Yes, it's the entire script of "The Big Lebowski," rendered entirely as Shakespearean verse:
WALTER Saturday! Unhappy fortune. Something was forgotten in the state of office. A calendar, a calendar! Look in the almanac; find a date uncancell’d by destiny. What manner of fool is he that scheduled this date? I did take pains to disclose my unavailability.Verrily, shomer fucking shabbos. Posted by Stephen Silver at January 11, 2010 06:35 AM
DONALD Marry, ‘twas Burkhalter.
WALTER A German, all slops, or low Dutch; thrice I made him to know that I roll not on Saturday.
DONALD But posted it be; what’s done cannot be undone.
WALTER They shall unpost it, by my life!
THE KNAVE I care not, Walter—what of that poor woman?
WALTER Peace, Knave; she will tire of her little game anon, and wander back in the manner of the punished cur, tail between her legs.
DONALD Wherefore thou playest not at ninepins on Saturday, Sir Walter?
WALTER On our most holy Sabbath I am sworn To keep tradition, form and ceremony. The seventh and the last day rests the Jew; I labour not, nor ride in chariot, Nor handle gold, nor even play the cook, And sure as Providence I do not roll. Hath not a Jew rights? Hath not a Jew hands, Organs, bowling-balls, Pomeranians? If you schedule us, must you not do right? If we step o’er the line, do we not mark it nought? The Sabbath; I’ll roll not, God-a-mercy.