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<div class="wrap">''{{caps|[[Triago]]}}'': Good colleagues: there are but [[Twenty-five minutes left|twenty minutes left]].  
{{dia|Triago|Good colleagues: there are but [[Twenty-five minutes left|twenty minutes left]].<br>
Wouldst you [[I’m conscious that time is precious|thy precious time]] reclaim;  
Wouldst you [[I’m conscious that time is precious|thy precious time]] reclaim;<br>
Or may we keep afoot our [[infinite game]] —  
Or may we keep afoot our [[infinite game]] —<br>
With more, or any other, business? Search anew,  
With more, or any other, business? Search anew,<br>
What items canst be tabled without ado?  
What items canst be tabled without ado?}}
''{{caps|Gloucester}}'': Nothing sire.  
{{dia|Gloucester|Nothing sire.}}
''{{caps|Kent}}'': Nor from I.  
{{dia|Kent|Nor from I.}}
:''A period of silence around the table.''
 
''{{caps|[[Queen]]}}'' (''aside''): That irksome twerp.  
''A period of silence around the table.''<br>
A world of richness awaits this piffling parley.  
 
''{{caps|[[Triago]]}}'': How say you, brave [[Herculio]]?  
{{dia|Queen|(''Aside'') That irksome twerp.<br>
What agenda fodder doth the gods portend?
A world of richness awaits this piffling parley.}}
''{{caps|[[Herculio]]}}'':  The gods? The ''gods''? Methinks you jest.  
{{dia|Triago|How say you, brave [[Herculio]]?<br>
Th’almighty has no use for paltry conference.
What agenda fodder doth the gods portend?}}
''{{caps|[[Triago]]}}'': I think he does, sirrah!  
{{dia|Herculio| The gods? The ''gods''? Methinks you jest.<br>
''{{caps|[[Queen]]}}'': Oh, ho! How so?  
Th’almighty has no use for paltry conference.}}
What matters lie upon thy parchèd record  
{{dia|Triago|I think he does, sirrah!}}
That be yet unbeknownst to sacred mind?
{{dia|Queen|Oh, ho! How so?<br>
Whose cogs and toothèd gears  
What matters lie upon thy parchèd record<br>
Whose immaculate escapements  
That be yet unbeknownst to sacred mind? <br>
All history — gone and yet to come — defined?  
Whose cogs and toothèd gears<br>
What need hath she, or he  
Whose immaculate escapements<br>
Who bid the lion lay with lamb  
All history — gone and yet to come — defined?<br>
For this dismal convention?  
What need hath she, or he<br>
''{{caps|[[Nuncle]]}}'': Thou maketh me to meet —  
Who bid the lion lay with lamb<br>
Therefore I am.
For this dismal convention?}}
''{{caps|[[Triago]]}}'': How should I know, my Queen?  
{{dia|Nuncle|Thou maketh me to meet —<br>
How should I know?
Therefore I am.}}
''{{caps|[[Queen]]}}'': Quite so, good sir, quite so. I must away.  
{{dia|Triago|How should I know, my Queen?<br>
Maketh thou the time-ball drop.  
How should I know?}}
::''Exit {{caps|[[Queen]]}}''
{{dia|Queen|Quite so, good sir, quite so. I must away.<br>
''{{caps|[[Herculio]]}}'': With all my heart, my Liege —
Maketh thou the time-ball drop.}}
[[I have to hop|One has to hop]].
 
::''Exeunt''
''Exit {{caps|Queen}}
</div>
 
{{dia|Herculio|With all my heart, my Liege —<br>
[[I have to hop|One has to hop]].}}
 
''Exeunt''

Latest revision as of 07:55, 11 September 2024

Triago: Good colleagues: there are but twenty minutes left.
Wouldst you thy precious time reclaim;
Or may we keep afoot our infinite game
With more, or any other, business? Search anew,
What items canst be tabled without ado?

Gloucester: Nothing sire.

Kent: Nor from I.

A period of silence around the table.

Queen: (Aside) That irksome twerp.
A world of richness awaits this piffling parley.

Triago: How say you, brave Herculio?
What agenda fodder doth the gods portend?

Herculio: The gods? The gods? Methinks you jest.
Th’almighty has no use for paltry conference.

Triago: I think he does, sirrah!

Queen: Oh, ho! How so?
What matters lie upon thy parchèd record
That be yet unbeknownst to sacred mind?
Whose cogs and toothèd gears
Whose immaculate escapements
All history — gone and yet to come — defined?
What need hath she, or he
Who bid the lion lay with lamb
For this dismal convention?

Nuncle: Thou maketh me to meet —
Therefore I am.

Triago: How should I know, my Queen?
How should I know?

Queen: Quite so, good sir, quite so. I must away.
Maketh thou the time-ball drop.

Exit Queen

Herculio: With all my heart, my Liege —
One has to hop.

Exeunt