EXCERPTS FROM EXCERPTS FROM THE MOST EXCELLENT AND LAMENTABLE TRAGEDY THE MOST EXCELLENT AND LAMENTABLE TRAGEDY

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ROM-E-ORG ROM-E-ORG AND JULIE-ORGAND JULIE-ORG

“All the world 's an org, and all the students and teachers merely

users. They have their usernames and their passwords; And one user

in his time has many roles.”

Two Orgs, both alike in dignity,In fair Guelph, where we lay our scene…

Rom-e-org

But, soft! what light through yonder browser breaks?It is the east, and Julie-org is the URL. Arise, fair org, and orphan the envious offering,Who is already sick and pale with grief,That thou, her parent art far more fair than she.  Be not her parent, since she is envious;Her course template is but sick and greenAnd none but fools do use it; cast it off. It is my lady, O, it is my org!O, that she knew she were!

Rom-e-org

She writes a message yet she says nothing; what of that?Her browser refreshes; I will answer it. I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks. Two of the fairest navbars in all the heaven,Having some business, do frame her contentTo twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if my logo was there, there in her header?The results of her system check would shame us all,As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heavenWould through the airy frameset stream so brightThat groups would sing and think it were not night. See, how she nests her courses under her departments!O, that I were a course in that department,That I might join that org!

Rom-e-org

She speaks! O, speak again, bright org! for thou artAs glorious to this night, being o'er my headAs is an instant messenger of heavenUnto the white-upturned wondering eyesOf users that have permission to gaze on himWhen he attaches multiple filesAnd sails upon the blogs of the air.

Julie-org

O Rom-e-org, Rom-e-org! wherefore art thou Rom-e-org? Redefine thy roles and rename thy tools, Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,And I'll no longer be a Cap-u-lorg.

Rom-e-org

She speaks! O, speak again, bright org! for thou artAs glorious to this night, being o'er my headAs is an instant messenger of heavenUnto the white-upturned wondering eyesOf users that have permission to gaze on himWhen he attaches multiple filesAnd sails upon the blogs of the air.

Julie-org

'Tis but thy org that is my enemy;Thou art thyself, though not a Monta-gorg. What's Monta-gorg? is it a course, or department,Or group, or cohort, or some other partBelonging to a school? O, be some other name!

What's in a name? That which we call a orgBy any other name would smell as sweet;

So Rom-e-org would, were he not Rom-e-org call'd,Retain that content structure which he ownsWithout that title. Rom-e-org, doff thy name, And for that name which is no part of theeEnrol all my users.