The Curse Of The Scottish Play
Chapter 4: The Priest
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I do not own Macbeth.
In case anyone is offended, don't worry. It ends well.
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"What bloody man is that? He can report, as seemeth by his plight, of the revolt the newest state."
"This is the sergeant, who like a good and hearty soldier fought 'gainst my captivity. Hail, brave friend! Say to the king thy knowledge of the broil as thou didst leave it."
"Doubtful it stood, as... eh, ..."
"As two spent swimmers that do cling together and choke their art,"Mac whispered to himself. "Honestly! I'm only here to mess with this godforsaken play and I know it better than him!" He shook his head and looked back down at the rehearsal. His seat on top of the big spotlight gave him an excellent view of the stage. He couldn't believe he'd never thought of climbing up there before.
"But all's too weak; for brave Macbeth -" At his fathers name, Mac kicked the light he was sitting on. The ensuing BANG and the flickering of the light made the actors shudder. He laughed quietly as the captain struggled to pick up his lines again.
He honestly had no idea why he was so happy. He really should be depressed, after killing so many people. But Gruoch hadn't even started looking for another spell, so he was really just goofing around and playing with these poor actors' minds. It was almost a vacation after all that bloodshed.
"Dismay'd not this our captains, Macbeth and -" Mac kicked the light again. " - Banquo?" Duncan practically squeaked the other general's name. Mac could barely contain his laughter.
"What the..? " He heard the door open and close quietly. Looking behind him, he could see that a small man wearing a jacket and carrying a small bag had entered. He had a bad feeling about this guy, but he really had no idea why. The man walked up to the director and waited patiently behind him, not wanting to interrupt the rehearsal.
He didn't have to wait for very long. The director was getting frustrated with the actors and with what he supposed was the curse. "Alright, guys, " he addressed those on stage, "We're not getting anywhere today. Let's pack it up and hope for better luck tomorrow." As the actors began to shuffle off the stage, the strange man tapped the director on the shoulder.
"Excuse me, " he said politely, "Are you Mr. Drey?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah, you must be Mr. McCorrey," Mr. Drey replied, "It's great to meet you, Father."
"Father?" Mac thought. Was this McCorrey man a priest? The idea of a priest involved bothered him. What if he got in the way, or did something stupid. He didn't want to kill anyone from the church. It just seemed wrong, more so than just killing in general. He leaned over the side of the spotlight to listen.
" So, " the director continued, "Do you think you can do anything?"
"Well, it really depends, I'm afraid. I don't know what's causing it all. But I do have a few tricks up my sleeve. Exorcism is an option, and if that doesn't work, I promise I'll do all I can to protect your actors."
Exorcism could be a very bad thing. It didn't sound good at all. Mac scrambled off the lamp, into an air duct, and out of the building. He had to tell Gruoch about this right away. (The light is on the ceiling.)
"What happens in an exorcism?" Mac asked.
"A demon or an evil spirit is driven away," Gruoch told him. She was sitting out in the field enjoying the fresh air. It had been a long time since she'd been away from all her musty old spell books. She hadn't done any reading at all since their last spell's failure.
"How?"
"The exorcist forces the spirit to reveal his name, and then makes it swear in the name of the lord to leave, or do anything else he commands it to. Why?"
"But what happens to the ghost?"
"I don't know. Why do you ask?"
"There's this man who's a priest and he said he might try to exorcise the theatre."
"What?" Gruoch exclaimed. She lay down on the dry grass. "This won't be any good."
"What will we do about it?" Mac asked.
"We'll stay at the theatre tomorrow as long as he's there. That way we can try to stop him from doing anything. Or, if worst comes to worst, we can let him exorcise us instead of Mother and Father."
Mac sat beside her in the field. He had a bad feeling that this wouldn't turn out well.
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Sorry if it seems like Mr. McCorrey is a bad guy. No offense meant. Church is great. So is exorcism, in some cases.
