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'' | ''{{caps|[[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> | ||
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''{{caps|[[Triago]]}}'': How say you, brave {{caps|[[Herculio]]}}? <br> | ''{{caps|[[Triago]]}}'': How say you, brave {{caps|[[Herculio]]}}? <br> | ||
What agenda fodder doth the gods portend?<br> | What agenda fodder doth the gods portend?<br> | ||
'' | ''{{caps|[[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.<br> | ||
''{{caps|[[Triago]]}}'': I think he does, sirrah! <br> | ''{{caps|[[Triago]]}}'': I think he does, sirrah! <br> | ||
Revision as of 14:24, 22 October 2022
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
- Exit Queen
Herculio: With all my heart, my Liege —
One has to hop.
- Exeunt