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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>Oh woe! Tragedy has struck. There was an ambitious crew of actors putting up a rendition of the Merchant of Venice, but it seems as though the actors have run into a problem. The Mall Rat playing Shylock has gotten upset with all the hoarder and Jew jokes behind the scenes...and has refused to act out the climax of the play after it's drawn such an audience...<br> <br>As producer, Mickey had spent most the show in the technical box making sure things ran smoothly. The 'Lube between the action' she had said in a pep-talk beforehand. So when one of the stagehands informs her of the case of 'drama queen' happening behind the scenes she's quick to skitter backstage to try and fix things. She had about ten minutes or so before the courtroom scene started, so after she wastes five just trying to pick her way into the rat's dressing room that he had barricaded himself in she started squeaking orders to the other rats. The spare costume is hauled out, she dons the correct shape (with way more swag), and when the lights fade in for the scene the rat is ready in the wings for 'his' cue. Rat looks calm and collected, but inwardly he's going 'fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck'.<br> <br>The stage is set. And the audience is called back after the intermission. The crew run over their lines to refresh their memories... and then the curtain opens to show a grand court of sorts. A latex fox duke on his throne. Antonio, the horse, bound with his arms behind his back. Sweat glistening on his chest in a good display of nervousness and tension. The other characters apart from you are on the sidelines for now for you are the star of this scene!<br> <br>Make room, and let him stand before our face.<br> <br>Make room, and let him stand before our face. Shylock, the world thinks, and I think so too, that thou but lead'st this fashion of thy malice. To the last hour of act<br> <br>Make room, and let him stand before our face. Shylock, the world thinks, and I think so too, that thou but lead'st this fashion of thy malice. To the last hour of act<br> <br>Make room, and let him stand before our face. Shylock, the world thinks, and I think so too, that thou but lead'st this fashion of thy malice. To the last hour of act, and then 'tis thought thou'lt show thy mercy and remorse more strange than is thy strange apparent cruelty, and where thou now exact'st the penalty, which is a pound of this poor merchant's flesh, thou wilt not only loose the forfeiture, but, touch'd with human gentleness and love, forgive a moiety of the principal, glancing an eye of pity on his losses that have of late so huddled on his back enough to press a royal merchant down, and pluck commiseration of his state, from brassy bosoms and rough hearts of flint, from stubborn Turks and Tartars, never train'd to offices of tender courtesy. (A long pause) |
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| + | We all expect a gentle answer, Jew.<br> <br>The fox looks expectantly at you.<br> <br>Shylock has no fear in his eyes behind the stage as he sweeps out on the stage, chains and jewelery glinting in the lights. He regards the bound Antonio with a cruel sneer and gold-toothed smirk, then drops it when the judge speaks. He seems unswayed by the words and, halfway before the judge finishes, he crosses his arms across his chest and into the sleeves of his robe, and on the word 'jew' he turns up his nose. When he speaks, it is with the confidence of someone who knows he has the letter of the law on his side, almost lecturing the Judge and surrounding court.<br> <br>"I have possess'd your grace of what I purpose; and by our holy Sabbath have I sworn to have the due and forfeit of my bond. If you deny it, let the danger light upon your charter and your city's freedom. you'll ask me, why I rather choose to have a weight of carrion flesh than to receive three thousand ducats. I'll not answer that. But, say, it is my humour; is it answer'd? What if my house be troubled with a rat and I be pleased to give ten thousand ducatsto have it baned? What, are you answer'd yet? some men there are love not a gaping pig; some, that are mad if they behold a cat; and others, when the bagpipe sings i' the nose,<br> <br>"Now, for your answer: as there is no firm reason to be render'd, Why he cannot abide a gaping pig; Why he, a harmless necessary cat; Why he, a woollen bagpipe; but of force must yield to such inevitable shameAs to offend, himself being offended; so can I give no reason, nor I will not, More than a lodged hate and a certain loathing I bear Antonio, that I follow thus a losing suit against him. Are you answer'd now?"<br> <br>Bassanio makes his way into the stage. An equine too, for symbolism of course. Us against them. Dressed in finery, he stares daggers partially towards you. Partially towards the crowd. "This is no answer thy unfeeling man to excuse the current of thy cruelty."<br> <br>Shylock looks to Bassanio, and the rat waves a ring'd hand dismissively towards him. "I am not bound to please thee with my answers," he chirrs smoothly, turning his back on him to look out on the invisible 4th wall with a clatter of his tail against the stagefloor.<br> <br>Bassanio frowned deeply. Sweat making his smooth fur glisten slightly as well. The equine approaching and leaning in threateningly...pulling away only with reluctance as he remembered that he was in court and wished to draw no more trouble. | ||
