[Enter Mayor, with Attendants]

So, thus, and henceforth and so,
If ever you disturb our streets again,
Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.
[Aside]
That should hold until tis time for my feast.

[Exit Mayor]

Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach?
This upon the eve of the Hellmouth’s opening,
Speak, child, were you by when it began?

Here were the servants of your adversary,
And yours, close fighting ere I did approach:
I drew to part them: in the instant came
The fiery Adam, with his sword prepared,
Which, as he breathed defiance to my ears,
He swung about his head and cut the winds,
Who nothing hurt withal hiss'd him in scorn:
While we were interchanging thrusts and blows,
Came more and more and fought on part and part,
Till the Mayor came, who parted either part.

O, where is Angelus? saw you him to-day?
Right disgusted I am he was not at this fray.

[Enter Angel, Vamp Xander, and other Vampires Attending. Music plays on a boom box]

If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again! it had a dying fall:
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour! Enough; no more:
'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.

[Black clad commandoes run across stage, stun a vampire, run off stage]

Will you go hunt, my lord?

What, Xander?

A fresh bleeding human heart.

Why, so I do, the noblest that I have:
O, when mine eyes did see Darla first,
Methought she purged the air of pestilence!
That instant was I turn'd into a hart;
And my desires, like fell and cruel wolves,
E'er since pursue me, as the ram in the wood.
Go then to plead my case.
[Vamp Xander goes to speak with Darla, returns]
How now! what news from her?

So please my lord, she do return this answer:
“Your cursed soul reeks of humanity and rather,
She turn to the service of the Master: all this season,
As if you were as one dead.”

Is not enough that love’s transgression,
But then griefs of mine own word and vile deed
Lie leaden weights and press fearful sighs forth
The heaviness and guilt within my bosom
Takes off my manhood: I have laughing tortured,

Saturn governed mine desire: Even as an adder when doth unroll
To do some fatal execution?
Evil was in my heart, death in my hand,
Blood and pain hammered in my head.
I laughed to make Philomel lose her tongue,
Til’ I made pillage of gypsy maid and they
Revenged woes by cursed return of my soul.

And now, cursed, you can get none.
Come, you saw Darla fair, none else being by,
Herself poised with herself in either eye:
But in that crystal scales let there be weigh'd
Your lady's love against some other maid
Poisoned guilt lost in revelry, that
I will show you shining at this feast,
And she shall scant show well that now shows best.

I'll go along, no such sight to be shown,
But to rejoice in splendor of mine own.

[Exit