Act 2 Scene 1
= Enters Rae, Julia, Cynthia, Angeline
Angeline: O dearest friend, are you feeling recovered?
Cynthia: Yes, bid thee tell us.
Julia: I have seen the light of day, that is good. My dreams were plunged with darkness
Rae: The darkness you see, why? Is it because light is absent, or darkness is present?
Angeline: O do not bother Julia with your insights! The last thing this lady needs is profound talk!
Julia: Bid her right, though. To which is which? I do not know.
Cynthia: We were all worried, the men too. The person we kept in our prayers day and night was you. You and you.
Rae: Mark has pined for you night and day. His eyes, a mask of sorrowful concern and love. Tears of invisible sadness flow
from him. Anger releasing from his fist, not knowing how to express that love for you.
Julia: Mark. Mark, son of Gorn. Is he not?
Angeline: Mark is it! SOn of Gorn the wealthy! Famous for his lavishness and parties!
Julia: I heard. Not Mark, but of one sweeter. Less strength in his soul, gentle yet firm. Sorrowful, yet hopeful.
Cynthia: A silent and secret admirer we know not of?
Rae: The voices of a thousand men, together yet hard to blend. One so special but hard to mend, for all is all, is there no end?
Julia: You sound troubled.
Rae: Trouble not trouble and trouble will trouble not you.
= Exits Rae.
Angeline: She has been feeling this way the past week or so. Alone, yet ever watchful of the others, yet never asking.
Cynthia: She delights in the company of solitude, as though it is a person. Maybe to her, this word takes on new meaning,
like a friend in the closest hour. Trusting in the comforts the depts of night has to offer.
Julia: Sigh. I wish I were viewing the stars encircling my mind now. But a wish it remains yes? For the man who whines
wanting to be a child knows of what he wishes not to know, thus taking the unknowing alone with him.
Angeline: To live in the abandonment of light? To be kept apart from your peers?
Julia: To be alone. That,is a gift only Rae possess.
Cynthia: hmmm.
Angeline: For truth, what seeks the doors of your soul?
Julia: This fellowship is breaking, is it not? It has been obvious, hearing what little I've been graced to hear. Could this
spell the end of the eightsome?
Angeline: No!
Julia: Rae is gone for some time, let us find her. Maybe we can converse with her,
Cynthia: Should you not be turning in already? More rest is better than less.
Julia: Alas, what could I sleep to, knowing that not lies in my expectance of waking?
Cynthia: Sigh. let's find her.
= exits All.
Act 2 Scene 2
=Enter Rae, Richard.
Richard: They have been speaking unkind thoughts about you? The females?
Rae: Nay, dear friend. It is you, the genderkind of yours dislike.
Richard: Surely but a few? For then if me existance is unfavoured, the fellowship is gone?
Rae: You certainly speak the truth, for I sense only that the wealthiest detest you.
Richard: Mark then, Son of Gorn. I knew this forbearing thought some time ago. Rich, the only virture, both negative
and intangible.
Rae: Hush, silly! I will not allow such untruths to be told in my presence! You are as worthy as you are rich, and certainly
rich encompasses more than material wealth!
Richard: The group? I laugh conceitedly in the face of an adversary! The men are either sons of power or heirs of wealth.
The ladies, demure and gentle hold fame and affluence. You're no exception, Princess Rae! Are my words fit?
Rae: Self worth is defined by thyself. My being a Princess has no bearing on my self worth.
Richard: Then why not inform others about your nobility?
Rae: Must I? Then who else appreciates you for who you are then? The sons and daughters cajore in the titles bestowed
upon them, their peers of deceit basking in these titles as real as money. Self worth is intangible.
Richard: Yes it is, is it not? But I am not terribly fond of myself either.
Rae: Look at how the leaves upon that water flows. *gestures at fountain*
Richard: The leaves? But they are insignificant!
Rae: Nay, look closer. What you fill your eyes with is the true beauty of any living thing. The ability to breath and live.
The flowers may attract you and mesmorize you with its smell and texture, but its wisdom lies in the likes of leaves.
Richard: Aye. I shall bear that in mind.
Rae: Richard. True beauty doesn't lie in the beholder, because beauty is a constant. It needs no guidelines nor set of rules,
because a beautiful person now would always remain beautiful forever, regardless of era. One might see you as
an idol of true beauty, yet another may perceive you as unbeautiful.
Richard: How is this true to the former?
Rae: My dear Richard, this is true because at that instance of time in which no other in the universe can replace, you
are beautiful. Life runs in a stream, and as the clean water cascades through the emerald riverbed of sliver
rocks, the water will always remain beautiful no matter what happens to it after.
Richard: What does a lady of fairfolk, comprehen as though thee possess a man's mind? His ego?
Rae: Wordly thoughts do not affect thy heart, but thy mind.
Richard: The King speaks none of power, the banker none of rich.
The generals speaks none of power, but what i am to speak?
I am neither powerful nor rich, famous nor fine.
But this is me! Nobody's perfect, but this i know.
I'm nobody, yet perfect I am not! Irony! This!
Rae: Maybe one night thee shall see that light of which I speak of, the light of knowing.
Richard: That night I shall wait, for I never live in the day these weeks.
Rae: Day of light, moon of night, gloom is one, where hearts will fight. It must come, for it will go. Again and again,
the cycle tolls.
Richard: Yes. Come it must, but why upon me? Sigh. My sighs unheard by those who care, my thoughts drown in other regions of
my mind. Neither forms upon comprehension, but all fades to black. My days are getting darker, my nights longer. Nobody cares anymore.
Rae: Yes they do, my friend. Yes they do.
Richard: Then therefore I regret! Because they have the most unkind manner, of showing forth their care.
*walks away*
= Exit Rae, Richard.
