The Princess of France Page #5

Can I stay at your place tomorrow night?

I have to record something with Guillermo.

Excellent.

And then, something else,

I need you to give something to Paula.

No, I'm not telling you what.

It's a surprise.

Not for you, silly. For Paula.

Is Paula coming back to town?

Yes, I'm coming. What are you doing?

- No. What are you doing?

- My bag.

I prepared it so as not to be suspected.

- What a fool.

- Yes, I know.

But today I'll meet him

and tell him everything.

- It's about time.

- I left it till the last day.

But today I'll tell him everything.

I love you.

Hi.

- How are you?

- Fine, and you?

Fine.

Recording.

And till that instant

shut my woeful self up

in a mourning house,

raining the tears of lamentation

for the remembrance of my father's death.

If this thou do deny, let our hands part,

neither entitled in the other's heart.

Good.

Again.

And till that instant

shut my woeful self up

in a mourning house,

raining the tears of lamentation

for the remembrance of my father's death.

If this thou do deny, let our hands part,

neither entitled in the other's heart.

- Again.

- Same way?

Yes, again.

And till that instant

shut my woeful self up

in a mourning house,

raining the tears of lamentation

for the remembrance of my father's death.

If this thou do deny, let our hands part,

neither entitled in the other's heart.

Again.

And till that instant

shut my woeful self up

in a mourning house,

raining the tears of lamentation

for the remembrance of my father's death.

If this thou do deny, let our hands part,

neither entitled in the other's heart.

Enough.

I'd try it a few times more.

I should have left an hour ago.

You could continue some other day.

I think it's better to finish it today.

One more. Last one.

Recording.

And till that instant

shut my woeful self up

in a mourning house,

raining the tears of lamentation

for the remembrance of my father's death.

If this thou do deny, let our hands part,

neither entitled in the other's heart.

I'll get the door for you.

- Bye.

- Bye.

Okay. Let's do another one.

Wind and foliage.

Pause.

A stronger one.

Stronger.

Fine.

The letters.

We need to tear some paper.

- May I use those?

- Sure.

They are Natalia's. Is that okay?

Yes, it's okay.

Enraged letter.

Paper ball.

A faster ball.

Again.

- Similar to that one?

- Like this.

Good.

Now you record me.

Thunder.

We have received

your letters full of love.

What's this?

We have received

your letters full of love.

Yeah, cut it out.

Let me listen.

It's our text.

Yes, now cut it out.

I can't believe it.

Did you tape everything?

Sit down.

And, in our maiden council,

rated them at... F***!

Nice.

A time, methinks, too short

to make a world-without-end bargain in.

No, no, my lord,

your grace is perjured much,

full of dear guiltiness,

and therefore this.

If for my love, as there is no such cause,

you will do aught,

this shall you do for me,

your oath I will not trust,

but go with speed

to some forlorn and naked hermitage,

remote from all the pleasures

of the world.

There stay until the twelve

celestial signs

have brought about the annual reckoning.

If this austere insociable life

change not your offer made

in heat of blood,

if frosts and fasts, hard lodging

and thin weeds

nip not the gaudy blossoms of your love,

but that it bear this trial and last love.

Then, at the expiration of the year,

come challenge me, challenge me

by these deserts.

And, by this virgin palm

now kissing thine,

I will be thine, and till that

instant shut my woeful self up

in a mourning house,

raining the tears of lamentation

for the remembrance of my father's death.

If this thou do deny, let our hands part,

neither entitled in the other's heart.

I love you.

Yesterday I was going to end things

with Victor, but I didn't.

Guillermo got mad,

and left me alone with him,

giving me a second chance to do it.

But I don't know.

I realized that when I'm with him,

it's not that I am not brave enough

but that I don't want to.

Because as soon as I saw Guillermo again,

I could tell him easily not to meet again.

- So? Off to Mexico?

- Yes, I'm leaving.

- And all of a sudden?

- It took me a year to decide.

- Yes, that's true.

- A lot of time.

- Jimena's down there?

- No idea.

- Can we hold the text?

- I think so.

But you know it.

Yes, some I do.

Victor says we should go down.

- We're all set?

- Yes.

- Did you bring me the keys?

- What keys?

- Mine.

- No. Victor must have them.

- Here's what you left.

- What?

- Did you use my flyers?

- What flyers?

- For my private lessons.

- Victor said that we could use them.

- You tore them all.

- We only used a couple.

Victor,

seeing you so suddenly talking about Paula

made me understand

how little is left of me in you

without her in the middle.

I think it's better to do as

you said a while ago,

focus on the play

and allow yourself to forget

this less than perfect moment.

Leave the keys on the table.

Do not come back.

And see you in the recording.

Ana.

Silvio, thy love is far from charity.

You may look pale,

but I should blush, I know.

To be o'erheard and taken napping so.

Come, Olivia, you blush,

as his your case is such.

You chide at him, offending twice as much.

You do not love a younger fellow.

I have been closely shrouded in this bush

and mark'd you both

and for you both did blush,

I heard your guilty rhymes,

observed your fashion,

saw sighs reek from you,

noted well your passion.

"Ay me!" says one.

"O Jove!" the other cries.

What will Antonio say when

that he shall hear faith so infringed?

Now step I forth to whip hypocrisy.

Good heart, what grace hast thou,

thus to reprove these worms for loving,

for loving, that art most in love?

But are you not ashamed?

Are you not all three of you,

to be thus much o'ershot?

What a scene of foolery have I seen,

of sighs, of groans,

of sorrow and of teen!

Tell me, gentle Bassanio,

where lies thy grief?

Where lies thy pain, Olivia?

And yours Silvius?

All about the breast, a caudle, ho!

Are we betray'd thus to thy over-view?

Not you to me, but I betray'd by you,

I am betray'd, by keeping company

with men like men of inconstancy.

When shall you see me write

a thing in rhyme?

Or groan for love?

Or spend a minute's time in pruning me?

When shall you hear that I

will praise a hand,

a foot, a face, an eye,

a gait, a state, a brow, a breast,

a waist, a leg, a limb?

Soft! Whither away so fast?

A true man or a thief that gallops so?

I post from love, good lover, let me go.

God bless the king!

What present hast thou there?

Some certain treason.

What makes treason here?

Nay, it makes nothing, sir.

The treason and you go in

peace away together.

I beseech your grace,

let this letter be read,

our parson misdoubts it,

'twas treason, he said.

Antonio, read it over.

Where hadst thou it?

- Of Costard.

- Of Dun Adramadio.

Have you written all this?

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