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[Downtown
Sunnydale] [Enter Cordelia and Xander of Sunnydale] |
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Cordelia
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Thou whoreson,
senseless villain! |
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Xander of Sunnydale
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I would I were
senseless, sir, that I might not feel your blows. |
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Cordelia
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Thou art sensible
in nothing but blows, and so is an ass. |
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Xander of Sunnydale
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I am an ass,
indeed; you may prove it by my longears.
I have nothing at thy hands
for my service but blows.
When I am cold, thou heats me with beating;
when
I am warm, thy cools me
with beating; I am waked with it when I sleep;
raised with it when I sit; driven out of doors
with it when I go from
home; welcomed home
with it when I return; nay, I bear it on my shoulders,
as a beggar wont her brat; and,
I think when thy hath lamed me,
I shall
beg with it from door to door.
[Exit Xander] |
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Cordelia
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Come back villain,
that I might beat thee more
To bait fish withal: if my
anger will feed nothing else,
it will feed my revenge.
He hath disgraced me, laughed at my losses,
Mocked at my gains, scorned my nation
Thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends,
Heated mine enemies; and what's his reason?
I am popular. Hath not a popular girl eyes?
Hath not the in crowd hands, organs,
Dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with
The same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject
To the same diseases, healed by the same means,
Warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer,
As a reject is? If you prick us, do we not bleed?
if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison
us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?
If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that.
If a popular girl wrong a reject,
what is his humility? Revenge. If a pathetic looser
wrong a popular person, what should his sufferance be by
looser example? Why, revenge. The villany you
teach me, I will execute, and it shall go hard but I will better the
instruction. |
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[Enter Anyanka] |
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Anyanka
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With cat-like
tread,
Upon our prey we steal;
In silence dread,
Our cautious way we feel.
No sound at all!
We never speak a word;
A fly's foot-fall
Would be distinctly heard—Come, friend, who’s wronged by men,
Turn to agitation;
Take another station;
Let's vary vengeancey
With a little justicey!
Sometimes don’t you just wish… |
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Cordelia
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I wish for the
world to see with my view,
That speaking Ass that oft brayed before me. |
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Anyanka
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Well, it’s no
brave new world, but well enough,
Done, now may I gather my Viking to
make our
Way homeward bound through the woods
Dark and deep.
[Exit Anyanka] |
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Cordelia
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Yeah,
whatever-eth. |
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[Enter Glory and
Minions] |
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1st Minion
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O how much more
doth beauty beauteous seem
By that sweet ornament which Glory doth give. |
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2nd Minion
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Thy bosom is
endeared with all hearts
Which I by lacking have supposed dead,
And there reigns Glory |
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Glory
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You minion are too
saucy
You minion are too sweet
[To Cordelia] |
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O grim-look'd
night! O night with hue so black!
O night, which ever art when day is
not!
O night, O night! alack, alack, alack,
I fear my key's promise is forgot!
And thou, O wench, O sweet, O lovely woman,
That stand'st between me and mine key!
Thou wall, O wench, O sweet and lovely woman,
Show me my key, or I’ll make thee to blink through with mine eye! |
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Cordelia
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Thy key I have
naught, but oft have I seen
Adam, the demon knight, wear it upon a chain
About his neck and from time to time take it out to sigh upon. |
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Glory
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Thanks, courteous
wench: Jove shield thee well for this!
But what see I? No Adam do I see.
O wicked woman, through whom I see no bliss!
Cursed be thy flesh for thus deceiving me! |
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Cordelia
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Patience good
woman, demon, goddess, person,
Adam has into the woods fled,
Following his defeat at the hands of
Joan or Buffy or Faith, I know not which,
The Vampire Slayer.
[Glory hugs Cordelia, black clad commandoes run across stage, grab one
of Glory’s minions and run away.] |
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Glory
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My thanks again
good woman.
Into the woods then shall we go.
[Exit Glory and minions] |
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Cordelia
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Alls well that
ends well
And good riddance to bad rubbish.
[Exit Cordelia] |
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