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Scene 3
Setting- Living quarters of Jazmine
Enter Jazmine, Danielle, Amelia, Kaeda, Jada and Silvia
Silvia: Alas, Your Grace, you are finally. Me thought you would not show for thy royal fitting for thy Coming of Age Festival.
Jazmine: Aye I thought on it so. But tell me, Jada, why do you still fret? I am here am I not?
Jada: Alas, Your Grace, I too am happy for your presence. But 'tis not you I fret over. Have ye not heard of the news?
Kaeda: What news? Have you some gossip on thy tongue?
Amelia: My lady, 'tis not favorable for ladies of your status to speak of gossip.
Jazmine: Amelia, do not scold. For I too wish to know the gossip. Is it gossip, dear Jada? Or is it in fact truth?
Jada: Aye my lady it is true. For I was there, viewing the scene with my own eyes. I tell you no lie Your Grace.
Danielle: Very well. Speaketh now, Jada. Tell us what it is that thee has seen.
Jada: Aye, Your Majesty. For Pippin, the small apprentice of the butcher went to taste Rachael's soup.
Amelia: Was that all? See no more than small talk. There is no need to fret.
Jada: Aye that there is. For you see when Pippin had the taste of Rachael's soup upon thy lips, his face turned as white as the moon, as his tongue froth in his mouth. Gagged, he did and then fell silent, eyes open wide with silent fear. 'Tis was a horrible sight to witness, but witness it I did. That Your Grace, this is thy truth.
Amelia: I do not understand.
Silvia: 'Twas poison, Amelia. Thy soup had poison, which was thy cause of thy unfortunate boy's death.
Amelia: Oh my!
Danielle: Such a horrible event, but for what cause? Tell me Jada, whose soup was thy poison in?
Jada: My Queen, it was in that of thy King Jeffrey.
Danielle: Oh woe me! For I had dreams I did of my beloved King's life. A forewarning if you will. Alas 'tis my entire fault for thy event. I should have heeded thy gods warning.
Kaeda: My Queen, do not fret so. Please come we shall go see this matter with the King himself. Do thy agree, Jazmine?
Jazmine: Aye I do. Amelia, let us depart.
Silvia: But Your Grace! Thy fitting!
Jada: Aye Your Grace, we must have you for thy fitting.
Jazmine: Aye I will but for now I must speak thy King Jeffrey. Fare thee well.
Jazmine, and Amelia exit.
