"Heeromeo and Duoette"
A/N: The site where I get my script is: http://www.geocities.com/Broadway/1796/script.html
You know that yaoi and shonen ai and all varieties thereof are really abused in GWing fanfiction. I trust that I won't get flamed, unless it's by some rabid Shakespeare purist (not that all purists are rabid, or even bad.)
[Stage dierctions]
(actions during a speech)
[[Authoress's Notes]]
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Act One; Scene Two
[Enter Lord Quatre Capulet, Zechs, and a Servant of Capulet]
Quatre: But Dr. J is bound as well as I, in penalty alike; and 'tis not hard, I think, for men such as we to keep the peace.
Zechs: Of course it is easy for you, you're a pascifist; and I wonder why you lived at odds so long with J. But my lord, what say you to my suit?
Quatre: Only saying o'er what I have said before: My child is yet a stranger in the world; She has not seen the change of seventeen years. Let two more summers wither in their pride, before we may think her ripe to be a bride.
Zechs: There are happy mothers made of girls younger than he.
[[A/N: Quatre Winner is a bit upset that Zechs has called Duoette, a female *character,* 'he'. He's also unhappy that he has to play in this mutilation of Shakespeare.]]
Quatre: Those early mothers are too early wed, and made thus. (blanks on some of his lines, starts ad-libbing) Look, all of my children are dead, save Duoette. She is the hopeful lady of my earth:
But woo her, gentle Zechs, get her heart, I have no objection to that, I only wish that you wouldn't talk of marriage so soon. Come, go with me. (to Cap. Servant, giving a paper) Go, sirrah, trudge about through fair Tokyo; find those persons whose names are written on this list, and tell them that there will be a party at my house.
My house and welcome on their pleasure stay.
[Exuent Quatre Capulet and Zechs, Servant wanders off with the note unhappily.]
[Enter Trowalio and Heeromeo]
Trowalio: Okay, here's an idea. Let's get rid of the poisonous affections of Relena by finding a new poison for you, a new love. After all, love is poison to a man, killing all his sense and reason.
Heeromeo: You are more deadly, your words a bitter poison to my heart.
Trowalio: Why, Heeromeo, art thou mad?
Heeromeo: Not mad, but bound more than a mad-man is; shut up in prison, kept without my food, whipp'd and tormented and--
Trowalio: No need to hear your war record, Montayuy.
Cap. Servant: Excuse me, sirs. I wonder, can either of you read?
Heeromeo: Ay, mine own fortune in my misery.
Cap. Servant: Perhaps you have learned it without book. But, I ask, can you read any thing you see?
Heeromeo: Ay, if I know the letters and the language.
Cap. Servant: Ah-hah! I see that you merely jest with me. Rest ye merry.
Heeromeo: Stay, fellow; I can read. (takes note and reads)
"Signior Martino and his wife and daughters;
County Anselme and his beauteous sisters;
the lady widow of Vente;
Signior Placentio and his lovely nieces;
Noincutio and her brother Valentine, and any two friends they wish;
mine uncle Capulet, his wife and daughters;
my daughter's friend Relena and
my hot-headed sister, Dorobalt."
A fair assembly: whither should they come?
Cap. Servant: To supper; to our house.
Heeromeo: Whose house?
Cap. Servant: My master's.
Heeromeo: Indeed, I should have ask'd you that before.
Cap. Servant: I'll tell ye now, without your asking. They are the great Lord and Lady Capulet, and if ye be not of the house of Montayuy, come crush a cup of wine with us!
[Exit]
Trowalio: Ah-hah! Let's go to the Capulets' party...and crash it!
Heeromeo: Has the Zero System totally screwed up your head? There's no way that I'm going within twenty nautical miles of Relena!
Trowalio: The note said Noincutio is invited, and can bring friends! We're her best friends; she'll invite us for sure!
Heeromeo: But we will be recognized!
Trowalio: I have the perfect solution. Masks! (looks all excited)
Heeromeo: (resigned sigh) You and your masks...
