Zell's Prince Romeo
Me: WAH! ::pouting:: No one has reviewed for the last two chapters. Does that mean no one likes my story anymore?
Zell: Yip.
Me: Your not supposed to say that. Anyway... I'm sorry to say but this will be the second last chapter in this story. I don't think I could write anymore than that.
Zell: So... what's going to happen in the next two chapters?
Me: ::smiling:: A lot!
Squall: Are you going to tell us?
Me: ::shaking head:: Nope. You'll have to wait and see.
Chapter Eleven
Squall quickly finished typing out the last of his report. He clicked on 'Spelling and Grammar' and checked the whole document. He saved it and left it to print. He grabbed his jacket that he had taken off, and ran to the door. He knocked really hard on the door. "Xu! I need out! I'm going to be late!" Shouted Squall through the door. The door opened and Xu stood in front of it, not letting Squall passed.
"Have you finished it all?" She asked.
"Yes." He rubbed his temples, feeling the start of a headache. "I need to go or I'll be late. Just trust me that I've finished it." Xu stepped aside and let Squall pass and was about to run to the lift, but stopped. "Have you got the thing I asked you to get?" Xu nodded and handed a small box to him. "Thanks." With that Squall ran to the lift and got in. When the lift reached the first floor Squall ran as fast as he could to the Quad, barely missing a few students.
Squall only stopped running when he got to the middle of the Quad. He bent over with his hands on his knees, panting. Zell was standing not that far away, dressed ready for the play. The blonde lifted up the front of the dress so he wouldn't stand on it, and made is way over to the brunette. "You made it." He smiled.
Squall nodded and slowly straightened up. "I wouldn't miss this." He leaned in and kissed Zell. "I wouldn't want to let someone else kiss you." Zell took Squall's hand in his, and walked over to where the costumes were hanging up. Squall took his costume and got changed. Since they were outside they really couldn't go inside and get changed in the shower room. So everyone just got changed outside, in front of everyone else. They were all men after all.
Unbeknown to all of them was that Selphie took pictures of all the people the other girls wanted a photo of. A few of the girls had asked of a photo of Irvine, which she declined not to give, Irvine was her man. No one got to look at him but her. A lot more girls had asked for photos of Squall or Zell or both of them kissing. It had taken all of her might to not agree to give them the photos. Squall and Zell were her friends, plus the girls would see them kissing in the play anyway. So far she managed to sell a lot of photos of Sephiroth and Seifer. But the majority of photos she sold were for Vincent and Tidus.
Selphie came into the Quad moments after Squall had finished getting changed. Most of the cast were on the stage talking to each other. "Everyone on the stage!" She shouted. The rest of the cast began to walk to the stage.
Squall pulled Seifer back so he could talk to him. "Seifer can you keep this for me?" Squall pulled a box out of his pocket.
Seifer's eyes widened knowing exactly what was in the box. "Is that?" Squall nodded. "Sure I'll watch after it."
"Please, make sure it doesn't get damaged." Said Squall as he walked into the stage. Seifer followed after him putting the box in his jacket pocket.
When everyone had made it up onto the stage Selphie stood on the ground, facing them. "We're here. I know you're probably all a little nervous. I kinda know how you feel, this is the first play I have ever directed. I hope you all do well. If anyone has any problems with lines don't worry. I'll be at the side of the stage with a script in my hand. You'll all be fine." She stretched out her arms. "Just forget you have an audience and you will all do great. I have faith in everyone one of you, big part or not." She lowered her arm. "Knock 'em dead and break a leg."
Laguna and Kiros were seated ready for the play to start. On all the seats was a programme with the cast list. Laguna opened his and read the cast.
Cast List
(In order of Appearance)
Chorus.................. Selphie (Tilmitt) Kinneas
Sampson................ Tidus
Gregory................. Wakka
Abraham............... Riku
Balthasar............... Sora
Benvolio............... Irvine Kinneas
Tybalt.................. Seymour
Lord Capulet.......... Cid Highwind
Lady Capulet.......... Cloud Strife
Lord Montague......... Zidane Tribal
Prince Escalus.......... Sephiroth
Romeo.................. (Headmaster) Squall Leonhart
Paris..................... Seifer Almasy
Nurse.................... Nida
Juliet..................... Zell Dincht
Mercutio................ Seifer Almasy
Servant.................. Locke Cole
Friar Laurence......... Vincent Valentine
Peter..................... Edgar Figaro
Apothecary............. Sabin Figaro
Friar John............... Cyan Garamonde
Page to Paris............ Setzer Gabbiani
Many other people from the Garden and outside came to see the play. Once everyone was seated and curtains opened and one lone figure stood centre stage. Selphie breathed in and began. "Two households, both alike in dignity. In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, from ancient grudge break to new muting. Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal Loins of these two foes. A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life. Whole misadventured piteous overthrows, do with their death bury their parents strife. The fearful passage of their death-marked love, and the continuance of their parents' rage; Which, but their children's end, nought could remove. Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage: The which, if you with patient ears attend. What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend?" Selphie walked off stage and the play began.
