Act 1, Scene 3

                                        

                                              
SCENE III. A room in Lucius Malfoy's house, #10 Downing Street.
                              
Enter NARCISSA MALFOY and BLAISE


                              
NARCISSA MALFOY
                              
Blaise, where's my son? Shouldn't you be with him?
                              
Are not you his bodyguard?
                              
BLAISE
                              
Now, ma'am, your son is seventeen years old,
                              
I bade him to stay. But he was so mad that he left!
                              
I'm sorry! Perhaps he returned? Draco!

                              
Enter DRACO

                              
DRACO
                              
How now! Who calls?
                              
BLAISE
                              
Your mother.
                              
DRACO
                              
Madam, I am here.
                              
What is your will?
                              
NARCISSA MALFOY
                              
This is the matter, Blaise, give us a second,
                              
We must talk in secret! Wait! Blaise, come back again!
                              
I have remember'd that thou's hear our counsel.
                              
Thou know' st my son since you were boys.
                              
BLAISE
                              
Yes, ma'am and friends all the while.
                              
NARCISSA MALFOY
                              
He's not eighteen. You are both boys still.
                              
BLAISE
                              
I'm am older however
                              
NARCISSA MALFOY
                              
A few fortnights and odd days.
                              
BLAISE
                              
Even or odd, of all days in the year,
                              
I'm still older, nay I should live a thousand years,
                              
I never should forget it: I am older;
                              
And, Draco, the pretty fool, will sulk and said, 'Ay.'
                              
NARCISSA MALFOY
                              
Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy peace.
                              
BLAISE
                              
Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose but laugh,
                              
To think he should leave crying and say 'Ay.'
                              
My mother, a widow of all these years;
                              
Let me serve your house as a page and servant:
                              
And now to my delight, I serve your son,
                              
who's closer to me than any, but I am of age,
                              
And am therefore older, when thou comest to age;
                              
Wilt thou not sulk and said 'Ay. You are older.'
                              
DRACO
                              
And sulk thou too, I pray thee, Blaise, shut up!
                              
BLAISE
                              
Peace, I am done. But say, older or not,
                              
Thou wast the best man that e'er I know:
                              
And I might live to see thee married, to a fair one.
                              
I have my wish, my brother. I wish to see you happy.