Scene- Cassio strolls the streets after watching a brawl between two gentlemen
Chasuble: [Running towards Cassio] Cassio!
Cassio: Good Chasuble, what brings thee here tonight? Come for a fight?
Chasuble: No, I came to speak to you sir about a certain lady, Miss Prism.
Cassio: “Not tonight, good” Chasuble (Shakespeare 2.3.31). I am quite busy.
Chasuble: Cassio, please help me! We have a walked planned later today and I need some urgent advice.
Cassio: Fine, “I’ll do’t, but it dislikes me” (Shakespeare 2.3.45). Now speak of this urgent matter.
Chasuble: I must confess my feelings for her. I met her yesterday and… I fell in love.
Cassio: Indeed, indeed. “She’s a most exquisite lady” (Shakespeare 2.3.18).
Chasuble: Exactly! If “I [were] fortunate enough to be Miss Prism’s pupil, I would hang upon her lips…metaphorically” speaking (Wilde 23).
Cassio: Chasuble! Speak in phrases I mig’t understand. Thou makest everything more complicated with metaphors.
Chasuble: Oh no! What if I confuse Miss Prism as well? She may not love me now!
Cassio: Oh Chasuble, you worry too much. Speak your mind to her at once.
Chasuble: I fear that “I’m gonna get real weird with it” and some how offend her with my choice of words. And if I do, then she might only walk with me “as far as the schools and back” (Wilde 23).
Cassio: Fear not, Chasuble. I promise she is not a fresh and delicate creature. Go now. Hurry off.
[Exit Cassio]
Chasuble: But…but… but…Cassio, I don’t know what to say!
[Exit Chasuble, muttering and biting his nails in a panic]
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