Chapter 4: The Priest
...
I do not own Macbeth.
In case anyone is offended, don't worry. It ends well.
....
"What bloody man is that? He can report, as seemeth by his plight, of the revolt the newest state."
"This is the sergeant, who like a good and hearty soldier fought 'gainst my captivity. Hail, brave friend! Say to the king thy knowledge of the broil as thou didst leave it."
"Doubtful it stood, as... eh, ..."
"As two spent swimmers that do cling together and choke their art,"Mac whispered to himself. "Honestly! I'm only here to mess with this godforsaken play and I know it better than him!" He shook his head and looked back down at the rehearsal. His seat on top of the big spotlight gave him an excellent view of the stage. He couldn't believe he'd never thought of climbing up there before.
"But all's too weak; for brave Macbeth -" At his fathers name, Mac kicked the light he was sitting on. The ensuing BANG and the flickering of the light made the actors shudder. He laughed quietly as the captain struggled to pick up his lines again.
He honestly had no idea why he was so happy. He really should be depressed, after killing so many people. But Gruoch hadn't even started looking for another spell, so he was really just goofing around and playing with these poor actors' minds. It was almost a vacation after all that bloodshed.
"Dismay'd not this our captains, Macbeth and -" Mac kicked the light again. " - Banquo?" Duncan practically squeaked the other general's name. Mac could barely contain his laughter.
"What the..? " He heard the door open and close quietly. Looking behind him, he could see that a small man wearing a jacket and carrying a small bag had entered. He had a bad feeling about this guy, but he really had no idea why. The man walked up to the director and waited patiently behind him, not wanting to interrupt the rehearsal.
He didn't have to wait for very long. The director was getting frustrated with the actors and with what he supposed was the curse. "Alright, guys, " he addressed those on stage, "We're not getting anywhere today. Let's pack it up and hope for better luck tomorrow." As the actors began to shuffle off the stage, the strange man tapped the director on the shoulder.
"Excuse me, " he said politely, "Are you Mr. Drey?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah, you must be Mr. McCorrey," Mr. Drey replied, "It's great to meet you, Father."
"Father?" Mac thought. Was this McCorrey man a priest? The idea of a priest involved bothered him. What if he got in the way, or did something stupid. He didn't want to kill anyone from the church. It just seemed wrong, more so than just killing in general. He leaned over the side of the spotlight to listen.
" So, " the director continued, "Do you think you can do anything?"
"Well, it really depends, I'm afraid. I don't know what's causing it all. But I do have a few tricks up my sleeve. Exorcism is an option, and if that doesn't work, I promise I'll do all I can to protect your actors."
Exorcism could be a very bad thing. It didn't sound good at all. Mac scrambled off the lamp, into an air duct, and out of the building. He had to tell Gruoch about this right away. (The light is on the ceiling.)
"What happens in an exorcism?" Mac asked.
"A demon or an evil spirit is driven away," Gruoch told him. She was sitting out in the field enjoying the fresh air. It had been a long time since she'd been away from all her musty old spell books. She hadn't done any reading at all since their last spell's failure.
"How?"
"The exorcist forces the spirit to reveal his name, and then makes it swear in the name of the lord to leave, or do anything else he commands it to. Why?"
"But what happens to the ghost?"
"I don't know. Why do you ask?"
"There's this man who's a priest and he said he might try to exorcise the theatre."
"What?" Gruoch exclaimed. She lay down on the dry grass. "This won't be any good."
"What will we do about it?" Mac asked.
"We'll stay at the theatre tomorrow as long as he's there. That way we can try to stop him from doing anything. Or, if worst comes to worst, we can let him exorcise us instead of Mother and Father."
Mac sat beside her in the field. He had a bad feeling that this wouldn't turn out well.
....
Sorry if it seems like Mr. McCorrey is a bad guy. No offense meant. Church is great. So is exorcism, in some cases.