by Mikokat » June 27th, 2009, 5:18 pm
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
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