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ACT III

SCENE I. A public cafe.

Enter HERMIONE, RON, Page, and waiters

RON

I pray thee, good Hermione, let's retire:

The day is hot, the muggle police are abroad,

And, if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl;

For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.

HERMIONE

Thou art sorry too much.

The muggles don't want a brawl at a café.

It means death for anyone who partakes

Thou told that Harry we would wait here

He just went to drop Draco off at home

So stop worrying, when indeed there is no need.

RON

Am I like such a fearful fellow?

HERMIONE

Come, come, thou art as skidish as a deer in thy mood

RON

And what if they attack?

HERMIONE

Nay, they wouldn't risk, we should have none,

for one would kill the other. Thou! Why,

Thou wilt quarrel with them, I know not.

Thou wilt quarrel with a man for trying us, having no

other reason but because thou fears it:

Why would thou seek out such a quarrel?

Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of

meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as

an egg for quarreling: thou hast quarreled with a

muggle for yelling at thee in the street,

because he hath upset thy solemnity:

didst thou not fall out with a muggle for swearing

at him before Easter? with another, for

looking at thou weird? and yet thou

wilt tutor me from quarreling!

RON

An' I were so apt to quarrel now with any muggle

I should buy the fee-shortening my life to an hour and a quarter.

HERMIONE

The fee- now you worry about consequence!

Oh, simple fool!

RON

By my head, here come the Malfoys.

HERMIONE

By my heel, I care not.

Enter BELLATRIX and others

BELLATRIX

Follow me close, for I will speak to them.

Magicians, good day: a word with one of you.

RON

And but one word with one of us? couple it with

something; make it a word and a blow.

BELLATRIX

You shall find me apt enough to that, sir,

and you will give me occasion.

HERMIONE

Could you not take some occasion without giving?

BELLATRIX

Hermione, thou consort'st with Harry,--

HERMIONE

Consort! what, dost thou make us a couple?

Thou make a scandal of us,?

Look to here for nothing but discord

We will not answer your call

RON

We talk here in the public haunt of men:

Either withdraw unto some private place,

And reason coldly of your grievances,

Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us.

BELLATRIX

Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze;

I will not budge for no one's pleasure, I....

Enter HARRY

BELLATRIX

Well, peace be with you, witch: here comes my man.

HERMIONE

But you'll be surprised, sir, he wears his livery:

Marriage he comes from and he'll be your supporter;

Your call in that sense may call him 'man.'

BELLATRIX

Harry, the hate I bear thee I can stand

There no better terms than this--thou art a villain.

HARRY

Bellatrix, the reason that I have to love thee

Doth much excuse the appertaining rage

To such a greeting: villain am I none;

Therefore farewell; I see thou know'st me not.

BELLATRIX

Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries

That thou hast done me;

therefore turn and draw.

HARRY

I do protest, I never injured thee,

But love thee better than thou canst devise,

Till thou shalt know the reason of my love:

And so, good kin of Malfoy--which name I tender

As dearly as my own --be satisfied.

Hands Bellatrix his wand

RON

O calm, dishonourable, vile submission!

His wand is his only defense and he gives it away.

Draws

Bellatrix, you crazy no-mag, will you try me?

BELLATRIX

What wouldst thou have with me?

RON

Good captain of the guards

but none of your men will help thou now

Will you pluck your weapon out of its holster

Before death meets us, thou best make haste,

Lest our prince comes before it be out.

BELLATRIX

I am for you.

Drawing

HARRY

Gentle Ron, put thy wand up.

RON

Come on, Harry, your passiveness

Will not stop me!

They fight

HARRY

Draw, Hermione; beat down their weapons.

Guys, for shame, forbear this outrage!

Bellatrix, Ron, the prince expressly hath

Forbidden fighting in London streets:

Hold, Bellatrix! good Ron!

BELLATRIX under HARRY's arm shoots RON, and flies with her followers

RON

I am hurt.

A plague o' both muggles and wizards!

I am spent. Is she fled?

HERMIONE

What, art thou hurt, Ron?

RON

Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough.

Where is the owner? Go, fetch a healer.

Exit waiter

HARRY

Courage, Ron; the hurt cannot be much.

RON

No, 'tis but a scratch,

But 'tis enough, 'twill serve: ask for

me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I

am gone, I warrant, for this world.

A plague o' both muggles and wizards!

