Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27044329-20170817134630/@comment-27044329-20170819133546

Scene 2 (a street in Salem)

Enter Lord Mather, Count Corwin and Giles Corey (a servant)

Lord Mather: ... but Hathorne is bound as well as I,

In penalty alike, and 'tis not hard, I think,

For men so old as we to keep the peace.

Corwin: Of honourable reckoning are you both,

And pity 'tis you lived at odds so long.

But now, my lord, what say you to my suit?

Lord Mather: But saying o'er what I have said before:

My child is yet a stranger in the world;

She hath not played enough to unlock Ranked,

Let ten more games be awarded to a side,

Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.

Corwin: Younger than she are happy mothers made.

Mather: And too soon marred are those so early made.

The dead chat hath swallowed all my hopes but she,

She is the hopeful lady of my earth.

But woo her, gentle Corwin, get her heart,

My will to her consent is but a prt;

And she agreed, within her scope of choice

Lies my consent and fair according voice.

This night I create an old accustomed party,

Whereto I have invited many a friend,

Such as I love, and you among the store,

One more, most welcome, makes my number more.

At my poor party management screen look to behold this night

Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light.

Such comfort as do lusty young men feel

When well-apparelled April on the heel

of limping winter treads, even such delight

Among fresh fennel buds shall you this night

Inherit at my house; hear all, all see,

And like her most whose merit most shall be:

Which on more view, of many, mine being one,

May stand in number, though in reckoning none,

Come, go with me. (To Giles Corey) Go, sirrah, trudge about

Through fair Salem; find those persons out

Whose names are written there,

Gives a paper

And to them say,

My house and welcome on their pleasure stay.

Exeunt Mather and Corwin

Giles Corey: Find them out whose names are written here! It is written that the Doctor should meddle with his gun, the Veteran with his medkit, the Vampire Hunter with his gaslighter and the Arsonist with his stake; but I am sent to find those persons whose names are here writ, and can never find what names the writing person hath here writ. I must to the learned. In good time.

Enter John and Romeo Hathorne

John: Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning,

One pain is lessened by antoher's anguish;

Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning.

One desperate grief cures with another's languish:

Take thou some new infection to thy eye,

And the rank poison of the old will die.

Romeo: Holp?

John: Eh?

Romeo: What the tarnation is 'holp'?

John: Why, Romeo, art thou not tutored in Elizabethan English?

Romeo: Not untutored, but trapped more than a kid with detention is;

Shut up in a classroom, kept without my phone,

Whipped and tormented and - god-den, good fellow.

Giles: BMG gi' god-den. I pray, sir, can you read?

Romeo: Ay. How do you think I read the chat?

Giles: But I pray, sir, can you read other things? Prose?

Romeo: Ay, if I know the letters and the language.

Giles: Ye say honestly, rest you merry.

Romeo: Stay, fellow, I can read.

He reads the letter

'Signior Phips and his wife and daughters,

County Bayley and his beauteous sisters,

The lady widow of Russel,

Signior Proctor and his lovely nieces,

Deodat Lawson and his brother Deodat Boi,

Mine uncle Mather, his wife and daughters,

My fair niece Ann Hibbins, and Betty Parris,

Signior Sewall and his cousin Cotton,

William Hobbs and the lively Sarah Bishop.'

A fair assembly: whither should they come?

Giles: Up.

Romeo: Whither?

Giles: To supper; to our party.

Romeo: Whose party?

Giles: My master's.

Romeo: Indeed, I should have asked you that before.

Giles: Now I'll tell you without asking: my master is the great rich Mather; and if you be not of the house of Hathornes, I pray, come and crush a cup of wine. Rest you merry!

Exit

John: At this same ancient feast of Mather's

Sups the fair Ann Hibbins whom thou so loves,

With all the admired beauties of Salem:

Go thither, and with unattainted eye,

Compare her face with some that I shall show,

And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.

Romeo: When the devout religion of mine eye

Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires;

And these, who often drowned could never die,

Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars!

One fairer than my love! The all-seeing sun

Ne'er saw her match since first the game was launched.

John: Tut, you saw her fair, none else being by,

Herself poised with herself in either eye;

But in that crystal scales let there be weighed

Your lady's love against some other maid

That I will show you shining at this feast,

And she shall scant show well that now shows best.

Romeo: I'll go along, no such sight to be shown,

But to rejoice in splendour of mine own.

Exeunt