(A/N: Sorry to interrupt but I must say a few things before I continue. First of all, due to demand I will only be typing out four of the scenes from the play. Second of all, I will be writing the play like a script, but everything in italics is movement, costumes and stage set. Hope you all enjoy the show.)
Act 1 Scene 5
The stage is set with a small dining table, which Zell and Nida are sitting at. Squall is standing right stage with Locke beside him. Cid and Seymour are standing stage left sitting together. The backdrop is of a dance hall. Zell is wearing a long yellow dress with long sleeves with lace. Nida is wearing a French maids uniform, which reaches his ankles. Squall, Cid and Seymour are wearing solider uniforms. Locke is wearing a plain t-shirt and trousers.
Squall: Looking at Zell. (To a Servant) What lady is that, which doth enrich the hand, of yonder knight?
Locke: I know not, sir.
Squall: O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night. Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows, as yonder lady o'er her fellows shows. The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand, and, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand. Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
Seymour: Looking at Squall. (To Cid) This, by his voice, should be a Montague. Fetch me my rapier, boy. What dares the slave, come hither, cover'd with an antic face, to fleer and scorn at our solemnity? Now, by the stock and honour of my kin, to strike him dead, I hold it not a sin.
Cid: Why, how now, kinsman! wherefore storm you so?
Seymour: Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe, a villain that is hither come in spite, to scorn at our solemnity this night.
Cid: Young Romeo is it?
Seymour: 'Tis he, that villain Romeo.
Cid: Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone; He bears him like a portly gentleman; And, to say truth, Verona brags of him To be a virtuous and well-govern'd youth: I would not for the wealth of all the town Here in my house do him disparagement: Therefore be patient, take no note of him: It is my will, the which if thou respect, Show a fair presence and put off these frowns, And ill-beseeming semblance for a feast.
Seymour: It fits, when such a villain is a guest: I'll not endure him.
Cid: He shall be endured: What, goodman boy! I say, he shall: go to; Am I the master here, or you? go to. You'll not endure him! God shall mend my soul! You'll make a mutiny among my guests! You will set cock-a-hoop! You'll be the man!
Seymour: Why, uncle, 'tis a shame.
Cid: Go to, go to; You are a saucy boy: is't so, indeed? This trick may chance to scathe you, I know what: You must contrary me! Marry, 'tis time. Well said, my hearts! You are a princox; go: Be quiet, or--More light, more light! For shame! I'll make you quiet. What, cheerly, my hearts!
Seymour: Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting. Make's my flesh tremble in their different greeting. I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall. Now, seeming sweet convert to bitter gall. Seymour exits stage left. Zell rises from his seat and stands in front of the table. Squall walks over to Zell.
Squall: If I profane with my unworthiest hand This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss. Squall takes Zell's hand and kisses it and lets go of the hand.
Zell: Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this; For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.
Squall: Have not saint's lips, and holy palmers too?
Zell: Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
Squall: O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
Zell: Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.
Squall: Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take. Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged. Squall leans towards Zell to give him a kiss. Zell steps back.
Zell: Then have my lips the sin that they have took.
Squall: Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again.
Zell: You kiss by the book. Nida stands up and walks to stand beside Zell.
Nida: Madam, your mother craves a word with you. Zell moves to stage left.
Squall: What is her mother?
Nida: Marry, bachelor, Her mother is the lady of the house, And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous I nursed her daughter, that you talk'd withal; I tell you, he that can lay hold of her. Shall have the chinks.
Squall: Is she a Capulet? O dear account! My life is my foe's debt. Irvine enters by stage right and stands beside Squall.
Irvine: Away, begone; the sport is at the best.
Squall: Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest. Cid stands beside Nurse.
Cid: Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone; We have a trifling foolish banquet towards. Is it e'en so? why, then, I thank you all I thank you, honest gentlemen; good night. More torches here! Come on then, let's to bed. Ah, sirrah, by my fay, it waxes late: I'll to my rest. Everyone but Zell and Nurse exit the stage. Zell is standing stage left. Nida centre stage.
Zell: Come hither, Nurse. What is yond gentleman? Nida stands beside Zell.
