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{{script|Triago}}: Good colleagues: there are but [[Twenty-five minutes left|twenty minutes left]]. <br> | |||
{{script|Triago}}: Good colleagues: there are but [[Twenty-five minutes left|twenty minutes left]]. | Wouldst you [[I’m conscious that time is precious|thy precious time]] reclaim; <br> | ||
Wouldst you [[I’m conscious that time is precious|thy precious time]] reclaim; | Or may we keep afoot our [[infinite game]] — <br> | ||
Or may we keep afoot our [[infinite game]] — | With more, or any other, business? Search anew, <br> | ||
With more, or any other, business? Search anew, | What items canst be tabled without ado? <br> | ||
What items canst be tabled without ado? | {{script|Gloucester}}'': Nothing sire. <br> | ||
{{script|Gloucester}}'': Nothing sire. | {{script|Kent}}'': Nor from I. <br> | ||
{{script|Kent}}'': Nor from I. | |||
:''A period of silence around the table.'' | :''A period of silence around the table.'' <br> | ||
{{script|Queen}} (''aside''): That irksome twerp. | |||
A world of richness awaits this piffling parley. | {{script|Queen}} (''aside''): That irksome twerp. <br> | ||
{{script|Triago}}: How say you, brave [[Herculio]]? | A world of richness awaits this piffling parley. <br> | ||
What agenda fodder doth the gods portend? | {{script|Triago}}: How say you, brave [[Herculio]]? <br> | ||
{{script|Herculio}}: The gods? The ''gods''? Methinks you jest. | What agenda fodder doth the gods portend?<br> | ||
Th’almighty has no use for paltry conference. | {{script|Herculio}}: The gods? The ''gods''? Methinks you jest. <br> | ||
{{script|Triago}}: I think he does, sirrah! | Th’almighty has no use for paltry conference.<br> | ||
{{script|Queen}}: Oh, ho! How so? | {{script|Triago}}: I think he does, sirrah! <br> | ||
What matters lie upon thy parchèd record | {{script|Queen}}: Oh, ho! How so? <br> | ||
That be yet unbeknownst to sacred mind? | What matters lie upon thy parchèd record <br> | ||
Whose cogs and toothèd gears | That be yet unbeknownst to sacred mind? <br> | ||
Whose immaculate escapements | Whose cogs and toothèd gears <br> | ||
All history — gone and yet to come — defined? | Whose immaculate escapements <br> | ||
What need hath she, or he | All history — gone and yet to come — defined? <br> | ||
Who bid the lion lay with lamb | What need hath she, or he <br> | ||
For this dismal convention? | Who bid the lion lay with lamb <br> | ||
{{script|Nuncle}}: Thou maketh me to meet — | For this dismal convention? <br> | ||
Therefore I am. | {{script|Nuncle}}: Thou maketh me to meet — <br> | ||
{{script|Triago}}: How should I know, my Queen? | Therefore I am.<br> | ||
How should I know? | {{script|Triago}}: How should I know, my Queen? <br> | ||
{{script|Queen}}: Quite so, good sir, quite so. I must away. | How should I know?<br> | ||
Maketh thou the time-ball drop. | {{script|Queen}}: Quite so, good sir, quite so. I must away. <br> | ||
Maketh thou the time-ball drop. <br> | |||
:''Exit {{caps|Queen}} | :''Exit {{caps|Queen}} | ||
{{script|Herculio}}: With all my heart, my Liege — | |||
[[I have to hop|One has to hop]]. | {{script|Herculio}}: With all my heart, my Liege —<br> | ||
[[I have to hop|One has to hop]].<br> | |||
:''Exeunt'' | :''Exeunt'' | ||
</div> | </div> | ||
Revision as of 14:16, 4 May 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