12 Drama IA3 Script

Play starts off, Troilus comes SR and puts can on the bar and then pivots to audience.

TROILUS

A pestilence on him! Now will he be mocking:

I shall have such a life! 

So much by weight hate I her Diomed:

That sleeve is mine that he'll bear on his helm.

Were it a casque composed by Vulcan's skill,

My sword should bite it,

Falling on Diomed.

Enter CASSIAN (USR → moves to CS)

CASSIAN

I love thee in so strain'd a purity,

That the bless'd gods, as angry with my fancy,

More bright in zeal than the devotion which

Cold lips blow to their deities, take thee from me.

TROILUS

Where are my tears? Rain, to lay this wind, or

my heart will be blown up by the root.

CASSIAN

I true! How now! What wicked deem is this?

TROILUS

O heavens! you love me not.

I cannot sing, nor heel the high lavolt, nor sweeten talk,

Nor play at subtle games; fair virtues all,

To which the Grecians are most prompt and pregnant:

But I can tell that in each grace of these

There lurks a still and dumb-discoursive devil

CASSIAN

Hard to seem won: but I was won, my lord,

With the first glance that ever– pardon me–

If I confess much, you will play the tyrant.

My thoughts were like unbridled children, grown

Too headstrong for their mother.

TROILUS

This?  [insert something here to show that he has seen] He? No. 

If beauty have a soul, this is not he;

If souls guide vows, if vows be sanctimonies,

The bonds of heaven are slipp’d, dissolved, and loosed;

And with another knot, five-finger-tied,

The fragments, scraps, the bits and greasy relics

Of his o’er-eaten faith, are bound.

CASSIAN

Ah, poor our sex! This fault in us I find,

The error of our eye directs our mind:

What error leads must err; O, then conclude

Minds sway'd by eyes are full of turpitude.

TROILUS

Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart:

The effect doth operate another way.=

Go, wind, to wind, there turn and change together.

My love with words and errors still his feeds;

But edifies another with his deeds.

CASSIAN

O, all you gods! O pretty, pretty pledge!

Thy master now lies thinking in his bed

Of thee and me, and sighs, and takes my glove,

And gives memorial dainty kisses to it,

As I kiss thee. Nay, do not snatch it from me;

He that takes that doth take my heart withal.

TROILUS

False, false, false!

Let all untruths stand by thy stained name,

And they'll seem glorious.

Be gone, I say: the gods have heard me swear.

CASSIAN

O, be persuaded! do not count it holy

To hurt by being just: it is as lawful,

For we would give much, to use violent thefts,

And rob in the behalf of charity.

TROILUS

The devil take thee, coward!

Hence, broker-lackey! Ignomy and shame

Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name!

CASSIAN

Well, well, 'tis done, 'tis past: and yet it is not;

I will not keep my word. You shall not go: one cannot speak a word,

But it straight starts you.

Troilus, farewell! One eye yet looks on thee

But with my heart the other eye doth see.

Exit CASSIAN

TROILUS

That same Diomed's a false-hearted rogue.

I will no more trust him when he leers than I will a serpent when he hisses.

He will spend his mouth, and promise, like Brabbler the hound,

But when he performs, it is prodigious, 

The sun borrows of the moon, when Diomed keeps his word.