Why the devil came you between us?

I was hurt under your arm!

HARRY

I thought all for the best.

RON

Help me into some house, Hermione,

Or I shall faint. A plague o' both your houses!

They have made worms' meat of me!

Exeunt HERMIONE and RON

HARRY

This gentleman, the prince's near ally,

My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt

In my behalf; my reputation stain'd

With Bellatrix's slander--Bellatrix, that an hour

Hath been my kinsman! O sweet Draco,

Thy love for you has weakened me

And in my temper soften'd valour's wand!

Re-enter Hermione

Hermione

O Harry, Harry, brave Ron's dead!

That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds,

Which too untimely here did scorn the earth.

HARRY

This day's black fate on more days doth depend;

This but begins the woe, others must end.

HERMIONE

Here comes the furious Bellatrix back again.

HARRY

Alive, in triumph! and Ron slain!

Away to heaven, respective lenity,

And fire-eyed fury be my conduct now!

Re-enter BELLATRIX

Now, Bellatrix, take the villain back again,

That late thou gavest me; for Ron's soul

Is but a little way above our heads,

Staying for thine to keep him company:

Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him.

BELLATRIX

Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here,

Shalt with him hence.

HARRY

This shall determine that.

They fight; BELLATRIX falls

HERMIONE

Harry, away, be gone!

The citizens are up, and Bellatrix slain.

Stand not amazed: the prince will doom thee death,

If thou art taken: hence, be gone, away!

HARRY

O, I am fortune's fool!

HERMIONE

Why dost thou stay?

Exit HARRY and Enter muggle citizens

Citizen

Which way ran he that kill'd Ron?

Bellatrix, that murderer, which way ran she?

HERMIONE

There lies that Bellatrix.

Citizen

Up, ma'am, go with me;

I charge thee in the princes name, obey.

Enter Prince, JAMES POTTER, NARCISSA MALFOY, and others

PRINCE

Where are the vile beginners of this fray?

HERMIONE

O noble prince, I can discover all

The unlucky manager of this fatal brawl:

There lies the woman, slain by young Harry,

That slew thy kinsman, brave Ron.

NARCISSA MALFOY

Bellatrix, my sister! O my mother's child!

O prince! O sister! husband! O, the blood is spilt

O my dear kinsman! Prince, as thou art true,

For blood of ours, shed blood of Potter.

O sister, sister!

PRINCE

Hermione, who began this bloody fray?

HERMIONE

Bellatrix, here slain, whom Harry's hand did slay;

Harry that spoke her fair, bade her bethink

How bad the quarrel was, and urged withal

Your high displeasure: all this uttered

With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bow'd,

Could not take truce with the unruly spleen

Of Bellatrix deaf to peace, but that she shot

With piercing lead at bold Ron's chest,

Who as hot, turns his wand at her point to point,

And, with a martial scorn, with one hand beats

Cold death aside, and with the other sends

It back to Bellatrix, whose dexterity,

Retorts it: Harry he cries aloud,

'Hold, friends! friends, part!'

and, swifter than his tongue,

His agile arm beats down their fatal implements,

And 'twixt them rushes; underneath whose arm

An envious shot from Bellatrix hit the life

Of stout Ron, and then Bellatrix fled;

But by and by comes back to Harry,

Who had but newly entertain'd revenge,

And to 't they go like lightning, for, ere I

Could draw to part them, was stout Bellatrix slain.

And, as she fell, did Harry turn and fly.

This is the truth, or let me die.

NARCISSA MALFOY

She is a friend to Potter;

Affection makes her false; she speaks not true:

Some twenty of them fought in this black strife!

And all those twenty could but kill one life.

I beg for justice, which thou, prince, must give;

Harry slew Bellatrix, Harry must not live.

PRINCE

Harry slew her, she slew Ron;

Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe?

JAMES POTTER

Not Harry, prince, he was Ron's friend; and a hero!

His fault concludes but what the law should end,

The life of Bellatrix.

PRINCE

And for that offence

Immediately we do exile him hence:

I have an interest in your hate's proceeding,

My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding;

But I'll amerce you with so strong a fine

That you shall all repent the loss of mine:

I will be deaf to pleas and excuses;

Nor tears nor prayers

Therefore use none: let Harry hence in haste,

Else, when he's found, that hour is his last.

Harry Potter is banished!

Exeunt