Camera Cord, Camera Cord, Wherefore Art Thou Camera Cord?

Juliet. Camera Cord, Camera Cord, Wherefore Art Thou Camera Cord? Deny thy torturous absence and refuse thy game; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my steadfast search for thee, And I'll no longer be a woman of sanity. *

Camera Cord. [Aside.] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this? *

Juliet. 'Tis but thy cruel game that is my enemy;-- Thou art forever absent, though through no fault of mine tis true. What is your tortourous trick? Search I in vain though find you not under tables, Nor chairs, nor beds, nor any other part Belonging to a house. O, be around this corner! What is this repetitive search, that which consumes my days? By any other method I cannot load my photos; So Camera Cord would appear, were he not despairingly stubborn, Retaining  that insolence in which he persists That small, black pestilent necessity:--Camera Cord, doff thy holiday: From thou furlough, which keeps me from joy, Come forth thou from hiding. *

Camera Cord. I take thee at thy bidding: Call me again my love, and I'll emerge from my concealment; Henceforth never will I be ensconced. *

Juliet. Where hidest thou, thus beclouded out of sight, So causing such time strain and stress of my brain? *

Camera Cord. By my shame I know not how to tell thee where I am: My game, dear woman, is growing old yet even to myself, Because I am becoming an enemy to thee. Had I it to repeat, I would lessen your grief. *

Juliet. Mine eyes have yet not checked beneath the bathmat or in the plant though they are the only locations that have gone untrod. Call yet again, as I have searched my abode for hours. Let me hear thee say "warmer" or "colder"  if thy hast mercy in thy black and wiry soul. Of that tongue's utterance,  I know the sound; Art thou not in the camera bag or on the desk? *

Camera Cord. Neither, fair maiden, if either thee recheck. *

Juliet. How cam'st thou to be hidden, tell me, and wherefore? Was it the baby, who has carried thou away? And the place unknown, considering who thou art, thy size allows thee to lose thyself in the small hands of my kinsfolk. *

Camera Cord. With small, fat, dimpled hands did I o'erperch my keeping place; For cabinet locks cannot hold her out: And what she can do, that dares she to attempt; Therefore thy many small kinsmen find no challenge to misplace me. *

Juliet. They search in vain for thee as well! If they do see thee, they will capture  thee. *

Camera Cord. Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye Than twenty of their wooden swords: lookest thou beneath thy desk thou fair simpleton, I am clearly to be seen if thou useth thy spherical optical organs. *

Juliet. I can no longer offer thee my undying love for thou hast enraged me with thy absence once again.    Thou hast been and will forever be a thorn in my side.  Alas and alack, I am undone!  Exeunt.