Nida: The son and heir of old Tiberio.
Zell: What's he that now is going out of door?
Nida: Marry, that, I think, be young Petrucio.
Zell: What's he that follows there, that would not dance?
Nida: I know not.
Zell: Go ask his name: if he be married. My grave is like to be my wedding bed.
Nida: His name is Romeo, and a Montague; The only son of your great enemy.
Zell: My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy.
Nida: What's this? what's this?
Zell: A rhyme I learn'd even now Of one I danced withal. From backstage Cloud shouts 'Juliet'.
Nida: Anon, anon! Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone. They exit stage left.
Act 3 Scene 1
The backdrop is of a marketplace. There are no props on the stage. Seifer (Mercutio) and Irvine enter and take centre stage facing each other. Seifer is wearing black leather trousers and a white shirt, over which he has a deep purple trench coat. Irvine is wearing black trousers and a dark blue shirt and his hair is down. Both have swords at their belts.
Irvine: I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire: The day is hot, the Capulets abroad, And, if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl; For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.
Seifer: Thou art like one of those fellows that when he enters the confines of a tavern claps me his sword upon the table and says 'God send me no need of thee!' and by the operation of the second cup draws it on the drawer, when indeed there is no need.
Irvine: Am I like such a fellow?
Seifer: Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as any in Italy, and as soon moved to be moody, and as soon moody to be moved.
Irvine: And what to?
Seifer: Nay, an there were two such, we should have none shortly, for one would kill the other. Thou! why, thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more, or a hair less, in his beard, than thou hast: thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes: what eye but such an eye would spy out such a quarrel? Thy head is as fun of quarrels as an egg is full of meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as an egg for quarrelling: thou hast quarrelled with a man for coughing in the street, because he hath wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun: didst thou not fall out with a tailor for wearing his new doublet before Easter? with another, for tying his new shoes with old riband? and yet thou wilt tutor me from quarrelling!
Irvine: An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man should buy the fee-simple of my life for an hour and a quarter.
Seifer: The fee-simple! O simple!
Irvine: By my head, here come the Capulets.
Seifer: By my heel, I care not. Seymour enters. Irvine and Seifer stand side-by-side, facing stage left, and Seymour stands in front of them. Seymour is wearing a solider uniform with a sword at his belt.
Seymour: Follow me close, for I will speak to them. Gentlemen, good den: a word with one of you.
Seifer: And but one word with one of us? couple it with something; make it a word and a blow. Seifer stands in front of Irvine glaring at Seymour.
Seymour: You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, an you will give me occasion.
Seifer: Could you not take some occasion without giving?
Seymour: Mercutio, thou consort'st with Romeo,--
Seifer: Consort! what, dost thou make us minstrels? An thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but discords: here's my fiddlestick; here's that shall make you dance. 'Zounds, consort!
Irvine: We talk here in the public haunt of men: Either withdraw unto some private place, And reason coldly of your grievances, Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us.
Seifer: Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze; I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I. Squall enters from behind Irvine. He is wearing black trousers and a blue t-shirt, his sword on his belt.
Seymour: Well, peace be with you, sir: here comes my man. Seifer and Irvine turn around to see Squall.
Seifer: But I'll be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery: Marry, go before to field, he'll be your follower; Your worship in that sense may call him 'man.'
Seymour: Romeo, the hate I bear thee can afford No better term than this,--thou art a villain. Squall and Seymour face each other with Seifer and Irvine standing side-by-side facing the audience.
Squall: Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee Doth much excuse the appertaining rage To such a greeting: villain am I none; Therefore farewell; I see thou know'st me not.
Seymour: Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries That thou hast done me; therefore turn and draw. Seymour is about to draw his sword.
Squall: I do protest, I never injured thee, But love thee better than thou canst devise, Till thou shalt know the reason of my love: And so, good Capulet,--which name I tender As dearly as my own,--be satisfied.
Seifer: O calm, dishonourable, vile submission! Alla stoccata carries it away. Seifer draws his sword. Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?
Seymour: What wouldst thou have with me?
Seifer: Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine lives; that I mean to make bold withal, and as you shall use me hereafter, dry beat the rest of the eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his pitcher by the ears? make haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out.
Seymour: I am for you. Seymour draws his sword.
Squall: Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.
Seifer: Come, sir, your passado. Seifer and Seymour fight. Squall turns to Irvine.
