The Zombie Shakespearean's Monologue

The Zombie Shakespearean was a serious amateur in theater before his human body began dying and had to undergo frequent repair, which was disable and made it impossible for him to commit to performance engagements. His primary focus after that was perfecting his "Lady Lucia Macbeth di Lammermoor" performance piece, a monologue in which he combines parts of Lady Macbeth's mad scene and Lucia di Lammermoor's 'Il dolce suono' mad scene. NOTE: The Dermalians do not recognize gender unless they pair up in human form for the sake of the pleasures of heterosexual sex.

LADY LUCIA MACBETH di Lammermoor: 
Il dolce suono mi colpì di sua voce!
Ah, quella voce m'è qui nel cor discesa!
Edgardo! io ti son resa. Edgardo! Ah! Edgardo, mio! Si', ti son resa!
fuggita io son da' tuoi nemici.
Un gelo me serpeggia nel sen!
trema ogni fibra!
vacilla il piè!
Presso la fonte meco t'assidi alquanto! Si', Presso la fonte meco t'assidi.
Ohimè, sorge il tremendo fantasma e ne separa!
Qui ricovriamo, Edgardo, a piè dell'ara.
Sparsa è di rose!
Yet here's a spot.
Out, damned spot! out, I say!--One: two: why,
then, 'tis time to do't.--Hell is murky!--Fie, my
lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard? What need we
fear who knows it, when none can call our power to
account?--
fuggita io son da' tuoi nemici.
Yet who would have thought the old man
to have had so much blood in him.
Un'armonia celeste, di', non ascolti?
Ah, l'inno suona di nozze!
Il rito per noi s'appresta! Oh, me felice!
Oh gioia che si sente, e non si dice!
Ardon gl'incensi!
Splendon le sacre faci, splendon intorno!
What, will these hands ne'er be clean?--No more o'
that, my lord, no more o' that: you mar all with
this starting.
Here's the smell of the blood still: all the
perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little
hand. Oh, oh, oh!
Qui ricovriamo, Edgardo, a piè dell'ara.
Sparsa è di rose!
Oh lieto giorno!
Al fin son tua, al fin sei mio,
a me ti dona un Dio.
Ogni piacer più grato,
mi fia con te diviso
Del ciel clemente un riso
la vita a noi sarà.
come, come, come, come, give me your hand. 
Ecco il ministro!
Porgimi la destra! What's
done cannot be undone.--To bed, to bed, to bed!

(TRANSLATION from WikipediaThe sweet sound of his voice struck me!
Ah, that voice has entered my heart!
Edgardo! I surrender to you, oh my Edgardo!
I have escaped from your enemies.
A chill creeps into my breast!
Every fibre trembles!
My foot falters!
Sit down by the fountain with me a while!
Alas, the tremendous phantom arises and separates us!
Let us take refuge here, Edgardo, at the foot of the altar.
It is scattered with roses!
Yet here's a spot.
Out, damned spot! out, I say!--One: two: why,
then, 'tis time to do't.--Hell is murky!--Fie, my
lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard? What need we
fear who knows it, when none can call our power to
account?--
I have escaped from your enemies.
Yet who would have thought the old man
to have had so much blood in him.
A heavenly harmony, tell me, do you not hear it?
Ah, the marriage hymn is playing!
They are preparing the rite for us! Oh, how happy I am!
Oh joy that is felt but not said!
The incense is burning!
The holy torches are shining, shining around!
What, will these hands ne'er be clean?--No more o'
that, my lord, no more o' that: you mar all with
this starting.
Here's the smell of the blood still: all the
perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little
hand. Oh, oh, oh!
Let us take refuge here, Edgardo, at the foot of the altar.
It is scattered with roses!
Oh joyful day!
At last I am yours, at last you are mine,
A god gives you to me.
Let me share
The greatest pleasures with you,
Life for us will be
A smile from merciful heaven.
come, come, come, come, give me your hand. 
Here is the minister!
Give me your right hand! What's
done cannot be undone.--To bed, to bed, to bed!)

The Dermalians do not understand singing as humans did and they cannot sing: They do not hear sound, they feel sound; they evolved to feel sound rather than hear it. The technology of substances in which they live whether at home or traveling is based on cultivated microorganisms that were developed to provide ideal ecosystems for habitation. For example, during space travel, though the ecosystem of the "bubble ship" cannot support the 98% human Dermalian, he travels in his own bubble, an ecosystem that is the most ideally suited to his physiology. And while on other planets, each Dermalian wears a skinsuit that is an ecosystem that lets the Dermalian safely adapt to the alien environments. 

However, the microorganisms that make the bubble ship, individualized skinsuits, etc., possible emit high-pitched sounds that were toxic to the Dermalians before they stopped hearing sound.

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