Act 4 Scene 2 Twelfth Night Novels & Stories

All grew quiet as the actors appeared, walking across the grass, and the play began. Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. It all came rushing back to Sage. He remembered seeing this play the first time it was performed, back in 1594. He had seen it in the Globe, on the banks of the Thames, standing with all the groundlings, thousands of people crammed in together, watching it. He remembered being mesmerized. And now here he was, 400 years later, and it was still as fresh to him as the first time he’d seen it.

Ava glanced in the lady's direction, the old woman seemed like she had no wish to return here. On the stage, the narrator started to deliver the opening of the play, and for a long moment her attention was drawn to the stage. She barely recognized when someone came over silently and sat beside her. Somewhere in the middle of the play, she caught glimpse of the person sitting next to her and flinched at once. She turned toward him with rounded-eye surprise. "Well, hello beautiful." The Earl of Blackthorne regarded her with his lazy smile. "How delightful to see you again."

Giggling, two more stepped forward, reaching out playfully. Their hands were filthy, as if they had been clawing in the dirt in the frozen garden outside. Abednego shouted at them to stay back. At this they seemed to freeze in mid-motion, and expressions of surprise and genuine offense crossed their shallow faces. There was silence. Then the eldest said if I did not wish to play, I could not speak during the choosing. "Come, ladies, to the great hall, so we can finish tonight’s event!" she said. Theroux to become a behemoth, snarled, and Abednego thought he heard a wet clamping sound and a thud of something hitting the earth.

I had a funny feeling that Zaff and Dikais aren't too happy about why these lines which make Alina and I want to laugh, Kevin looks at the girl and she reads, "Good pilgrim, you criticize your hand too much, which appropriate devotion shows in this; for saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, and palm to palm is holy pilgrims' kiss." The next girl goes, but that's when I stop paying attention. I focus back on our sheet until Cam, Perry, and Harry talk about the sluts, so look up and see Shay up next. "Alright, Kevin, you'll read the last three lines.", Mr. Colon explains. Kevin nods his head and gets ready. "See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand. Oh, how I wish I were that glov

There was no time to ask these questions, I ran straight to the ward. My breath was uneven. My heart pounding. Fear crawling under my skin. The closer I got, the more I heard whispers in the room Struggling. I pushed the door open— And froze. Don Pedro and his men. Standing in the middle of the room. Papa was lying on the bed, his eyes pleading for mercy. Don Pedro, holding my Rosaline. Dragging her roughly. She struggled in his grip. “Please… leave me…” she cried. He laughed. A dark, terrifying laugh.

They do not speak loudly. But I hear enough. I always do. We reach the entrance to the grand hall. The doors are already open. Light spills out. Music drifts into the corridor. I stop for a moment. Just for a second. Then I step inside. And everything changes. The room is filled. Nobles. Guests. Power. Every gaze turns. Some curious. Some calculating. Some cold. My eyes move across the room. Searching. And then I see them. Viola.

Scarlett’s head snapped toward him, her defiance faltering for a heartbeat as the reality of her fate sank in. Winter’s smirk vanished and his jaw tightened, his gloved fist tightening on the table, a flicker of possession crossing his frozen features as the girl who had sparked his interest slipped into another’s grasp. The slave master shoved Scarlett toward the edge of the stage, her bare feet scraping the splintered stage, bound wrists jerking as she stumbled toward the imposing man, his gold already clinking in anticipation. Then Winter’s voice cut through the inn like a glacier cracking. “One thousand gold coins.”

48 ~ROSALINE~ The room is filled with smoke and Mr Fontaine's laughter echoes round me. "Where is your night in shining armor?" The female voice I'm familiar with, chuckles. "He hasn't come for you yet. Do you think he really cares?" I turn my head to figure out where the voices are coming from but it's like they're everywhere and nowhere at the same time. My heart drums in my chest and I cover my ears. I pull myself to my feet and fall back in pain. The thorned chains are no longer on my ankles, they have been arrayed from my ankles up to my knee.

Chapter 29 Antonio has several states of consciousness when he dreams. Like this one. The man was in a large meadow. A lake lay between them. Antonio was not alone. There was a woman there. She smiled warmly at Antonio, then called out to him in a soft, caring voice. Antonio lay down on her lap. The bright sunlight, and the strong wind made his eyes misty. He couldn't see clearly who she was. How was her face? Did Antonio know her? No, Antonio had no idea.

Playfully, he asked in a husky voice, "But do you want us to kiss, Lulu?" If voices could kill, his would be a lethal weapon. I swatted his hand away and rubbed my warm cheeks. "We'll fake a kiss, okay?" The game began very soon, and everyone got into position. I only had two scenes to play out—one when I was put into slumber by the spindle and another when I was woken up by the prince's kiss. After the first act, I lay on the bed and waited for the prince to arrive. Perhaps something was amiss during the story as I waited and waited but Colin never appeared. I slowly got more and more anxious.