PREPARING FOR A WARGAME
( WITH THE HELP OF  WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE )
In peace there’s nothing so  becomes a wargamer
          as modest stillness  and humility;
But when the blast of war  blows in our ears,
          then imitate the  action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up  the blood,
          disguise fair  nature with hard favour’d rage.
Then lend the eye a terrible  aspect,
          let it pry through  the portage of the head
like a brass cannon; let the  brow o’whelm it
          as fearfully as  does a galled rock.
Now set the teeth and stretch  the nostril wide;
          hold hard the  breath, and bend up every spirit
to his full height. On, on,  you noble wargamer
          whose blood is that  of fathers who wrote the rules !
Fathers who, like so many  Alexanders,
          have at these  Conventions from morn ‘till even fought,
and pocketed their dice for  lack of argument.
          Dishonour not your  mothers, for did they not sit
whilst those whom you call  fathers painted their armies ?
          Feel superior to  players with troops in other scales,
and teach them how to  wargame. And you, good players,
          whose hands were  made for wargaming, show us here
the mettle of your army; let  us swear
          that they are  worthy of your painting, which I doubt not;
For there are none of them so  mean and base
          that hath not noble  lustre in your eyes.
I see you stand like  greyhounds in the slips,
          straining upon the  start. The game’s afoot !
Rattle your dice ! And upon  the charge
          cry ‘God for  Scruby! Featherstone! and HG Wells!’

3 comments:
Bravo!
Tally ho!
I rather liked this one...)
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