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Post by Richard III on Sept 28, 2007 10:06:26 GMT -5
"Perhaps I merely mistake the import of your question. Which, by my troth, I cannot comprehend. I speak as I have ever done, while you speak as if some demon has taken possession of your tongue."
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Lady Beatrice
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Post by Lady Beatrice on Sept 29, 2007 19:13:24 GMT -5
*Beatrice followed the loud voices. One of them sounded familiar. She stood on the balcony of the second floor and peered down.*
Oh, not you.
*She sighed and arched a disdainful brow.*
"Signior Mountanto? Hast thou returned from the wars? You seem to be as fair-weather as ever you were."
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Post by Richard III on Sept 29, 2007 19:26:46 GMT -5
*Richard looked up sharply. A fair though windblown maid stood above him, her eyebrow mocking him as much as her words.*
"Signior? Fair lady, you catch me at a disadvantage; for I know not your tongue--though by its address, yours knows me."
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Lady Beatrice
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Post by Lady Beatrice on Sept 29, 2007 19:37:59 GMT -5
*Beatrice let out a loud scoff.*
"And how could it be that I should come to forget you, as preening as you are? I could hear your crooning down the hall. And yet...you claim to not know me?"
*She leaned back with a smile.*
"Then I might die satisfied that I should never have to bear your labored quips again. Good day."
*She turned to go, but for some reason doubted that she'd get the chance. Benedict never let her off so easily.*
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Post by Richard III on Sept 29, 2007 19:43:17 GMT -5
"My lady!" *he called after her, somehow intrigued despite himself and her obvious insanity. If his brother the king was likewise afflicted, Richard could not be certain of anything.*
"I would feign leave a lady who knows me unsatisfied. If I vow not to quarry for my quips, would you consent to inform me as to myself?"
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Lady Beatrice
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Post by Lady Beatrice on Sept 29, 2007 19:53:02 GMT -5
*Beatrice stopped and turned back sharply, her head tilted.*
"Inform you, sir? Hath thou been in the field so long that thou hath forgotten thyself? Surely no. You are he that is the constant thorn in my side, the sparrer of words, he who my sex is blessed hath vowed to die a bachelor. The Prince's man. Benedict, do not trifle with me. Not on this night, nor any other."
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Post by Richard III on Sept 29, 2007 20:40:54 GMT -5
"Trifle? Nay, madame; for such a word could never be used against you, whose silver tongue must deflect all attempts to simplify. Would that I were a thorn in your side; I would not be so easily plucked out."
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Post by Irene on Sept 29, 2007 20:41:49 GMT -5
((I applaud you guys for managing to keep up the language this long!))
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Post by Shadi on Sept 29, 2007 21:55:32 GMT -5
((Frankly, I'm surprised it makes as much sense as it does.))
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Post by Lady Beatrice on Sept 29, 2007 22:04:23 GMT -5
((Yea. We'll see if I can keep it up so late.))
*Beatrice's brow lowered.*
"So it were that you would fester and swell, pus-ridden until I be forced to into an early grave? No sir, I think I shall take my leave before I hath caught the Benedict. I find you to be not a man of my humour. I will leave you to your sport."
*She gestured at the other fellow.*
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Post by Richard III on Sept 29, 2007 22:20:48 GMT -5
"More's the pity, milady, for you humour me muchly. Call you this sport? Nay, tis but a brother, though a kingly one at that. And we all know how little family and sport may share a table. Would you not consent to share mine, as you seem to know me so well?"
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Post by Lady Beatrice on Sept 29, 2007 22:28:04 GMT -5
*Beatrice looked slightly confused. Was he mocking her? More than usual?*
"Your brother, sire? I knew not of royal ties in your blood. I thought that you merely clung to them as a nettle. Do you no longer ride with Don Pedro? What is this farce that you would have me in on? I will not have part in it, nor have in any other of your parts."
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Post by Richard III on Sept 29, 2007 22:37:28 GMT -5
"Milady! I would not force any part of my rudely fashioned frame on your notice, but for your own address of me, as if I were not only known to you, but deserving of that scorn reserved for familiars. Art thou witch, woman, to accost me so, and take my memory of you at the same time?"
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Post by Lady Beatrice on Sept 29, 2007 22:44:10 GMT -5
*Beatrice frowned. What sort of game was this? She stared at him a long moment. He was somewhat....misshapen in comparison to the last time she saw him. She sobered.*
"Sir...art thou swearing that you know me not? Wherefore do you look at me so and accuse me of the most wicked deeds? Are you not Benedict, in service of the prince, Don Pedro? Have you not been in the wars?"
*She lifted her skirts and hurried down the great staircase wear she approached him, but cautiously.*
"Have thou been injured or taken ill? Perhaps fever hath taken me from your thoughts..."
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Post by Richard III on Sept 29, 2007 22:51:57 GMT -5
"I doubt any fever burned that could exhaust your brightness," *Richard said, quite stricken by her in another fashion.* "But nay; I am not this Benedict as you call me, but Richard of Gloucester, youngest brother of the king of England. Truly, thought you I was this man?"
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