Muddled Minds Think Not Of Love
ImmortalFlick
Summary: Don Pedro may play the matchmaker, but with who is he to be matched?
Disclaimer: 'Much Ado About Nothing' is William Shakespeare's and his alone, I bow at his feet like the mere mortal I am. I have not asked permission to use his characters (I'm not communicating with people from beyond the grave), so I'm only borrowing them.
A/N: I apologize in advance for my strange attempts at Shakespearean (I love that word). It is not just words though, not just the script, think of it as a story, not a play. They're in Messina still, it's a prolonged stay for Don Pedro, because Benedick and Claudio now have to figure out where to go from here (don't ask me, it'll come). I'm going to name the chapters, acts and scenes, though it may go on for longer than the average five (oops?). They're staying in Leonato's house (I think).
Watch out, this chapter (act?) is short.
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Act 1, Scene 1 : A room in Leonato's house
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"But Claudio, friend, I'm am naught but lonely and lonely I am not." Don Pedro sighed.
"You speak in riddles for if you were lonely and not then dost thou contradict?" Claudio clasped his friends shoulder, a twinkle in his eye as he contemplated the meanings of his friend's ramblings.
"I shall contradict as I am, for I do not know how my heart is deceiving and my mind manipulating." He truly did look lost, helpless, and for Pedro, that was, indeed, unusual.
"Then I shall assist you in ordering your mangled ponderings and find the solution to your ailments!" Claudio's face lit up, standing up and sweeping across the room.
"What solution might that be? For I know of no cure for a muddled man such as I."
"I am a married man, Don Pedro, and I know of no cure like a woman's loving touch."
"You speak surely, but are you lead blindly by your own love as to think it is the answer to all questions?"
"No, believe logic not, for love heeds not logic but sense and sense is a natural thing. Lucky that, for otherwise, you, Pedro, would not have any at all!"
"Offend me not, Claudio, for I am in no mind to defend."
Claudio grimaced. "Must you drag the mood, friend?"
"Just because you love hath visited your doorstep does not mean it has trodden on mine."
"But it shall, you will see."
Pedro raised an eyebrow, his disbelief clear. "Do not count on that, as I believe love has long since forsaken my soul, and a merry moment it would be should it visit. But before I dig my grave I must point out that I would not greet it, should it come, but, in fact, shoo it away, for love is not on my agenda and my agenda leaves no room for love."
"Bitter words, indeed, Pedro, bitter words from a bitter man, perhaps?"
"Not bitter, but a man of no illusions."
"And a man of no illusions is a man of no fun, and a man of no fun, is a man incapable of love, I do not believe thou art so."
"Believe what you will, but, now, I do -believe-" He gave Claudio a pointed look. "we have a dinner to attend."
"You can not elude love with words, and meet it you shall." Claudio warned Pedro before leaving the room, leaving his friend to follow.
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ImmortalFlick
Summary: Don Pedro may play the matchmaker, but with who is he to be matched?
Disclaimer: 'Much Ado About Nothing' is William Shakespeare's and his alone, I bow at his feet like the mere mortal I am. I have not asked permission to use his characters (I'm not communicating with people from beyond the grave), so I'm only borrowing them.
A/N: I apologize in advance for my strange attempts at Shakespearean (I love that word). It is not just words though, not just the script, think of it as a story, not a play. They're in Messina still, it's a prolonged stay for Don Pedro, because Benedick and Claudio now have to figure out where to go from here (don't ask me, it'll come). I'm going to name the chapters, acts and scenes, though it may go on for longer than the average five (oops?). They're staying in Leonato's house (I think).
Watch out, this chapter (act?) is short.
* * *
Act 1, Scene 1 : A room in Leonato's house
* * *
"But Claudio, friend, I'm am naught but lonely and lonely I am not." Don Pedro sighed.
"You speak in riddles for if you were lonely and not then dost thou contradict?" Claudio clasped his friends shoulder, a twinkle in his eye as he contemplated the meanings of his friend's ramblings.
"I shall contradict as I am, for I do not know how my heart is deceiving and my mind manipulating." He truly did look lost, helpless, and for Pedro, that was, indeed, unusual.
"Then I shall assist you in ordering your mangled ponderings and find the solution to your ailments!" Claudio's face lit up, standing up and sweeping across the room.
"What solution might that be? For I know of no cure for a muddled man such as I."
"I am a married man, Don Pedro, and I know of no cure like a woman's loving touch."
"You speak surely, but are you lead blindly by your own love as to think it is the answer to all questions?"
"No, believe logic not, for love heeds not logic but sense and sense is a natural thing. Lucky that, for otherwise, you, Pedro, would not have any at all!"
"Offend me not, Claudio, for I am in no mind to defend."
Claudio grimaced. "Must you drag the mood, friend?"
"Just because you love hath visited your doorstep does not mean it has trodden on mine."
"But it shall, you will see."
Pedro raised an eyebrow, his disbelief clear. "Do not count on that, as I believe love has long since forsaken my soul, and a merry moment it would be should it visit. But before I dig my grave I must point out that I would not greet it, should it come, but, in fact, shoo it away, for love is not on my agenda and my agenda leaves no room for love."
"Bitter words, indeed, Pedro, bitter words from a bitter man, perhaps?"
"Not bitter, but a man of no illusions."
"And a man of no illusions is a man of no fun, and a man of no fun, is a man incapable of love, I do not believe thou art so."
"Believe what you will, but, now, I do -believe-" He gave Claudio a pointed look. "we have a dinner to attend."
"You can not elude love with words, and meet it you shall." Claudio warned Pedro before leaving the room, leaving his friend to follow.
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