Theatre of Blood Page #7

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Help your master!

Help!

This is your masters glorious hour.

Please. Please help.

A plague upon you, murderers, traitors all!

O, my daughter.

How does my royal lord?

How fares your Majesty?

You did me wrong

to take me out of the grave.

Thou art a soul in bliss;

But I am bound upon a wheel of fire,

that mine own tears do scald

like molten lead.

We are not the first

Who, with best meaning,

have incurrd the worst.

For thee, oppressed king,

am I cast down.

Stay!

Stay awhile.

Howl.

Howl, howl, howl!

O, you are men of stones!

After him!

Look, hes heading for the roof!

There he is!

Fool. If he doesnt come down,

hell be burnt alive.

Had I your tongues and eyes,

Id use them

so that heavens vault should crack.

Shes gone for ever!

I know when one is dead,

and when one lives;

Shes dead as earth.

Aaargh!

Were those lines from King Lear?

Yes. Yes, it was

a fascinating performance.

But, of course,

he was madly overacting as usual.

But you must admit

he did know how to make an exit.

ENHOH:

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