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Scene II. Act One. ‘The Wastrel’.

And lo.

The snaking tendrils of Winter

Doth appear without heed nor warning

To surprise and warn me well to dress to fit.


Brandon’s Lament (Scene I. Act I.) from ‘Darkly Night’.

Tis here that she led me my Lord.

Or there.

Or there?

Tis hither and whither

Mine eyes were clouded by her juices

And my senses befuddled by her scent.

In me she hath sown both confusion and malcontent.

Knowing I not which way to go but thither.

Take my hand my Lord

And leadeth me from this maelstrom

So that I might exact my revenge and tear upon her heart

And bring forth the tears that she dare not shed when with me.


‘Tasmin’s Lost Speech’ Act III. ‘Darkly Night’.

I have no wish to linger here

There is mischief afoot.

There is a rustle in the undergrowth

That bodes me not well.

I am abandoned, lost and broken asunder.

There is no man as wretched as this forsaken soul.

I shall be surely eaten by the ravenous that make their homes here

I pray to my God that I shall not taste well.


Act I. Scene I. The Lovers.

Mistress Golightly: If thou tickle me lightly there Master Ward

I shall not laugh but cry out with pleasure.

And for sure your good lady will hear

and run swiftly to beat you soundly about the head

until your ways are mended.

I pray thou think twice before your hand is laid upon my secret person


‘The Furies’. Act II. Scene II ‘The duel scene’

 

Masters Biggermost and Finn face each other swords drawn.

 

Master Finn:                      I shall burst thee and let the hot air free Master Biggermost. Beware. Withdraw.             

                                          Apologise you fat fool. Tis your last chance to retire home…and eat.

 

Master Biggermost:        I tire of waiting Finn. Talk is your skill not your swordplay. I had heard that words flow willy-nilly

                                          from your craven mouth and tis true enough.

 

Masters Biggermost & Finn have drawn a crowd of shouting citizens much amused by their cavorting.

 

Peasant:                              Tis more than a dance. Tis a jest set to amuse. Fight gentleman fight. The time for talk is surely

                                            over now…fight. The laughter is dying and your audience grow impatient and are tiring.

 

Master Finn:                       I shall stick you pig.

 

Master Biggermost:        Likewise you bag of bones. Though I worry there is hardly enough meat to pierce. Look on you, you

                                         rattling bone-bag.

 

Master Finn:                     And when you are punctured there shall be such passing of air that men shall cover their ears.

 

Master Biggermost:         And the wind shall carry you away Finn. Like autumnal leaves what is left of you will fly.

 

Their swords clash and both weapons fall to the floor each man holding his bleeding thumb.

 

Master Finn:                       Aaaagh…You have done for me Biggermost.

 

Master Biggermost:          And you have killed me sirrah…aaagh.

 

Both men fall to the ground in a deep faint.


Read about Shakespeare Contemporary Arthur Blondell and his ‘Blonnets’.

 

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