Date: Sun, 1 Oct 1995 11:05:46 +0100 Reply-To: Grail Sender: Highlander TV show stories From: Grail Subject: Amanda (Act Two Scene One) ACT TWO ============= Scene 1. The inn. ============= Enter Innkeeper. Innkeeper : My mind is troubled And full of torment, For when I did return to my inn, There was no sign of Sire Macleod's Servant, the girl called Amanda. I fear she has been kidnapped or worse, And Sire Macleod will hold me guilty. I must try to find her, But I know not where to start. Oh, wait! This is she! Oh happy day! Enter Amanda. Amanda : Good innkeeper, my feet Do torment me mightily. Find a bowl, Put into it hot water, and bring it here. I would relax and wait for Macleod. Innkeeper : Woman, hold thy tongue! Thou art but a woman, and servant To Macleod, who is a gentleman, Whereas thou hast done nothing but Cause trouble by wandering off And making me worry. Take this wet Cloth, and clean the room. Amanda : I had forgotten I was a servant. 'Tis not a role I enjoy playing. But I must preserve the pretence, Else otherwise people would suspect That we do roll in the hay without betrothal, A sin in many eyes. Good innkeeper, I beg your indulgence And do apologise for forgetting My duties. I will clean the room. Innkeeper : And a good thing too, for here Come two guests of mine. Enter Dorinda Cavendish and Richard Ryan. Dorinda : My good innkeeper, greetings Once again. We left Sire Macleod to Take the others to Peregrine Castle, While young Richard and I walked To thy inn. The walk did us good And rain doth not harm the innocent. Innkeeper : Tho' a Quaker, Miss Dorinda, I am sure you speak much truth. Can I provide you with drink or food? Dorinda : A glass of water. Richard : A pint of ale. Dorinda : Richard! Richard : Another glass of water. Innkeeper : Immediately. Exit Innkeeper. Amanda : How I hate that man! Dorinda : Servant girl, do not complain, For the Lord has given thee work and There are many without that gift. Amanda : Would that they were here then, For swop places I gladly would, Rather than die of overwork On this cold stone floor. Your pardon, madam, but I am New to servanthood. Dorinda : Thou art forgiven, for 'tis natural To speak thy mind about what ails thee. But why sayest thou that thou art new To servanthood, when mine eyes say Thou art perfectly suited to the task? Amanda : I should say, rather, that I have been free For these past eight centuries, And I had forgotten what it was like To work so hard. Dorinda : Thou shouldst not lie, child, Eight centuries is not possible. The Lord doth not give us that much time On this mortal sphere. Amanda : A slip of the tongue. I meant eight years. My apologies once more. Ah, the innkeeper returns - servant anew Must I be! Enter Innkeeper, with glasses of water. Innkeeper : Your water. Dorinda : Thou art kind, sir innkeeper. May we have two rooms - one for Young Richard, and one for myself? Innkeeper : Of a certainty. Tell me, What time did you leave Sire Macleod? A brave and honourable man he, I would have a feast await his return. Dorinda : We left him at ten minutes before Our clocks said eight o'clock. 'Tis fifteen from nine now. Amanda : I worry now. 'Tis unlike Duncan, To be gone so long, unless he is After Quickening most orgasmic For himself. Just like a man. Good Innkeeper, may I go in search of my master? Innkeeper : Sire Macleod will come to no harm. Be grateful I do not make thee Wash the dishes, for the washing-up Liquid we have here will ruin thy skin. And Oil of Ulay has not yet been invented. Amanda : I am grateful indeed. I shall Continue to clean. Innkeeper : See that thou doest so. I go to attend to our guests' rooms. Exit Innkeeper. Amanda : Miss Dorinda, fount of info, What more of Duncan dost thou know? Dorinda : Nought, I fear to say. Perhaps Thou shouldst seek him thyself. Amanda : I cannot yet leave the inn, For the innkeeper would notice. And then there are those two thugs Who did threaten poor Magwitch And his beloved Helen, daughter Of the very Lady Peregrine that Duncan Visits as I speak. The plot doth Thicken, and I on the mere edge. Dorinda : I wish my beloved Charles were here! Betrothed he and I were, Until an accident at my house With tuna fish, pencil And artichoke vile, did send him Running in terror. Charles was A great man and a true adventurer. He could have helped thee in thy dilemma, Amanda. Amanda : Thy counsel is kind, Dorinda, But absolutely useless. Soon, though, I shall have to get involved, Or else the mysteries will not be solved. Exeunt all. -- //=== ||==|| //\\ || || u4d41@keele.ac.uk OR ksc15@keele.ac.uk // ||__|| //__\\ || || \\__|| || \\ // \\ || ||=== ...nearly 20 but definitely in love... =========================================================================