= Enters Rae, Julia, Cynthia, Angeline
Angeline: O dearest friend, are you feeling recovered?
Cynthia: Yes, bid thee tell us.
Julia: I have seen the light of day, that is good. My dreams were plunged with darkness
Rae: The darkness you see, why? Is it because light is absent, or darkness is present?
Angeline: O do not bother Julia with your insights! The last thing this lady needs is profound talk!
Julia: Bid her right, though. To which is which? I do not know.
Cynthia: We were all worried, the men too. The person we kept in our prayers day and night was you. You and you.
Rae: Mark has pined for you night and day. His eyes, a mask of sorrowful concern and love. Tears of invisible sadness flow
from him. Anger releasing from his fist, not knowing how to express that love for you.
Julia: Mark. Mark, son of Gorn. Is he not?
Angeline: Mark is it! SOn of Gorn the wealthy! Famous for his lavishness and parties!
Julia: I heard. Not Mark, but of one sweeter. Less strength in his soul, gentle yet firm. Sorrowful, yet hopeful.
Cynthia: A silent and secret admirer we know not of?
Rae: The voices of a thousand men, together yet hard to blend. One so special but hard to mend, for all is all, is there no end?
Julia: You sound troubled.
Rae: Trouble not trouble and trouble will trouble not you.
= Exits Rae.
Angeline: She has been feeling this way the past week or so. Alone, yet ever watchful of the others, yet never asking.
Cynthia: She delights in the company of solitude, as though it is a person. Maybe to her, this word takes on new meaning,
like a friend in the closest hour. Trusting in the comforts the depts of night has to offer.
Julia: Sigh. I wish I were viewing the stars encircling my mind now. But a wish it remains yes? For the man who whines
wanting to be a child knows of what he wishes not to know, thus taking the unknowing alone with him.
Angeline: To live in the abandonment of light? To be kept apart from your peers?
Julia: To be alone. That,is a gift only Rae possess.
Cynthia: hmmm.
Angeline: For truth, what seeks the doors of your soul?
Julia: This fellowship is breaking, is it not? It has been obvious, hearing what little I've been graced to hear. Could this
spell the end of the eightsome?
Angeline: No!
Julia: Rae is gone for some time, let us find her. Maybe we can converse with her,
Cynthia: Should you not be turning in already? More rest is better than less.
Julia: Alas, what could I sleep to, knowing that not lies in my expectance of waking?
Cynthia: Sigh. let's find her.
= exits All.
Act 2 Scene 2
=Enter Rae, Richard.
Richard: They have been speaking unkind thoughts about you? The females?
Rae: Nay, dear friend. It is you, the genderkind of yours dislike.
Richard: Surely but a few? For then if me existance is unfavoured, the fellowship is gone?
Rae: You certainly speak the truth, for I sense only that the wealthiest detest you.
Richard: Mark then, Son of Gorn. I knew this forbearing thought some time ago. Rich, the only virture, both negative
and intangible.
Rae: Hush, silly! I will not allow such untruths to be told in my presence! You are as worthy as you are rich, and certainly
rich encompasses more than material wealth!
Richard: The group? I laugh conceitedly in the face of an adversary! The men are either sons of power or heirs of wealth.
The ladies, demure and gentle hold fame and affluence. You're no exception, Princess Rae! Are my words fit?
Rae: Self worth is defined by thyself. My being a Princess has no bearing on my self worth.
Richard: Then why not inform others about your nobility?
Rae: Must I? Then who else appreciates you for who you are then? The sons and daughters cajore in the titles bestowed
upon them, their peers of deceit basking in these titles as real as money. Self worth is intangible.
Richard: Yes it is, is it not? But I am not terribly fond of myself either.
Rae: Look at how the leaves upon that water flows. *gestures at fountain*
Richard: The leaves? But they are insignificant!
Rae: Nay, look closer. What you fill your eyes with is the true beauty of any living thing. The ability to breath and live.
The flowers may attract you and mesmorize you with its smell and texture, but its wisdom lies in the likes of leaves.
Richard: Aye. I shall bear that in mind.
Rae: Richard. True beauty doesn't lie in the beholder, because beauty is a constant. It needs no guidelines nor set of rules,
because a beautiful person now would always remain beautiful forever, regardless of era. One might see you as
an idol of true beauty, yet another may perceive you as unbeautiful.
Richard: How is this true to the former?
Rae: My dear Richard, this is true because at that instance of time in which no other in the universe can replace, you
are beautiful. Life runs in a stream, and as the clean water cascades through the emerald riverbed of sliver
rocks, the water will always remain beautiful no matter what happens to it after.
Richard: What does a lady of fairfolk, comprehen as though thee possess a man's mind? His ego?
Rae: Wordly thoughts do not affect thy heart, but thy mind.
Richard: The King speaks none of power, the banker none of rich.
The generals speaks none of power, but what i am to speak?
I am neither powerful nor rich, famous nor fine.
But this is me! Nobody's perfect, but this i know.
I'm nobody, yet perfect I am not! Irony! This!
Rae: Maybe one night thee shall see that light of which I speak of, the light of knowing.
Richard: That night I shall wait, for I never live in the day these weeks.
Rae: Day of light, moon of night, gloom is one, where hearts will fight. It must come, for it will go. Again and again,
the cycle tolls.
Richard: Yes. Come it must, but why upon me? Sigh. My sighs unheard by those who care, my thoughts drown in other regions of
my mind. Neither forms upon comprehension, but all fades to black. My days are getting darker, my nights longer. Nobody cares anymore.
Rae: Yes they do, my friend. Yes they do.
Richard: Then therefore I regret! Because they have the most unkind manner, of showing forth their care.
*walks away*
= Exit Rae, Richard.