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| + | "Doing good." He whispered encouragingly before he covered it by making an appeal to the audience, hands spread. "Do all men /kill/ the things they do not love??"<br> <br>Shylock turns his head just enough to see the equine out of the corner of his sight. The audiance would see the rat grin once more, as if aiming to further tilt the scales of 'justice' in his favor by drawing up a raise.<br> <br>There's the tiniest nod from the rat at the whisper, then he turns back to sppeal to his own side of the audiance. "Hates any man the thing he would not kill?"<br> <br>"Every offence is not a hate at first." Bassanio blasted his next hot, musky breath on you directly, with furore.<br> <br>Shylock makes a show of leaning back, acting disgusted he has to even argue this let alone tolerate the shared air. "What," he asks, gaze steady; "Wouldst thou have a horse kick thee twice?" Ok, so that wasn't the line; the rat was running with it now tho'.<br> <br>Antonio finally looked up from his sorrowful pose. "I pray you, think you question with the Jew. You may as well go stand upon the beach. And bid the main flood bate his usual height. You may as well use question with the wolf. Why he hath made the ewe bleat for the lamb. You may as well forbid the mountain pines. To wag their high tops and to make no noise when they are fretten with the gusts of heaven. | ||
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| + | You may as well do anything most hard as seek to soften that--than which what's harder?--(A long, dramatic pause and a rattling of his handcuffs.) His Jewish heart: therefore, I do beseech you, please make no more offers, use no farther means, but with all brief and plain conveniency. (His head slumps forward and he frowns.) Let me have judgment and the Jew his will. | ||
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| + | The equine hung his head low, his energy drained... | ||
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Oh woe! Tragedy has struck. There was an ambitious crew of actors putting up a rendition of the Merchant of Venice, but it seems as though the actors have run into a problem. The Mall Rat playing Shylock has gotten upset with all the hoarder and Jew jokes behind the scenes...and has refused to act out the climax of the play after it's drawn such an audience...
As producer, Mickey had spent most the show in the technical box making sure things ran smoothly. The 'Lube between the action' she had said in a pep-talk beforehand. So when one of the stagehands informs her of the case of 'drama queen' happening behind the scenes she's quick to skitter backstage to try and fix things. She had about ten minutes or so before the courtroom scene started, so after she wastes five just trying to pick her way into the rat's dressing room that he had barricaded himself in she started squeaking orders to the other rats. The spare costume is hauled out, she dons the correct shape (with way more swag), and when the lights fade in for the scene the rat is ready in the wings for 'his' cue. Rat looks calm and collected, but inwardly he's going 'fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck'.
The stage is set. And the audience is called back after the intermission. The crew run over their lines to refresh their memories... and then the curtain opens to show a grand court of sorts. A latex fox duke on his throne. Antonio, the horse, bound with his arms behind his back. Sweat glistening on his chest in a good display of nervousness and tension. The other characters apart from you are on the sidelines for now for you are the star of this scene!
Make room, and let him stand before our face.
Make room, and let him stand before our face. Shylock, the world thinks, and I think so too, that thou but lead'st this fashion of thy malice. To the last hour of act
Make room, and let him stand before our face. Shylock, the world thinks, and I think so too, that thou but lead'st this fashion of thy malice. To the last hour of act
Make room, and let him stand before our face. Shylock, the world thinks, and I think so too, that thou but lead'st this fashion of thy malice. To the last hour of act, and then 'tis thought thou'lt show thy mercy and remorse more strange than is thy strange apparent cruelty, and where thou now exact'st the penalty, which is a pound of this poor merchant's flesh, thou wilt not only loose the forfeiture, but, touch'd with human gentleness and love, forgive a moiety of the principal, glancing an eye of pity on his losses that have of late so huddled on his back enough to press a royal merchant down, and pluck commiseration of his state, from brassy bosoms and rough hearts of flint, from stubborn Turks and Tartars, never train'd to offices of tender courtesy. (A long pause)
We all expect a gentle answer, Jew.
