Kovu and Kiara

[Mikokat]

Well, that and there is no "Do You Bite My Thumb" scene in my version of the script.

[Mikokat]

ACT I, SCENE III

Enter KOVU, NUKA, and VITANI
KOVU
Give me a torch: I am not for this ambling.
Being but heavy, I will bear the light.
NUKA
Nay, gentle Kovu, we must have you dance.
KOVU
Not I, believe me: you have dancing shoes
With nimble soles: I have a soul of lead
So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.
NUKA
You are a lover borrow Cupid's wings,
And soar with them above a common bound.
KOVU
I am too sore empierced with his shaft
To soar with his light feathers…
Under love's heavy burden do I sink.
NUKA
And, to sink in it, should you burden love;
Too great oppression for a tender thing.
KOVU
Is love a tender thing? It is too rough,
Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.
NUKA
If love be rough with you, be rough with love;
Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.
VITANI
Come, knock and enter, and no sooner in,
But every man betake him to his legs.
KOVU
And we mean well in going to this mask?
NUKA
Why, may one ask?
KOVU
I dream'd a dream to-night.
NUKA
And so did I.
KOVU
Well, what was yours?
NUKA
That dreamers often lie.
KOVU
In bed asleep, while they do dream things true.
NUKA
O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you.
She is the fairies midwife, and she comes
In a shape no bigger than an agate-stone
On the fore-finger of an alderman,
Drawn with a team of little atomies
Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep;
Hey wagon-spokes made of long spiders' legs,
The cover of the wings of grasshoppers,
The traces of the smallest spider's web,
The collars of the moonshine's watery beams,
Her whip of cricket's bone, the lash of film,
Her wagoner a small grey-coated gnat
Not so big as a round little worm
Pricked from the lazy finger of a maid;
Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut
Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub,
Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers.
And in this state she gallops night by night
Through lover's brains, and then they dream of love.
KOVU
Peace, peace, Nuka, peace!
Thou talk'st of nothing.
NUKA
True, I talk of dreams,
Which are children of an idle brain,
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy,
Which is as thin of substance as the air
And more inconstant than the wind.
VITANI
This wind, you talk of, blows us from ourselves;
Supper is done, and we shall come too late.
KOVU
I fear too early: for my mind misgives.
Some consequence yet hanging in the stars
Shall bitterly begin this fearful date
With this night's revels and expire the term
Of a despised life closed in my breast
By some vile forfeit of untimely death.
But He, that hath the steerage of my coursem
Direct my sail! On, lusty gentleman and lady.
VITANI
Strike, drum. Exeunt

[KiarasMate]

lol, if only Nuka's character was that deep in TLK2SP. ^^ Great new act/part as always Miko. ^^ Sorry, not sure what to call them. Scenes maybe? lol

[Mike]

It is ;P He just can't express himself very well. If he had a translator (Miko ) This is what he'd sound like!

[Mikokat]

ACT I, SCENE IV

Enter SIMBA, NALA, Nurse, KIARA, KOVU, NUKA, VITANI, KOPA, and PARTY GUESTS.

SIMBA
Welcome gentlemen, ladies too
Tonight's fair feast is all for you
Come musicians, time to play
Let us dance 'till it be day!

They dance and then begin to socialize.

KOVU
[To VITANI] What lady is that, which doth
enrich the hand of yonder knight?
VITANI
I know not, sir.
KOVU
O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear;
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand,
And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.
Did my heart love till now? Forswear it sight!
For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
KOPA
This by his voice should be an Outlander
What dares the slave
Come hither, cover'd with an antic face
To fleer and scorn at our solemnity?
Now by the stock and honor of my kin,
To strike him dead, I hold it not a sin!
SIMBA
Why how now, kinsman, wherefore storm you so?
KOPA
Father, this is an Outlander, our foe,
A villian that is hither come in spite,
To scorn at our solemnity this night.
SIMBA
Young Kovu, is it?
KOPA
Tis he, that villian Kovu!
SIMBA
Content thee, gentle son, let him alone;
He bears him like a portly gentleman;
And to say truth, Africa brags of him
To be a virtuous and well-govern'd youth:
I would not for the wealth of all the town
Here in my house do him disparagement:
Therefore be patient, take no note of him.
KOPA
I'll not endure him.
SIMBA
He shall be endured.
KOPA
Why, Father, tis a shame!
SIMBA
Go to, go to;
You are a saucy boy:
Be quiet…
Or I'll make you be quiet.
KOPA
I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall
Now seeming sweet convert to bitter gall. Exit

KOVU
[To KIARA] If I profane with my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine, this gentle fine as this:
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
KIARA
Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hands too much,
Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
For saints have had that pilgrims' hands do touch,
And palm to palm in holy palmers' kiss.
KOVU
Have not saint lips, and holy palmers too?
KIARA
Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
KOVU
O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
KIARA
Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.
KOVU
Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.
Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged. Kiss
KIARA
Then have my lips the sin that they have took.
KOVU
Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!
Give me my sin again.
Nurse
Madam, your mother craves a word with you.
KOVU
What is her mother?
Nurse
Marry, bachelor,
Her mother is the lady of the house,
And a good lady, and a wised and virtuous
I nursed her daughter, that you talked withal.
KOVU
Is she a Pridelander?
O dear account! My life is my foe's debt!
VITANI
Away, begone; the sport is at the best.
KOVU
Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest. Exeunt all but KIARA and Nurse.
KIARA
Come hither, nurse. What is yond gentleman?
Nurse
I know not.
KIARA
Go ask his name: if he be married.
My grave is like to be my wedding bed.

Nurse leaves and returns seconds later.

Nurse
His name is Romeo, and an Outlander;
The younger son of your great enemy.
KIARA
My only love sprung from my only hate!
Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
Prodigious birth of love it is to me,
That I must love a loathed enemy.
Nurse
What's this? What's this?
KIARA
A rhyme I learn'd even now
Of one I danced withal.
Nurse
Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone. Exeunt

[KiarasMate]

Awesome new act Miko. ^^ I really enjoyed this one. It sounded so poetic and deep, not that the other acts haven't mind you, but this one just caught my fancy. lol. Keep up the amazing work my friend and I look forward to the next act. ^^

[Mikokat]

Thanks a lot, KM! I'm getting the next one up ASAP!

[CommandoTheLion]

very very Nice O.o it will be awesome to make a movie out of this