"Cutting Room Edit 1"
A/N: Our teacher asked us in class to write missing scenes from "Julius Caesar" supposing what would happen if Portia and Calpurnia met before Caesar's murder and after Decius flatters him to leave with the conspirators. It's not GREAT, but it's a start, ne? Read and review please!!!
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PORTIA:
Good morrow, madame.
CALPURNIA:
Be it so?
PORTIA:
Aye, madame.
Prithee, what ails thou?
CALPURNIA:
Call you this, good morrow?
PORTIA:
Madame?
CALPURNIA:
Madame, madame, she says.
Prithee, whose madame am I?
PORTIA:
Why, my own and none other than thy fair city, Madame.
CALPURNIA:
Fair city indeed! Thou jests smartly.
Know you my name?
PORTIA:
Aye, madame.
Thou art one noble wife of Caesar.
[aside] Yet art thou noble, if thou art none other than the wench of my lord's sufferings?
CALPURNIA:
Take my name and give me thine
PORTIA:
Pardon, madame. But have I not already yours, milady?
CALPURNIA:
Then thou shalt have mine and give my lady nothing?
PORTIA:
Pardon, good lady.
CALPURNIA:
I'll not whilst thou hath my name and I have naught. Speak, good woman.
PORTIA:
Humble wife of Brutus, lady.
CALPURNIA:
And hath this noble and true wife of my lord Brutus, a name?
PORTIA:
Forgive me, my lady. Portia, I am called.
CALPURNIA:
Good morrow, Portia, as thou name it.
I hope than thou shalt live many long years in happiness with thy kind and most noble lord. [Exit CALPURNIA]
PORTIA:
Indeed, and yet, my dear poor lady, I fear that thou hath even less fortune with thy lord. And our fate shall be to waste as our lords engage in brutal means. Ah, pray Portia, say no more. Condemn thy lords no more than they have done. These lives art in the hand of Providence and 'tis folly for a woman to entreat any further.
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A/N: Yeah. Weird. Please comment though!
A/N: Our teacher asked us in class to write missing scenes from "Julius Caesar" supposing what would happen if Portia and Calpurnia met before Caesar's murder and after Decius flatters him to leave with the conspirators. It's not GREAT, but it's a start, ne? Read and review please!!!
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PORTIA:
Good morrow, madame.
CALPURNIA:
Be it so?
PORTIA:
Aye, madame.
Prithee, what ails thou?
CALPURNIA:
Call you this, good morrow?
PORTIA:
Madame?
CALPURNIA:
Madame, madame, she says.
Prithee, whose madame am I?
PORTIA:
Why, my own and none other than thy fair city, Madame.
CALPURNIA:
Fair city indeed! Thou jests smartly.
Know you my name?
PORTIA:
Aye, madame.
Thou art one noble wife of Caesar.
[aside] Yet art thou noble, if thou art none other than the wench of my lord's sufferings?
CALPURNIA:
Take my name and give me thine
PORTIA:
Pardon, madame. But have I not already yours, milady?
CALPURNIA:
Then thou shalt have mine and give my lady nothing?
PORTIA:
Pardon, good lady.
CALPURNIA:
I'll not whilst thou hath my name and I have naught. Speak, good woman.
PORTIA:
Humble wife of Brutus, lady.
CALPURNIA:
And hath this noble and true wife of my lord Brutus, a name?
PORTIA:
Forgive me, my lady. Portia, I am called.
CALPURNIA:
Good morrow, Portia, as thou name it.
I hope than thou shalt live many long years in happiness with thy kind and most noble lord. [Exit CALPURNIA]
PORTIA:
Indeed, and yet, my dear poor lady, I fear that thou hath even less fortune with thy lord. And our fate shall be to waste as our lords engage in brutal means. Ah, pray Portia, say no more. Condemn thy lords no more than they have done. These lives art in the hand of Providence and 'tis folly for a woman to entreat any further.
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A/N: Yeah. Weird. Please comment though!