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{{script|Triago}}: Good colleagues: there are but [[Twenty-five minutes left|twenty minutes left]]. <br>
{{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; <br>
Wouldst you [[I’m conscious that time is precious|thy precious time]] reclaim;<br>
Or may we keep afoot our [[infinite game]] — <br>
Or may we keep afoot our [[infinite game]] —<br>
With more, or any other, business? Search anew, <br>
With more, or any other, business? Search anew,<br>
What items canst be tabled without ado? <br>
What items canst be tabled without ado?}}
{{script|Gloucester}}'': Nothing sire. <br>
{{dia|Gloucester|Nothing sire.}}
{{script|Kent}}'': Nor from I. <br>
{{dia|Kent|Nor from I.}}


:''A period of silence around the table.'' <br>
''A period of silence around the table.''<br>


{{script|Queen}} (''aside''): That irksome twerp. <br>
{{dia|Queen|(''Aside'') That irksome twerp.<br>
A world of richness awaits this piffling parley. <br>
A world of richness awaits this piffling parley.}}
{{script|Triago}}: How say you, brave [[Herculio]]? <br>
{{dia|Triago|How say you, brave [[Herculio]]?<br>
What agenda fodder doth the gods portend?<br>
What agenda fodder doth the gods portend?}}
{{script|Herculio}}:  The gods? The ''gods''? Methinks you jest. <br>
{{dia|Herculio| The gods? The ''gods''? Methinks you jest.<br>
Th’almighty has no use for paltry conference.<br>
Th’almighty has no use for paltry conference.}}
{{script|Triago}}: I think he does, sirrah! <br>
{{dia|Triago|I think he does, sirrah!}}
{{script|Queen}}: Oh, ho! How so? <br>
{{dia|Queen|Oh, ho! How so?<br>
What matters lie upon thy parchèd record <br>
What matters lie upon thy parchèd record<br>
That be yet unbeknownst to sacred mind? <br>
That be yet unbeknownst to sacred mind? <br>
Whose cogs and toothèd gears <br>
Whose cogs and toothèd gears<br>
Whose immaculate escapements <br>
Whose immaculate escapements<br>
All history — gone and yet to come — defined? <br>
All history — gone and yet to come — defined?<br>
What need hath she, or he <br>
What need hath she, or he<br>
Who bid the lion lay with lamb <br>
Who bid the lion lay with lamb<br>
For this dismal convention? <br>
For this dismal convention?}}
{{script|Nuncle}}: Thou maketh me to meet — <br>
{{dia|Nuncle|Thou maketh me to meet —<br>
Therefore I am.<br>
Therefore I am.}}
{{script|Triago}}: How should I know, my Queen? <br>
{{dia|Triago|How should I know, my Queen?<br>
How should I know?<br>
How should I know?}}
{{script|Queen}}: Quite so, good sir, quite so. I must away. <br>
{{dia|Queen|Quite so, good sir, quite so. I must away.<br>
Maketh thou the time-ball drop. <br>
Maketh thou the time-ball drop.}}


:''Exit {{caps|Queen}}
''Exit {{caps|Queen}}


{{script|Herculio}}: With all my heart, my Liege —<br>
{{dia|Herculio|With all my heart, my Liege —<br>
[[I have to hop|One has to hop]].<br>
[[I have to hop|One has to hop]].}}
:''Exeunt''
 
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''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