Dear Lady: No, m'lord, I'm afraid not. My dear mother barred me from opening the doors to your entry.
Don Juan: ---(Aside) She dares forbear me. That vile boar! By Zeus, Apollo, and Hymen, I shall bore through her belts and break down her dams if I have to; but I will draw first blood before nightfall. I am parched and starving, and there, besieged, she lies alluring… But, break, my thoughts; I have ramparts to mount--- My sweet love, listen to your mother dear and keep your doors shut; but please pity this poor prince and offer me a window.
Dear Lady: I would if I could, my (seemingly) stately Prince (for my fruits are ripe and I am over well fed up.) But mother boarded up all the windows!!
Don Juan: My poor Darling! I cannot bear to think how boring it must be. To be boarded up without a single beard within! Let me inside. I will bring a bard - a master technician. He shall attend to your bored mother and all the other ladies whilst I plumb to your soul and cure your maladies.
Dear Lady: And together, my sweet prince, we will be fruitful?
Don Juan: The fruits of our labor, my dear, will be but yours to bear and savor.
Dear Lady: Oh, my noble Prince, bring me this bard to mend my mother and I will most willingly bend this way or the other.
Fortunately, I have warranty. I can barely wait for our good friend, the Dell technician :)