The fox looks expectantly at you.
Shylock has no fear in his eyes behind the stage as he sweeps out on the stage, chains and jewelery glinting in the lights. He regards the bound Antonio with a cruel sneer and gold-toothed smirk, then drops it when the judge speaks. He seems unswayed by the words and, halfway before the judge finishes, he crosses his arms across his chest and into the sleeves of his robe, and on the word 'jew' he turns up his nose. When he speaks, it is with the confidence of someone who knows he has the letter of the law on his side, almost lecturing the Judge and surrounding court.
"I have possess'd your grace of what I purpose; and by our holy Sabbath have I sworn to have the due and forfeit of my bond. If you deny it, let the danger light upon your charter and your city's freedom. you'll ask me, why I rather choose to have a weight of carrion flesh than to receive three thousand ducats. I'll not answer that. But, say, it is my humour; is it answer'd? What if my house be troubled with a rat and I be pleased to give ten thousand ducatsto have it baned? What, are you answer'd yet? some men there are love not a gaping pig; some, that are mad if they behold a cat; and others, when the bagpipe sings i' the nose,
"Now, for your answer: as there is no firm reason to be render'd, Why he cannot abide a gaping pig; Why he, a harmless necessary cat; Why he, a woollen bagpipe; but of force must yield to such inevitable shameAs to offend, himself being offended; so can I give no reason, nor I will not, More than a lodged hate and a certain loathing I bear Antonio, that I follow thus a losing suit against him. Are you answer'd now?"
Bassanio makes his way into the stage. An equine too, for symbolism of course. Us against them. Dressed in finery, he stares daggers partially towards you. Partially towards the crowd. "This is no answer thy unfeeling man to excuse the current of thy cruelty."
Shylock looks to Bassanio, and the rat waves a ring'd hand dismissively towards him. "I am not bound to please thee with my answers," he chirrs smoothly, turning his back on him to look out on the invisible 4th wall with a clatter of his tail against the stagefloor.
Bassanio frowned deeply. Sweat making his smooth fur glisten slightly as well. The equine approaching and leaning in threateningly...pulling away only with reluctance as he remembered that he was in court and wished to draw no more trouble.
"Doing good." He whispered encouragingly before he covered it by making an appeal to the audience, hands spread. "Do all men /kill/ the things they do not love??"
Shylock turns his head just enough to see the equine out of the corner of his sight. The audiance would see the rat grin once more, as if aiming to further tilt the scales of 'justice' in his favor by drawing up a raise.
There's the tiniest nod from the rat at the whisper, then he turns back to sppeal to his own side of the audiance. "Hates any man the thing he would not kill?"
"Every offence is not a hate at first." Bassanio blasted his next hot, musky breath on you directly, with furore.
Shylock makes a show of leaning back, acting disgusted he has to even argue this let alone tolerate the shared air. "What," he asks, gaze steady; "Wouldst thou have a horse kick thee twice?" Ok, so that wasn't the line; the rat was running with it now tho'.
Antonio finally looked up from his sorrowful pose. "I pray you, think you question with the Jew. You may as well go stand upon the beach. And bid the main flood bate his usual height. You may as well use question with the wolf. Why he hath made the ewe bleat for the lamb. You may as well forbid the mountain pines. To wag their high tops and to make no noise when they are fretten with the gusts of heaven.
You may as well do anything most hard as seek to soften that--than which what's harder?--(A long, dramatic pause and a rattling of his handcuffs.) His Jewish heart: therefore, I do beseech you, please make no more offers, use no farther means, but with all brief and plain conveniency. (His head slumps forward and he frowns.) Let me have judgment and the Jew his will.
The equine hung his head low, his energy drained...