Squall: Draw, Benvolio; beat down their weapons. Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage! Tybalt, Mercutio, the prince expressly hath Forbidden bandying in Verona streets: Squall stands in front of Seifer with his back to Seymour. Squall holds Seifer back with his hands. Hold, Tybalt! Good Mercutio! From under Squall's arm Seymour stabs Seifer and runs away. Seifer clutches his wounded side.
Seifer: I am hurt. A plague o' both your houses! I am sped. Is he gone, and hath nothing? Irvine walks over to the Squall and Seifer.
Irvine: What, art thou hurt?
Seifer: Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough.
Squall: Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.
Seifer: No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve: ask for me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o' both your houses! 'Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a cat, to scratch a man to death! a braggart, a rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of arithmetic! Why the devil came you between us? I was hurt under your arm.
Squall: I thought all for the best.
Seifer: Help me into some house, Benvolio, Or I shall faint. A plague o' both your houses! They have made worms' meat of me: I have it, And soundly too: your houses! Irvine puts Seifer arm around his shoulders and exits the stage with Seifer. Squall is left standing centre stage.
Squall: This gentleman, the prince's near ally, My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt In my behalf; my reputation stain'd With Tybalt's slander,--Tybalt, that an hour Hath been my kinsman! O sweet Juliet, Thy beauty hath made me effeminate And in my temper soften'd valour's steel! Irvine enters again, alone and crying.
Irvine: O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead! That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds, Which too untimely here did scorn the earth.
Squall: This day's black fate on more days doth depend; This but begins the woe, others must end.
Irvine: Here comes the furious Tybalt back again.
Squall: Alive, in triumph! and Mercutio slain! Away to heaven, respective lenity, And fire-eyed fury be my conduct now! Seymour enters with his sword drawn. Squall draws his sword. Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again, That late thou gavest me; for Mercutio's soul Is but a little way above our heads, Staying for thine to keep him company: Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him.
Seymour: Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here, Shalt with him hence.
Squall: This shall determine that. Squall and Seymour fight. Seymour falls clutching his bleeding chest. Irvine stands in front of Squall.
Irvine: Romeo, away, be gone! The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain. Stand not amazed: the prince will doom thee death, If thou art taken: hence, be gone, away!
Squall: O, I am fortune's fool!
Irvine: Why dost thou stay? Squall exits. Enters Sephiroth, Cid, Cloud, Zidane and Kuja.
Sephiroth: Where are the vile beginners of this fray?
Irvine: O noble prince, I can discover all The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl: There lies the man, slain by young Romeo, That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio.
Cloud: Tybalt, my cousin! O my brother's child! O prince! O cousin! Husband! O, the blood is spilt O my dear kinsman! Prince, as thou art true, For blood of ours, shed blood of Montague. O cousin, cousin!
Sephiroth: Benvolio, who began this bloody fray?
Irvine: Beginning to cry again. Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did slay; Romeo that spoke him fair, bade him bethink How nice the quarrel was, and urged withal Your high displeasure: all this uttered With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bow'd, Could not take truce with the unruly spleen Of Tybalt deaf to peace, but that he tilts With piercing steel at bold Mercutio's breast, Who all as hot, turns deadly point to point, And, with a martial scorn, with one hand beats Cold death aside, and with the other sends It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity, Retorts it: Romeo he cries aloud, 'Hold, friends! friends, part!' and, swifter than
his tongue, His agile arm beats down their fatal points, And 'twixt them rushes; underneath whose arm An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled; But by and by comes back to Romeo, Who had but newly entertain'd revenge, And to 't they go like lightning, for, ere I Could draw to part them, was stout Tybalt slain. And, as he fell, did Romeo turn and fly. This is the truth, or let Benvolio die.
Cloud: Crying. He is a kinsman to the Montague; Affection makes him false; he speaks not true: Some twenty of them fought in this black strife, And all those twenty could but kill one life. I beg for justice, which thou, prince, must give; Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live.
Sephiroth: Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio; Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe?
Zidane: Not Romeo, prince, he was Mercutio's friend; His fault concludes but what the law should end, The life of Tybalt.
Sephiroth: And for that offence Immediately we do exile him hence: I have an interest in your hate's proceeding, My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding; But I'll amerce you with so strong a fine That you shall all repent the loss of mine: I will be deaf to pleading and excuses; Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses: Therefore use none: let Romeo hence in haste, Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. Bear hence this body and attend our will: Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill. Everyone exits.
Me: Wow. That was the longest chapter yet. And it took forever to write.
Zell: Lair. All you did was copy and paste.
Me: Yeah but then I had to write it out from a book because I lost the web address.
Squall; She has a point. Anyway, hurry up! I want the next chapter up already.
Me: Okie dokie. Review please. So I now you still like this story!