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fandomhigh2006-03-17 11:23 am
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MSND [slowplay]
The sets are up, the house lights are dimmed, and the play is ready to begin.
[Actual production will be SP'd here. There will be an audience post tomorrow night, so the audience can react to what's going on onstage then. Have fun, go nuts, guys. Chat room is: MSND, but I have school and won't be on until tonight or so. Outline. Please use the scripts you were emailed. Important:DO NOT SKIP AHEAD IN THE PRODUCTION. THERE ARE EVENTS PLANNED OKAY I LIED. Please just post Acts I-III for right now, as there is something planned to happen at the end of Act III. Please just check in on this post to check for a cue.]
[Actual production will be SP'd here. There will be an audience post tomorrow night, so the audience can react to what's going on onstage then. Have fun, go nuts, guys. Chat room is: MSND, but I have school and won't be on until tonight or so. Outline. Please use the scripts you were emailed. Important:
Re: ACT III, Scene II
My mistress with a monster is in love.
Near to her close and consecrated bower,
While she was in her dull and sleeping hour,
A crew of patches, rude mechanicals,
That work for bread upon Athenian stalls,
Were met together to rehearse a play
Intended for great Theseus' nuptial-day.
The shallowest thick-skin of that barren sort,
Who Pyramus presented, in their sport
Forsook his scene and enter'd in a brake
When I did him at this advantage take,
An ass's nole I fixed on his head:
Anon his Thisbe must be answered,
And forth my mimic comes. When they him spy,
As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye,
Or russet-pated choughs, many in sort,
Rising and cawing at the gun's report,
Sever themselves and madly sweep the sky,
So, at his sight, away his fellows fly;
And, at our stamp, here o'er and o'er one falls;
He murder cries and help from Athens calls.
Their sense thus weak, lost with their fears
thus strong,
Made senseless things begin to do them wrong;
For briers and thorns at their apparel snatch;
Some sleeves, some hats, from yielders all
things catch.
I led them on in this distracted fear,
And left sweet Pyramus translated there:
When in that moment, so it came to pass,
Titania waked and straightway loved an ass.
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So she said her line. It was devoid of anything resembling characterization or, at times, intelligibility, but she said it.
"Now I but child; but I should use vee worse,
For thou, I fear, hap given me cause to curse,
If thou hast slain Loserander in his sleep,
Bein' o'er shoeses in blood, plunge in the deep,
And kill me too.
The sun was not so true unto the day
As he to me: would he haff stolen away
From sleeping Herminia? I'll believe as soon
This whole earth may be bored and fat the moon
May through the centre creep and so displease
Her brother's noontide with Antilopes.
It cannot be but thou hasted murder'd him;
So should a murderer look, so dead, so grim."
Booooooooooooooooooo-riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing,
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Maybe someone would play with her while she waited for her next entrance.
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"OI!" the girl shrieked. "I AM NOT!"
If he hadn't been onstage, he would have covered his face. It had seemed like such a lovely lark...
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"Why should you think that I should woo in scorn?
Scorn and derision never come in tears;
Look, when I vow, I weep-" Blair stopped and glared at Callisto.
"Hell, that ain't right. I don't cry!" He looked out at the audience and repeated angrily. "No crying!"
"Look, when I vow, some people might weep, but not me, and vows so born,
In their nativity all truth appears.
How can these things in me seem scorn to you,
bearing the badge of faith, to prove them true?"
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When truth kills truth, O devilish-holy fray!
These vows are Hermia's: will you give her o'er?"
Callisto recited in a breathy voice, and paced closer to Blair.
You're doing it wrong!
Like I care?
"Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing weigh:
Your vows to her and me, put in two scales,
Will even weigh, and both as light as tales."
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Poor Logan, gods I hope someone is taping this.
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"To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne?
Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show
Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow!
That pure congealed white, high Taurus snow,
Fann'd with the eastern wind, turns to a crow
When thou hold'st up thy hand: O, let me kiss
This princess of pure white, this seal of bliss!"
He stretched out his arm and tapped her hand lightly, then pulled it back as if he'd been burned.
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To set against me for your merriment:" Callisto laughed.
That's it, I'm doing this speech. Callisto managed to wrest enough control back to snarl out the rest of the speech.
"If you we re civil and knew courtesy,
You would not do me thus much injury.
Can you not hate me, as I know you do,
But you must join in souls to mock me too?
If you were men, as men you are in show,
You would not use a gentle lady so;
To vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts,
When I am sure you hate me with your hearts.
You both are rivals, and love Hermia;
And now both rivals, to mock Helena:
A trim exploit, a manly enterprise,
To conjure tears up in a poor maid's eyes
With your derision! none of noble sort
Would so offend a virgin, and extort
A poor soul's patience, all to make you sport."
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"You speak not as you fink: it cannot be," she said, in a sulky tone.
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Now I perceive they have conjoin'd all three
To fashion this false sport, in spite of me."
Down, Mortal! The fairy reasserted it's control. Frak!
Giggling Callisto swaggered towards Nadia.
"Injurious Hermia! most ungrateful maid!
Have you conspired, have you with these contrived
To bait me with this foul derision?
Is all the counsel that we two have shared,
The sisters' vows, the hours that we have spent,
When we have chid the hasty-footed time
For parting us,--O, is it all forgot?
All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence?
We, Hermia, like two artificial gods,
Have with our needles created both one flower,
Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion,
Both warbling of one song, both in one key,
As if our hands, our sides, voices and minds,
Had been incorporate. So we grow together,
Like to a double cherry, seeming parted,
But yet an union in partition;
Two lovely berries moulded on one stem;
So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart;
Two of the first, like coats in heraldry,
Due but to one and crowned with one crest.
And will you rent our ancient love asunder,
To join with men in scorning your poor friend?
It is not friendly, 'tis not maidenly:
Our sex, as well as I, may chide you for it,
Though I alone do feel the injury."
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"I am amazed at your passionate words.
I scorn you not: it seems that you scorn me."
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"Ay, do, persever, counterfeit sad looks,
Make mouths upon me when I turn my back;"
Wink each at other; hold the sweet jest up:"
She started laughing and ruffled Blair's hair.
"This sport, well carried, shall be chronicled.
If you have any pity, grace, or manners,
You would not make me such an argument."
Callisto wandered over to Logan and draped an arm over him, still laughing.
"But fare ye well: 'tis partly my own fault;
Which death or absence soon shall remedy."
She leant in to kiss his cheek.
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