Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27044329-20170817134630/@comment-27044329-20170830175527

Scene 5 (The dining-room in Lord Mather's house) 

Servingmen come forth with napkins

FIRST SERVINGMAN: Where’s Harambe, he that helps not to take away? He shift a trencher? He scrape a trencher?

SECOND SERVINGMAN: When good manners shall lie all in one or two men’s hands, and they have meme names too, ‘tis a foul thing.

FIRST SERVINGMAN: Away with the join-stools, remove the court-cupboard, look to the plate. Good thou, save me a piece of marchpane, and as thou loves me, let the porter let in Abigail Hobbs and Nell.

Exit SECOND SERVINGMAN

James and Potpan!

Enter two more SERVINGMEN

THIRD SERVINGMAN: Aye, boy, ready.

FIRST SERVINGMAN You are looked for and called for, asked for and sworn at, in the great chamber.

FOURTH SERVINGMAN: We cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, bous, be brisk a while, and the longer liver take all.

They retire behind 

Enter Lord Mather, Lady Mather, Juliet, Cotton Mather and his page Samuel Sewall, Nurse, and all the Guests and Gentlewomen to the Maskers

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Mather: Welcome, gentleplayers! Female skins who have their toes

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Unplagued with corns will walk a bout with you.

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Ah, my mistresses, which of you all

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Will now deny to dance? She that makes dainty,

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">She I’ll swear hath corns. Am I come near ye now?

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Welcome, gentleplayers! I have seen the day

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">That I have used an Internet alias and could tell

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">A whispering tale in a fair female skin’s ear,

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Such as would please; ‘tis gone, ‘tis gone, ‘tis gone.

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">You are welcome, gentleplayers. Come, BGM, play.

''<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Background music plays. ''

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">A hall, a hall, give room! And foot it, girls!

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">And they dance 

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">More light, you knaves, and turn the tables up.

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot.

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Ah, sirrah, this unlooked-for sport comes well.

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Nay, sit, nay, sit, good Cousin Mather,

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">For you and I are past our dancing days.

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">How long is’t now since last yourself and I

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Deleted our browsing history?

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Cousin Mather:   By’r lady, eighteen months.

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Lord Mather: What, man, ‘tis not so much, ‘tis not so much:

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">‘Tis since the death of Harambe,

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Come the winter update as quickly as it will,

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Some ten and two months, and then we masked.

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Cousin Mather: ‘Tis more, ‘tis more, his son is elder, sir;

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">That meme is dank.

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Lord Mather:             Will you tell me that?

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">That meme was but ironic six months ago.

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Romeo Hathorne: (To a Servingman)

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">What lady’s that which doth enrich the hand

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Of yonder knight?

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">First Servingman: I know not, sir.

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Romeo: O she doth teach the torches to burn bright!

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">As a lobby icon in a normal player’s profile –

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear:

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">As yonder lady o’er her fellows shows.

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">The measure done, I’ll watch her place of stand,

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">And touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight!

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night.

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">John Hathorne: (to Deodat Lawson) I won’t say ‘I told you so’. But I did.

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Cotton Mather: This, by his voice, should be a Montague.

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Fetch me my rapier, boy.

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Exit <span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Samuel Sewall

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">                                         What dares the slave

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Come hither, covered in an antic face,

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">To fleer and scorn at our solemnity?

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Now by the stock and honour of my kin,

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">To strike him dead I hold it not a sin.

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Lord Mather: Why, how now, kinsman, wherefore storm you so?

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Cotton: Uncle, this is a Hathorne, our foe:

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">A villain that is hither come in spite,

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">To scorn at our solemnity this night.

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Lord Mather: Young Romeo is it?

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Cotton:                                           ‘Tis he, that villain Romeo.

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Lord Mather: Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone,

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">‘A bears him like a portly gentleman;

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">And to say truth, Salem brags of him

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">To be a virtuous and well-governed youth.

