
Herbert: Curious is this liquor, whom many have called divine, for it turns some into angels and others into swine.
Player: pirates
Herbert: Har, Har! Shiver me timbers, ya filthy landlubberrr! Weigh anchorrr! Man the cannons! Err ... I'm still working on that part, you know.
Player: quaras
Herbert: Ah, the scourge of the Southern Seas! Surely these accursed creatures have been created by a vengeful god who looked with hate and envy on our noble race!
Player: Excalibug
Herbert: Why should you seek mere metal when the pen is mightier than the blade, and so is love? Fool! Be a lover, be a poet if you must, but never raise a blade unless your cause is just.
Player: Carlin
Herbert: Carlin! Oh Carlin, my love! Noble jewel of the north, it is you that I crave, for only among your people can I stop being a slave! ...
Herbert: One day I will come to you, fair Carlin. Bid this humble traveller welcome, lift this humble star into the sky of greatness!
Player: Venore
Herbert: How could I hate you, Venore, the place where I grew up and so did my father before. But I shall ne'er go back to you, for your people are smug and their minds are small. ...
Herbert: One day they will weep for their prodigal son, but then I won't mind for I will be gone.
Player: Thais
Herbert: I mourn you, Thais, for you are no longer the shiny diamond that inspired a sense of purpose and pride in us all. ...
Herbert: Rather than building a temple for the muses your people chose to build an arena, where blood is shed and animals are slaughtered for sport. Oh Thais, how deep have you fallen!
Player: Ferumbras
Herbert: Is he real? Or is he a mere story, a tale told by weary parents by the fireside to put fear into their unruly children's hearts? ...
Herbert: But no! No! He is real, I tell you, he is real, for I can feel the icy clasp of his will of steel even while I am standing here. Who will be there to stop him if he stirs again, I ask of you?
Player: Liberty Bay
Herbert: This dreary place, though paradise to some, is hell and exile to me! My talent is shipwrecked on these sunny shores, my art a prisoner of the oafish horde. ...
Herbert: Oh Carlin! Carlin! Queen of the arts and sister of the muse! Only in your kind bosom would I be safe from ignorance and from abuse!
Player: Eleonore
Herbert: Eleonore, sweet Eleonore, how your heart races when we're close. I pity you for your futile struggle with your passion, for who could hope to win a war like this? And yet, dear Eleonore, your fight is futile, for my heart is betrothed forever to my art.
Player: Charlotta
Herbert: Fie, that scary hag! She has been living in the shantytown forever like some tenacious weed.
Player: Explorer Society
Herbert: I suppose there are those who like to spend their time digging through dirt and through lime. Boring stuff, if you want my opinion.
Player: Chondur
Herbert: Of this name there is none in my book. If you don't believe me take a look!
Player: Wyrmslicer
Herbert: Ah! The brave admiral has the makings of a true hero! I am planning on making him the hero of a history play, you know? Oh, he has to die first, of course.
Player: Bertram
Herbert: Oh for a guy he's overly romantic. He has a crush on women in uniforms.
Player: Chantalle
Herbert: Ah, she is overly romantic. She does love guys in uniforms, but I'm not important enough for her, hmpf ...
Herbert: Also, she's quite busy and doesn't show up here very often. I still have a letter here for her that she never picked up.
Player: Theodore Loveless
Herbert: Oh the miser! Loveless is he called, and has there ever been a name more fitting to a mortal man? For he loves his money and else he loves none, and he himself is hated by everyone.
Player: Isolde
Herbert: Fair like a sunrise in spring she is, yet graceful like a piece of dust floating in silky moonlight. And yet, poor Tristan, who knows? Thorns of poison may grow on this rose.
Player: Tristan
Herbert: Tristan, oh Tristan, you are lost! Fair Isolde took your heart, but did she give you hers? Ah, what cruel arithmetics is love unfulfilled, when it leaves some with all and others with nothing!
Player: Raymond Striker
Herbert: I must admit he is something of a character, but his pirate impression lacks style.
Player: bye
Herbert: Thank you! Thank you! Sorry, no autographs today!
