21- Enter Chorus

[ichoosefight]

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[ Stephanie stands in the middle of her room in an actor's neutral position, taking no attention away from her words. The only expressive part of her is her face, which appears engaged and enthusiastic in the way that all good storytellers are. ]

Upon your lives you find us harshly toss'd
   Who ne'er a single trespass did intend.
In truth I find myself a little lost.
   So many different stories to attend!
But still it is my role to clarify
    And comment hence upon the goings on.
These puzz'ling circumstances verified
    The chorus now her sacred duty dons.

[ A pause, for effect. ]

Unearthly burdened spirits here are kept
    Who in their time must learn to be set free.
Between the stars we hitherto are swept
   And strange we find the journey oft to be
As twice upon the changing of the moon
   A spell befalls all those who ride within.
The ending of this tale does come too soon
   Before the story proper can begin
When thrice the sun has set upon our minds
    (For stars are suns and pass fast overhead)
Then other roles we held will us remind
   And we ourselves will hence this story shed.
Fear not the ending of this gentle dream
For things are never as they like to seem.

Comments

[with_my_teacup]

You know well the way of it. I pray you;
Say if you think this act a comedy.

[So asks a smirking Oberon.]

[ichoosefight]

[ Oh, she knows his story. She has to, it's her job. She smiles ever so innocently at him. ]

That surely is the end intended here,
yet neither start nor end can verify.
If tragedy or comedy be this,
the crux of it lies shrouded still in mist.

well that was just amazing.

[keeps_a_cool_head]

I ask you, knowing, watchful spirit. Please,
Entreat me with the ending of my tale.
If this road will not end in victory,
Then I'd rather not continue onward.

[So Iago's little plots go]

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[ichoosefight]

[ She tries to hide her amusement. She knows Iago's tale, but far be it from her to give... spoilers. ]

But onward must we ever persevere
With fear of failure goading us to act
For if we knew the end before the start
Whyever would we want to start at all?

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[keeps_a_cool_head]

Yet if the doomed knew their fate beforehand
Would they not seek an altered direction?
I don't fear failure, nor death, nor defeat,
Only the inevitable future.

[ichoosefight]

If that was how all business was pursued
I doubt that many beds would be kept warm.

[ If you want it then you shoulda put a ring on it. ]

[with_my_teacup]

Sure it be a comedy, what else is it
When dour old Romans tread along with boys
Who are no men, and sprites run free about?
E'en tragedy, in mingling, 'comes humour,
And of confusion laughter is begat.

[keeps_a_cool_head]

[God damn it, Chorus]

Then what assistance can you offer me,
No more riddles or games or evasion
Tell me what you can.

[ichoosefight]

Ah,
but 'tis the storyteller's lofty way
To lure the reader into comfort's hold
With laughter and a lighthearted discourse
Then strike him down with one disastrous blow.

[ichoosefight]

Of aid or comfort I can offer none.
My role was this, and this alone is done.

[ SPOILERS, Iago. ]

[keeps_a_cool_head]

[What the frell use are you, then?]

I entreat thee; stay. Fulfill your duties,
Render me useless with your words, spirit,
And I'll trouble you no longer. I ask
What any humbled man would wish to know.

[ichoosefight]

[ In a world without an audience? Less than zero. ]

I can no more my station disregard
Than can a turtle lift himself in flight.
Entreat me all you like, but I am not
The master of my will to pick and choose
What favor goes to whom to know his fate.
A seer I am not, nor am I God.

[keeps_a_cool_head]

[God damn it Stephanie]

Then I pray the heavens render you mute
Your useless words are more twisted than truth.

[ichoosefight]

Your words like knives do cut me to my core. [ Her sarcasm is thick as pea soup. ]

[keeps_a_cool_head]

[He fumes, but it's clear he's not going to pry anything out of Stephanie. Time to look elsewhere]

Get thee to a nunnery.

[ichoosefight]

[ She laughs at him and his fuming. ]

I'd rather keep the plague, and sinners breed.