Romeo and Juliet, a drarry ve...

SCENE V. Lucius Malfoy's gardens.

Enter Draco

DRACO

The clock struck nine when I did send Blaise;

In an hour, he promised to return.

Perchance he cannot meet him: that's not so.

O, he is against this! I know that for certain,

Swore, he did, to act as my agent.

O, love's heralds should be thoughts,

Which are ten times faster than the sun's beams,

It drives back shadows over louring doubts:

Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love,

And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.

Now is the sun upon the highmost hill

Of this day's journey, and from nine till twelve

Is three long hours, yet he is not come back.

Had it not been my Harry, but Pansy,

He would be as swift in motion as a ball;

My words would bandy him to my sweet love,

And I pray he holds true to my confidence

O thank the sun, she comes!

Enter BLAISE and DAPHNE

O, my bestest Blaise, what news?

Hast thou met with him? Send thy guard away.

BLAISE

Daphne, thanks. I'll see you later.

DAPHNE

Call me if your chutzpah leaves you again.

Exit DAPHNE

BLAISE

She's got a bit of cheek.

DRACO

Forget her, brother--O why look 'st thou sad?

Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily;

If good, thou shamest the music of sweet news

By playing it to me with so sour a face.

BLAISE

I am a-weary, give me a bit to relax:

Fie, how my bones ache! What a walk have I had!

DRACO

I would thou hadst my bones, and I thy news:

Nay, come, I pray thee, speak; good, Blaise, speak!

BLAISE

Oy vey, what haste? Can you not stay awhile?

Do you not see that I am out of breath?

DRACO

How art thou out of breath, when thou hast breath

To say to me that thou art out of breath?

The excuse that thou dost make in this delay

Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse.

Is thy news good, or bad? answer to that;

Say either, and I'll stay the circumstance:

Let me be satisfied, is't good or bad?

Does my love renounce his hasty words?

BLAISE

Well, you are in earnest to know, are thee?

But you have made a dangerous choice;

You know not how to choose a man: this Harry?

No, not he; though his face be better than any man,

though he be not talked on, yet he is

past compare: he is not the flower of courtesy,

but, I'll warrant him, as gentle as a lamb.

And as noble as Mr. Wilberforce himself

DRACO

No, yes! But all this did I know before.

What says he of our relationship? what of that?

BLAISE

Hell, how my head aches! I need a pain pill!

It beats as it would fall into twenty pieces.

Damn your heart for sending me about,

To catch my death with running about!

Looking for rascal wizards on your behalf!

DRACO

I' faith, I am sorry that thou art not well.

I will get you a pain remedy in a second, but please

Sweet, sweet, dear Blaise, tell me, what says my love?

BLAISE

Your love says, like an honest gentleman, and a

courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, and, I

warrant, a virtuous,--O where is your mother?

DRACO

Where is my mother! Why, she is within;

Where should she be? How oddly thou repliest!

'Your love says, like an honest gentleman,

Where is your mother?'

BLAISE

For shame, Draco! Care not for your mother?

Are you so impertinent? marry, I'll go;

Fetch my own poultice for my aching bones

Henceforward do your messages yourself.

DRACO

You're such a taunting siren! What says Harry?

BLAISE

Can you slip out of your father's house today?

DRACO

I can.

BLAISE

Then hie you hence to Neville's flowery;

There is a mate to make you his husband

Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks,

They'll be in scarlet straight at any news.

Hie you to the shop; I'll stay on as your alibi,

Go fetch a ladder, and leave the bird's nest

I will drudge and toil in your delight,

But you shall bear the burden of consequences.

Go; I'll to dinner: hie you to your suitor.

DRACO

O high fortune! Thank you, Blaise, farewell.

Exeunt