Romeo and Juliet
**
NoV: Welcome back to the hall o' freaks.
Xelloss: So glad you could join us.
Bishounen: Kick back, relax, and read. (lays in a recliner with a tropical drink)
Zelgadis: And crank up the volume.
Amelia: Mr. Zelgadis! Don't say such rude things! It's---it's inJust!!
Zelgadis: Whatever you say, Amelia.
Amelia: (glomp)
NoV: Let's get on with this torturous play. I need Romeo, Mercutio, and Benvolio.
Phibby: Yay! Finally a scene I'm in!
(Phibby, Xelloss, and Gourry go on-stage)
Xelloss: (bows) Thank-you, thank-you, you're a wonderful audience!
Phibby: Show-off.
Xelloss: What! shall this speech be spoke for our excuse, or shall we go on without apology?
Gourry: No.
Xelloss: Give me a torch: I am not for this ambling; being but heavy, I will bear the light.
Phibby: Fine. You can stay home. We don't care.
(back-stage)
NoV: What is he doing? He said the opposite of what he was supposed to.
Lina: Go figure. He's a mazoku lord. He's the master of Hell. Forget about it. I'm surprised Xelloss isn't doing something like this.
NoV: Oy.
(on-stage)
Xelloss: Not I, believe me; you have dancing shoes with nimble shoes; I have a soul of lead so stakes me to the ground I cannot move.
Phibby: You're a fighter and a quack. I hope you rot.
Xelloss: I am too sore enpierced with his shaft to soar with his light feathers; and so bound I cannot pitch above dull woe; under love's heavy burden do I sink.
Phibby: Go ahead and sink into a sand trap for all I care.
Xelloss: Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous; and it pricks like thorn.
(back-stage)
Milgasia: I'm gonna barbecue. It's Labor Day, after all.
NoV: I want barbecued fish!
Bishounen: And I want barbecued halibut!
NoV: Halibut is fish.
Bishounen: Yes, but I thought I should be more specific, as I am allergic to flounder.
NoV: Whatever.
Kopii: Can't..move..
Rezo: Can't..fight..must..try...urgh..
(on-stage)
Phibby: I'm going to the party, and you can't go. Nyah. :p
Gourry: Come on, let's go.
Xelloss: A torch for me; let wantons, light of heart, tickle the senseless rushes with their heels, for I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase; I'll be a candle-holder and look on. The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done.
Phibby: Stay here. You can't come. I don't like you.
Xelloss: Nay, that's not so.
Phibby: We're wasting the dark out here.
Xelloss: And we mean well in going to this mask; but 'tis no wit to go.
Phibby: Shut up.
Xelloss: I dream'd a dream to-night.
Phibby: I don't care.
Xelloss: Well, what was yours?
Phibby: I didn't dream.
Xelloss: In bed asleep, while they do dream things true.
Phibby: Would you stop talking?
Xelloss: Queen Mab! What's she?
Phibby: A whore.
Xelloss: Peace, peace! Mercutio, peace! Thou talk'st of nothing.
Phibby: You're the one who won't shut up.
Gourry: It's time to eat! Let's go!!
Xelloss: I fear too early; for my mind misgives some consequence yet hanging in the stars shall bitterly begin his fearful date with this night's revels, and expire the term of a despised life clos'd in my breast (snicker) by some vile forfeit of untimely death. But he, that hath the steerage of my course, direct my sail! On, lusty gentlemen.
Gourry: Hit a drum.
(Gourry, Xelloss, and Phibby leave the stage)
NoV: That could have been worse, but I can't help but ask: Phibby, are you specifically TRYING to ruin my play?
Phibby: Well, of course!!
NoV: Of course. Well, catcha next time!
**
NoV: Welcome back to the hall o' freaks.
Xelloss: So glad you could join us.
Bishounen: Kick back, relax, and read. (lays in a recliner with a tropical drink)
Zelgadis: And crank up the volume.
Amelia: Mr. Zelgadis! Don't say such rude things! It's---it's inJust!!
Zelgadis: Whatever you say, Amelia.
Amelia: (glomp)
NoV: Let's get on with this torturous play. I need Romeo, Mercutio, and Benvolio.
Phibby: Yay! Finally a scene I'm in!
(Phibby, Xelloss, and Gourry go on-stage)
Xelloss: (bows) Thank-you, thank-you, you're a wonderful audience!
Phibby: Show-off.
Xelloss: What! shall this speech be spoke for our excuse, or shall we go on without apology?
Gourry: No.
Xelloss: Give me a torch: I am not for this ambling; being but heavy, I will bear the light.
Phibby: Fine. You can stay home. We don't care.
(back-stage)
NoV: What is he doing? He said the opposite of what he was supposed to.
Lina: Go figure. He's a mazoku lord. He's the master of Hell. Forget about it. I'm surprised Xelloss isn't doing something like this.
NoV: Oy.
(on-stage)
Xelloss: Not I, believe me; you have dancing shoes with nimble shoes; I have a soul of lead so stakes me to the ground I cannot move.
Phibby: You're a fighter and a quack. I hope you rot.
Xelloss: I am too sore enpierced with his shaft to soar with his light feathers; and so bound I cannot pitch above dull woe; under love's heavy burden do I sink.
Phibby: Go ahead and sink into a sand trap for all I care.
Xelloss: Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous; and it pricks like thorn.
(back-stage)
Milgasia: I'm gonna barbecue. It's Labor Day, after all.
NoV: I want barbecued fish!
Bishounen: And I want barbecued halibut!
NoV: Halibut is fish.
Bishounen: Yes, but I thought I should be more specific, as I am allergic to flounder.
NoV: Whatever.
Kopii: Can't..move..
Rezo: Can't..fight..must..try...urgh..
(on-stage)
Phibby: I'm going to the party, and you can't go. Nyah. :p
Gourry: Come on, let's go.
Xelloss: A torch for me; let wantons, light of heart, tickle the senseless rushes with their heels, for I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase; I'll be a candle-holder and look on. The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done.
Phibby: Stay here. You can't come. I don't like you.
Xelloss: Nay, that's not so.
Phibby: We're wasting the dark out here.
Xelloss: And we mean well in going to this mask; but 'tis no wit to go.
Phibby: Shut up.
Xelloss: I dream'd a dream to-night.
Phibby: I don't care.
Xelloss: Well, what was yours?
Phibby: I didn't dream.
Xelloss: In bed asleep, while they do dream things true.
Phibby: Would you stop talking?
Xelloss: Queen Mab! What's she?
Phibby: A whore.
Xelloss: Peace, peace! Mercutio, peace! Thou talk'st of nothing.
Phibby: You're the one who won't shut up.
Gourry: It's time to eat! Let's go!!
Xelloss: I fear too early; for my mind misgives some consequence yet hanging in the stars shall bitterly begin his fearful date with this night's revels, and expire the term of a despised life clos'd in my breast (snicker) by some vile forfeit of untimely death. But he, that hath the steerage of my course, direct my sail! On, lusty gentlemen.
Gourry: Hit a drum.
(Gourry, Xelloss, and Phibby leave the stage)
NoV: That could have been worse, but I can't help but ask: Phibby, are you specifically TRYING to ruin my play?
Phibby: Well, of course!!
NoV: Of course. Well, catcha next time!