Zeuxis grapes

Zeuxis lived in the 5th century BC and was said to be the first to use sfumato. According to Pliny the Elder, the realism of his paintings was such that birds tried to eat the painted grapes.

ALSO HERE'S THE REST OF HELMET
Corn freaks out and climbs the steeple, balances a moment, then jumps to his doom.

BRABYCAKES:
Is it not ironic that on ghost should press itself upon this sheet
Rub himself and leave behind a charr’d stain
Make a second ghost twain?

OTHELLO:
Tis not, tis not t’t’all.
That he should come

and he fall.

GHROST:
Silence! You boobs,
You bursting blathr’ing boobies!
You crust’d silt that nest what gloomy rubies
I expectorate
Stand rigid--
Make your knuckles froze
As testes ic’d and frigid
Crumble up in clothes.
Call Helmet, my booming boy.
Twirler of my pen, bedeck’d tomb-flowers wilt
That he may crying wipe yet over-ripe
What seedy milk is spilt
Upon the glassy shore of Gertrude’s kilt.

Brabycakes and Othello rush off to find Helmet

GHROST (aside):
These kooky chums who pause
massage their bums up
upon labor eversoft.
Neversoft the sandy-paper drapes
Who dangle at an angle over the infernal spot.
Where I daily turn upon my bamboo cot.

This biting news will press like thumbs
upon the eyeballs of drowsy fellows.
Or upon the balls of dogs, and send off color’d blotches
Into the horizon of the Inner Eye
Is that him? Is that my boy I spy?
‘Tis he! ‘Tis he! ‘Tis he!
I am in a tizzy.

Enter Helmet

HELMET:
Gorky porky ding dong dang!
I have needles jammed up
My wang.
Oh but father, you give me such a start
that you take the silver guise
of an refugee fart, dressed up in livery of death.
Of sour breath.
Ah you you you!
But that a man’s reach should exceed his grasp
Or what’s a metaphor?
Zounds!