[Exuent]
A/N: The site where I get my script is: http://www.geocities.com/Broadway/1796/script.html
You know that yaoi and shonen ai and all varieties thereof are really abused in GWing fanfiction. I trust that I won't get flamed, unless it's by some rabid Shakespeare purist (not that all purists are rabid, or even bad.)
[Stage dierctions]
(actions during a speech)
[[Authoress's Notes]]
***********************
Act One; Scene Two
[Enter Lord Quatre Capulet, Zechs, and a Servant of Capulet]
Quatre: But Dr. J is bound as well as I, in penalty alike; and 'tis not hard, I think, for men such as we to keep the peace.
Zechs: Of course it is easy for you, you're a pascifist; and I wonder why you lived at odds so long with J. But my lord, what say you to my suit?
Quatre: Only saying o'er what I have said before: My child is yet a stranger in the world; She has not seen the change of seventeen years. Let two more summers wither in their pride, before we may think her ripe to be a bride.
Zechs: There are happy mothers made of girls younger than he.
[[A/N: Quatre Winner is a bit upset that Zechs has called Duoette, a female *character,* 'he'. He's also unhappy that he has to play in this mutilation of Shakespeare.]]
Quatre: Those early mothers are too early wed, and made thus. (blanks on some of his lines, starts ad-libbing) Look, all of my children are dead, save Duoette. She is the hopeful lady of my earth:
But woo her, gentle Zechs, get her heart, I have no objection to that, I only wish that you wouldn't talk of marriage so soon. Come, go with me. (to Cap. Servant, giving a paper) Go, sirrah, trudge about through fair Tokyo; find those persons whose names are written on this list, and tell them that there will be a party at my house.
My house and welcome on their pleasure stay.
[Exuent Quatre Capulet and Zechs, Servant wanders off with the note unhappily.]
[Enter Trowalio and Heeromeo]
Trowalio: Okay, here's an idea. Let's get rid of the poisonous affections of Relena by finding a new poison for you, a new love. After all, love is poison to a man, killing all his sense and reason.
Heeromeo: You are more deadly, your words a bitter poison to my heart.
Trowalio: Why, Heeromeo, art thou mad?
Heeromeo: Not mad, but bound more than a mad-man is; shut up in prison, kept without my food, whipp'd and tormented and--
Trowalio: No need to hear your war record, Montayuy.
Cap. Servant: Excuse me, sirs. I wonder, can either of you read?
Heeromeo: Ay, mine own fortune in my misery.
Cap. Servant: Perhaps you have learned it without book. But, I ask, can you read any thing you see?
Heeromeo: Ay, if I know the letters and the language.
Cap. Servant: Ah-hah! I see that you merely jest with me. Rest ye merry.
Heeromeo: Stay, fellow; I can read. (takes note and reads)
"Signior Martino and his wife and daughters;
County Anselme and his beauteous sisters;
the lady widow of Vente;
Signior Placentio and his lovely nieces;
Noincutio and her brother Valentine, and any two friends they wish;
mine uncle Capulet, his wife and daughters;
my daughter's friend Relena and
my hot-headed sister, Dorobalt."
A fair assembly: whither should they come?
Cap. Servant: To supper; to our house.
Heeromeo: Whose house?
Cap. Servant: My master's.
Heeromeo: Indeed, I should have ask'd you that before.
Cap. Servant: I'll tell ye now, without your asking. They are the great Lord and Lady Capulet, and if ye be not of the house of Montayuy, come crush a cup of wine with us!
[Exit]
Trowalio: Ah-hah! Let's go to the Capulets' party...and crash it!
Heeromeo: Has the Zero System totally screwed up your head? There's no way that I'm going within twenty nautical miles of Relena!
Trowalio: The note said Noincutio is invited, and can bring friends! We're her best friends; she'll invite us for sure!
Heeromeo: But we will be recognized!
Trowalio: I have the perfect solution. Masks! (looks all excited)
Heeromeo: (resigned sigh) You and your masks...
[Exuent]