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">I would not for the wealth of all this town

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Here in my house do him disparagement;

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Therefore be patient, take no note of him;

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">It is my will, the which if thou respect,

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Show a fair presence, and put off these frowns,

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">An ill-beseeming semblance for a feast.

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Cotton: It fits when such a villain is a guest:

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">I’ll not endure him.

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Lord Mather:           He shall be endured.

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">What, goodman boy, I say he shall, go to!

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Am I the master here, or you? Go to!

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">You’ll not endure him? BMG shall mend my bugs,

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">You’ll make a mutiny among my guests!

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">You will set cock-a-hoop! You’ll be the man!

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Cotton: Why, uncle, ‘tis a shame.

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Lord Mather:                                  Go to, go to,

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">You are a saucy boy. Is’t so indeed?

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">This trick may chance to scathe you, I know what.

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">You must contrary me! Marry, ‘tis time. –

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Well said, my hearts! – You are a princox, go,

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Be quiet, or – More light, more light! – For shame,

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">I’ll make you quiet, what! – Cheerly, my hearts!

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Cotton: Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting:

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">I will withdraw, but this intrusion shall,

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Now seeming sweet, convert to bitterest gall.

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Exit 

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Lord Mather: Ooooh! Edgy.

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Romeo: (to Juliet) If I profane with my unworthiest hand

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this,

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">My lips, too blushing pilgrims, ready stand

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Juliet: Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Which mannerly devotion shows in this,

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">For saints have hands that pilgrims’ hands do touch,

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">And palm to palm is holy palmers’ kiss.

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Romeo: Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Juliet: Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Romeo: O then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do:

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">They pray – grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Juliet: Saints do not move, though grant for prayer’s sake.

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Romeo: Then move not while my prayer’s effect I take.

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">(kissing her) <span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged.

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Juliet: Mpen hff mh muphs muh mun met mey muff mook.

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Romeo: Eh?

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Juliet: Sorry, trying to speak mid-kiss. I meant to say:

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Then have my lips the sin that they have took.

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Romeo: Oh damn. Sorry about that.

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Juliet: Hey, you could always remove it by… *ahem* kissing me again?

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Romeo: Err – O trespass sweetly urged!

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Give me my sin again.

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">They kiss again 

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Juliet:                            You kiss by th’book.

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Nurse: You two! Get a room! Oh, and by the way, madam, your mother craves a word with you.

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Romeo: Who is her mother?

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Nurse:                                     Marry, bachelor,

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Her mother is the lady of the house,

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous.

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">I nursed her daughter that you talked withal;

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">I tell you, he that can lay hold of her

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Shall have the chinks.

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Romeo:                         Is she a Mather?

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">O dear account! My life is my foe’s debt.

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">John: Away, be gone, the sport is at the best.

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Lord Mather: Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone,

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">They whisper him 

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Is it e’en so? Why then I thank you all.

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">I thank you, honest gentlemen, good night.

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">More torches here! Come on then, let’s to bed.

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Ah sirrah, by my fay, it waxes late,

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">I’ll to my rest.

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Exeunt all but <span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Juliet and Nurse

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Juliet: Come hither, Nurse. What is yond gentleman?

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Nurse: The son and heir of old Samuel.

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Juliet: What’s he that now is going out of door?

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Nurse: Marry, that I think be young William.

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Juliet: What’s he that follows here, that would not dance?

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Nurse: I know not.

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Juliet: Go ask his name. If he be married,

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">My grave is like to be my wedding bed.

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Nurse: His name is Romeo, and a Hathorne,

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">The only son of your great enemy.

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Juliet: My only love sprung from my only hate.

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Too early seen unknown, and known too late.

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Prodigious birth of love it is to me,

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">That I must love a loathed enemy.

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Nurse: What’s this? What’s this? I do like a bit of romantic intrigue.

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Juliet: A rhyme I learnt even now

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Of one I danced withal.

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">One calls within, ‘Juliet!’ 

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Nurse:                             Anon, anon!

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Come let’s away, the strangers are all gone.

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Juliet: My name isn’t Anonymous but sure.

<span style="font-family:"Arimo",sans-serif">Exeunt