Wouldn't it be nice, if everyone was nice?
Karel: NO! (Starts randomly killing people)
Chapter two; Hurrah! With any luck I can give you a laugh. Thanks for those who wrote, any flamers; beware of Karel.
Karel: (is wearing choke-chain and leash) woof, woof!
Disclaimer: You know the drill. Don't own Fire Emblem, don't own Shakespeare. Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
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"Saturday. What the hell am I doing here on a Saturday?"
"The reason you are here, Mr Hector, is because I asked you to be here. If you want to be part of the play, you'll stay here, too." Legault turned to the rest of the group. "Well guys and dolls…"
"You called?" yelled the myrmidon, from somewhere up the back.
"Hahaha, very funny, you should go on Broadway. As I was about to say, today's the day you all find out who's got what part. Right, forward please, Isadora."
The young lady rushed forward, face flustered. "Umm, right. The Parts are as follows; please step forward as your name is called:
JULIET, daughter of Lord & Lady Capulet: Ninian
ROMEO, son of Lord & Lady Montague: Eliwood
TYBALT, cousin to Juliet: Karel
LORD & LADY CAPULET: Pent & Louise (from the twelfth form, who've kindly agreed to help us out)
LORD & LADY MONTAGUE: Hector & Fiora
NURSE, Juliet's nurse and friend since childhood: Lyn
MERCUTIO, friend to Romeo: Matthew
BENVOLIO, friend and cousin to Romeo: Raven
THE PRINCE OF VERONA, Prince Escalus: Kent
FRIAR LAWRENCE, a priest: Lucius
And finally; MONK, a messenger of Friar Lawrence, will be played by Nino.
All the rest of you will play various nobles, citizens, etc, where required. Are there any problems or questions?"
Everyone raised their hand.
"Right. Good. Okay then, let's get started! I shall tell the story, coming to you in turn for your part."
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The scene is fair Verona, in the fifteenth century. Two households, the Montague's and Capulet's, both alike in dignity, form quarrels from ancient grudges (Lets face it; they hate each others guts).
But from the loins of these two foes, a pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life; whose misadventured piteous overthrows, do with their death bury their parents' strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love, and the continuance of their parents' rage, which, but their children's end, nought could remove, is now the traffic of our stage; the which if you with patient ears attend, what here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend!
On a warm summer's evening, the Capulet house was the brightest place in Verona. The walls of the ballroom were hung with silk tapestries, and candle-light from a dozen chandeliers threw rainbows upon the heads of the masked dancers as they twirled through the music and laughter that filled the air.
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"Sounds like they're havin' a party!"
"Yes, Matthew, they are."
"What kind of party?"
"Ahh, I knew you weren't paying attention! It says it's a masked party, with lots of dancing. Now be quiet, you mischievous Puck!"
"Such language, and there are ladies present…"
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To one side of the room, near a table of food and drink stands a young girl, Juliet, the fair daughter of Lord and Lady Capulet. She removes her mask and loosens her cascading hair, so that it hangs about her shoulders. Her face, flushed from the heat of the dance, is radiant, and her beauty, obvious to all who looked upon her. She seems unaware of her audience, for a few steps away, a young man stands gazing at her, captured by her beauty. He is Romeo, of the House Montague.
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"Forward please, Eliwood. Eliwood! ELIWOOD!"
"What, oh, sorry, million miles away." The young lord mumbled apologetically.
"SIGH. Never work with animals and children…"
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"Maaaahw…"
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"ELIWOOD!"
"Sorry…"
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"Surely I must be mistaken! Surely this nymph, this divine creature is not all which she seems! If I look a second time, surely I will find that her eyes are too close set, her nose too long or her mouth to wide! Such beauty is not possible! I must know more."
Moving slowly towards her, as if in a trance, he removes his mask, for to see her better – but the more he gazes upon her the more perfect she seems to him.
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"Sound like anyone we know?"
"Matthew could you…"
"Yes, okay Eli, keep your hair on."
"Don't call me that…"
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Without thinking, Romeo pushes his way towards her, until he finds himself at her side. Gently he takes her hand. Juliet turns her head, her soft brown eyes wide with surprise.
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Okay, that marks the end of Chapter 2. Goodnight, all.
(STARTS WALKING AWAY)
What? Oh, okay.
(COMES BACK)
Ahem. Due to this program under-running, we are very much pleased and proud to present that famous comedy show, known too many: "Everybody loves Lucius!"
Lucius: I like me.
GOODNIGHT EVERYBODY!