ENTER EXTRA (onto black screen)
(EXTRA holds up SIGN reading "Act I Scene iv "Mercuti's gone off the deep end.")
EXIT EXTRA
1 FADE IN 1
EXT-BIG FIELD-EVENING
ROME
So do we just barge in?
BENVOLINA
That wouldn't be just!
ROME
Excuse me?
BENVOLINA
Nothing.
MERCUTI
You know I had the strangest dream last night.
ROME
(sarcastically) Do tell.
MERCUTI
With pleasure!
ROME
Wait! I was.(bagel is shoved in his mouth)
2 FAVOR MERCUTI 2
MERCUTI
O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep; Her wagon-spokes made of long spiders' legs, The cover of the wings of grasshoppers, The traces of the smallest spider's web, The collars of the moonshine's watery beams, Her whip of cricket's bone, the lash of film, Her wagoner a small grey-coated gnat, Not so big as a round little worm Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid; Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love; O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight, O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees, O'er ladies ' lips, who straight on kisses dream, Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues, Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are: Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose, And then dreams he of smelling out a suit; And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig's tail Tickling a parson's nose as a' lies asleep, Then dreams, he of another benefice: Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five-fathom deep; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes, And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two And sleeps again. This is that very Mab That plats the manes of horses in the night, And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs, Which once untangled, much misfortune bodes: This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs, That presses them and learns them first to bear, Making them women of good carriage: This is she--
3 PULL BACK 3
ROME
Have you gone off the deep end Mercuti! That made not one lick of sense.
MERCUTI
You're just jealous because I got the first speech in the play
ROME
Jealous!
MERCUTI
Most definitely
BEVOLINA
Did you two forget the party?
ROME
Actually, yes. I don't feel much like going to a party.
BENVOLINA
Too bad, I want to go, and I need you two to make guys jealous! (grabbing their arms) Off to the party!
2 FADE TO BLACK 2
Author Notes: Uhh sorry about that one.But I love that part! ^_^ In case no one picked it up yet I was watching Slayers while writing this. Maybe that will explain Benvolina a bit.(then again maybe not.
(EXTRA holds up SIGN reading "Act I Scene iv "Mercuti's gone off the deep end.")
EXIT EXTRA
1 FADE IN 1
EXT-BIG FIELD-EVENING
ROME
So do we just barge in?
BENVOLINA
That wouldn't be just!
ROME
Excuse me?
BENVOLINA
Nothing.
MERCUTI
You know I had the strangest dream last night.
ROME
(sarcastically) Do tell.
MERCUTI
With pleasure!
ROME
Wait! I was.(bagel is shoved in his mouth)
2 FAVOR MERCUTI 2
MERCUTI
O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep; Her wagon-spokes made of long spiders' legs, The cover of the wings of grasshoppers, The traces of the smallest spider's web, The collars of the moonshine's watery beams, Her whip of cricket's bone, the lash of film, Her wagoner a small grey-coated gnat, Not so big as a round little worm Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid; Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love; O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight, O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees, O'er ladies ' lips, who straight on kisses dream, Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues, Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are: Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose, And then dreams he of smelling out a suit; And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig's tail Tickling a parson's nose as a' lies asleep, Then dreams, he of another benefice: Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five-fathom deep; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes, And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two And sleeps again. This is that very Mab That plats the manes of horses in the night, And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs, Which once untangled, much misfortune bodes: This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs, That presses them and learns them first to bear, Making them women of good carriage: This is she--
3 PULL BACK 3
ROME
Have you gone off the deep end Mercuti! That made not one lick of sense.
MERCUTI
You're just jealous because I got the first speech in the play
ROME
Jealous!
MERCUTI
Most definitely
BEVOLINA
Did you two forget the party?
ROME
Actually, yes. I don't feel much like going to a party.
BENVOLINA
Too bad, I want to go, and I need you two to make guys jealous! (grabbing their arms) Off to the party!
2 FADE TO BLACK 2
Author Notes: Uhh sorry about that one.But I love that part! ^_^ In case no one picked it up yet I was watching Slayers while writing this. Maybe that will explain Benvolina a bit.(then again maybe not.