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Macbeth - Scene 3: Act 1
FIRST WITCH
All hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, Thane of Glamis!
SECOND WITCH
All hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, Thane of Cawdor!
THIRD WITCH
All hail, Macbeth, that shall be king hereafter!
FIRST WITCH
Lesser than Macbeth and greater.
SECOND WITCH
Not so happy, yet much happier.
THIRD WITCH
Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none.
So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo!
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Ryoma let out a clearly audible groan that reverberated off the obviously expense-treated walls.
"Argh! That doesn't make any sense!", Ryoma grumbled loudly to himself, clutching (clawing) at his emerald-tinted locks.
"Hmmmm….? What doesn't make any sense?", a form asked questionably from the shadow of the doorframe. Seigaku's star rookie turned around to discover that the source was none other than the majestic Hyotei Captain Atobe Keigo slowly advancing toward him.
"This book my English teacher gave me to read!… I mean it's not even proper English!", focusing his attention back on the book, and notes, laying in front of him. Atobe placed his hand on the back of the chair Ryoma was currently occupying and leaned over his form in a superior manner, so that he could clearly read the text.
"Ryoma, Are you even aware of who wrote this?", he asked the boy nonchalantly as he pulled his own copy of the tragedy from a nearby shelf.
"Yadda", he replied as if this information meant nothing to him.
"William Shakespeare. Bron April 1564 in Stratford upon-Aron. He is recognized by most as the greatest dramatist of all time." Atobe recited as if the statement was used in everyday conversation.
"Well I think he's 'mada mada'; and this book is stupid." Ryoma replied to Atobe's speech.
"You would, brat", he responded, the last part silent to Ryoma's ears. Atobe beckoned Ryoma to sit in his lap and when the boy was comfortable he opened the book and began to read it out loud:
"When shall we three meet again?
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
When the hurly-burly's done,
When the battle's lost and won.
That will be ere the set of sun.
Where the place?
Upon the heath.
There to meet with Macbeth.
I come, Graymalkin.
Paddock calls. Anon.
Fair is foul, and foul is fair,
It over through the fog and filthy air…"
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"…So thanks to all at once and to each one,
Whom we invite to see us crowned at Scone."
Atobe Finished.
"See it wasn't that bad." Atobe said while leaning down to place a chaste, gentle kiss on Ryoma's forehead. Ryoma nodded his head and rested it on Atobe's chest for he was still currently in Atobe's lap.
"Did you finish your work, then?" Atobe asked the boy (who had his eyes closed). The said boy nodded slowly in response.
"Tired?" Atobe questioned him yet again, and was rewarded with the same response.
"You may spend the night here, if you wish." Atobe offered is generosity to the boy. When he got no response he lifted up the boy's head to examine his reaction, but the boy was fast asleep.
"I'll take that as a yes." He said before getting up and ordering for a room to be prepared for Ryoma. He decided he didn't mind when Ryoma's advanced English teacher gave homework, in fact Atobe secretly thanked him for it.
Fin.
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