[I) AT THE MASQUERADE]
[C.Tenheim:] Enjoining the evening?
[Scoria:] Count Tenheim. I Presume?
[C.Tenheim:] At your
service my lord...?
[Scoria:] You may call me Scoria. I've been watching you dance with young baroness Prudence, such
[C.Tenheim:] Yes, unfortunately her loveliness is owned by someone rude enough not to even appear
with her. Even in such
pleasant masquerades as tonight.
[Scoria:] Well some do not simply have the proper out bringing to attend this kind of
[C.Tenheim:] Apparently so, lord Scoria. it may be the spanish way to raise sails and let the beauty
[Scoria:] Look at her amongst all this joy, mourning and sighing. Wouldn't you like to set those sad
longing eyes aflame
again? To have her and afterwards kiss that swanlike neck goodnight?
[C.Tenheim:] I...I Beg your pardon, my lord
[Scoria:] Do not
insult me with petty morality, dear count. I know exactly how desperately you thirst
after her. With how much anguish you envy that
halfbreed Antracon for owning her loyalty.
[C.Tenheim:] If only I could open her eyes from that blindness.
[Scoria:] I think we have
a way to remedy that.
[C.Tenheim:] Dear sir. are you suggesting that I would do the dirty deed of yours... of god only
[Scoria:] My intentions. Are merely of setting her free of that endless longing. I'm not asking you
to do anything, but
to follow your own desires. Few words from a loyal servant of your's will do.
[C.Tenheim:] Few words. From my servant?
Just a word placed in the ear of Antracon's crew. He's ship, "Providence", is due to
Southampton within few weeks. When it arrives we
can perhaps put one of your servants on the
payroll all we need is few words, like count Tenheim has...
[Lawes:]...Slept with young baroness Prudence.
[Hickson:] Aye! You watch your mouth gadgie. I can't believe it out off
[Lawes:] That's the bleeding bloody honest truth. By god. Mind you. She is the bleeding fiance of the
owner of this ship and
all. Didn't stop the mockers or banging her sheets with sir tenheim now did
it? No no...
[Hickson:] Bloody hell...young sir Antracon
ain't gonna be at all happy when he'll hear about it...
[III) AT THE INN]
[Antracon:]...I just can not believe
[Hickson:] Well that's what I heard. And the gadgie works for the count and all. Well, we better be
off to London sir. If we are
going to be there in decent time.
[Antracon:] No...Hickson wait...I am going to stay here at the inn for a while. Would you arrange
room for me?
[Hickson:] You're sure sir? Ah mean. Right, you never kin with this stuff. Never kin with the ladies,
that for nothing sir.
[Antracon:] No...she deserved something better... It's all my doing. Being away and low breed. All