Act 1, Scene 4

                                        

                                              


                              
SCENE IV. A street near #10 Downing.
                              
Enter HARRY, HERMIONE, RON, with five or six other wizards and witches
                              


                              
HARRY
                              
What shall we use as our excuse then?
                              
Or shall we just enter without an apology?
                              
RON
                              
We have an invitation from Malfoy's assistant:
                              
They'll be hoodwink'd with a scarf and painted bow.
                              
And scaring the dainty heir like a crow's caw.
                              
Nor without prologue, faintly speak as we enter
                              
After the prompter, for our entrance:
                              
But let them measure us by what they will;
                              
We'll measure them a measure, and be gone.
                              
Hopefully, with the young Malfoy in our grasp
                              
And our disguises will hold fast
                              
HARRY
                              
Give me leave to go: this is all blustering;
                              
Surely they noticed who we are,
                              
Then hell will rain down upon us.
                              
HERMIONE
                              
Nay, gentle Harry, we must have you to the ball.
                              
Mayhaps, you find a soul to dance with.
                              
HARRY
                              
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.
                              
HERMIONE
                              
That'd be true. I remember Cho very will.
                              
You indeed aren't ready for this.
                              
HARRY
                              
I am too inexperience to show my face there
                              
Muggle-raised or not, I've never learned,
                              
But shouldn't you be holding these witless wonders back?
                              
This is bound to be a disaster.
                              
HERMIONE
                              
But I owe it to you to free you from the burden of love;
                              
It's too great of an oppression for a tender thing.
                              
HARRY
                              
Is love a tender thing? it is too rough,
                              
Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.
                              
HERMIONE
                              
If love be rough with you, be rough with love;
                              
Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.
                              
And find ye someone for you in your own time
                              
RON
                              
Come, knock and enter; and no sooner in,
                              
But every man open his legs to you.
                              
HARRY
                              
Shut up, Ron: you'd let wantons light of heart
                              
The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done.
                              
HERMIONE
                              
Nay, you must try. Come, we burn daylight, ho!
                              
HARRY
                              
Nay, that's not so. Tis night.
                              
HERMIONE
                              
I mean, my good friend that you cause delay
                              
We waste our night in vain, but take our advice.
                              
We all support you going to masquerade.
                              
HARRY
                              
And we mean to go to this mask?
                              
But 'tis stupid to go.
                              
HERMIONE
                              
Why, may one ask?
                              
HARRY
                              
I dream'd a dream to-night.
                              
HERMIONE
                              
And so did I.
                              
HARRY
                              
Well, what was yours?
                              
HERMIONE
                              
That dreamers often lie.
                              
HARRY
                              
In bed asleep, while they do dream things true.
                              
HERMIONE
                              
O, then, I see Luna hath been talking with you.
                              
She's been whispering mystical adventures, again?
                              
Have the fairies galloped through you, at night;
                              
Through men's brains, and then they dream of love?
                              
HARRY
                              
Thou talk' st of Luna, and she is right of many things
                              
HERMIONE
                              
Including dreams?
                              
Which are nothing but the creation 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?
                              
RON
                              
This wind, you talk of, blows us from our course;
                              
Supper will be done, and I want to eat!
                              
HARRY
                              
I fear, we are too early: for I have misgivings
                              
Some consequence is yet hanging in the stars
                              
Shall bitterly begin in this fearful date
                              
When this night's revels come to an end,
                              
Our misdeeds will come back to haunt us,
                              
By some vile forfeit of untimely death.
                              
RON
                              
Stop being so dramatic, onward to party!
                              


                              
Exeunt
                              


                              


                              
Sorry, for the delay! I got sick and was writing my other 온라인카지노게임!
                              
Also, I wasn't going to keep the whole Queen Mab part. It's long and doesn't fit Hermione's character.