Current mood:

creative

So, I'm snowed and iced in. A mind can go strange places. Not, alas, AWS places. Not today. It is so ridiculous. Please forgive me. Entirely intended for LJ fun, and written rather quickly, so lay off with the scanscion criticisms, Gimlet Eyes, okay? Okay. >:D< Also, you know those accents over e's and such that give lines extra syllables? LJ doesn't like those. Just imagine them.

ps) Also, LJ has screwed up my formatting and I am too lazy to add in the nbsp&; things; some of the different characters' lines complete each other for the iambic pentameter thing. Yeah. *shuts up*

Severus, the Shakespearean Slytherin
A Tragedie in Five Acts
Though Not to Be Finisshed Any Tyme Soon, If You Gette Our Drifte



The Persons of the Play.
POTTER, A Gryffindor.
HARRY, His son.
BLACK, His friend.
LILY, His wife.
SNAPE, A Slytherin.

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BLACK. Go thy way, grim-visag'd spectre of night.

SNAPE. I have a right to walk the streets, as thou dost.

POTTER. But unwanted and, I would have, unseen.
Get thee gone, Snape; thy sight offends me
And pollutes the presence of my wife and child.

HARRY. [aside] But it doth not. What sorcery's this?
They call him enemy; why so not I?
Never have I seen the man, never yet,
But oft heard tales of his villainous acts.
And yet methinks my face grows hot
Before him, as it did not for her whom
I must soon espouse as mine own bride.

LILY. Begone, thou foul misshapen toad. My son
Is no fit company for your corruption.

SNAPE. No, indeed; he bears his father's stamp,
And for that alone I hate him dearly.
[aside] But I am false. A frenzy grips me fast.
He looks like James, with the virago's eyes,
But a sweetness melts withal. I fear me
He hath changed me. I know not myself.

HARRY. [aside] O ungentle! I have wronged him not,
And hateth me? Cruel claws do rend my heart!
Poor heart, to feed on poisonous food!
And yet, by hope of Heaven, I find him fair.

BLACK. Look not on the boy, foul fiend! Ay me,
I have remembered me your guilts.
We are three to one, and thou the lesser.
This boy's not for you. Get thee gone.


SNAPE. I will remember this insult, and well.

POTTER. We fear thee not.

SNAPE. Thou shouldst, thou grinning fool.

HARRY. Gentles, father, nuncle, desist, I prithee.
We walk abroad; let this man go, and we.

SNAPE. [aside] So sweet a voice I ne'er have heard. O wretch!
Hast thou enchanted me? I would destroy
Thy House, and wreck thy world, and all for sweet
Revenge; but I would keep thee close to me,
And thou shouldst know no pain a'cause my love.
This day is fate. I must have thee. [aloud] Farewell,
Proud Gryffindors. In grim times, remember me.

LILY. Ay, as the cause of all our troubles. Methinks
There hangeth a dark portent in the sky;
Hie thee hence, for I have some gift in prophecy
And will foretell thy doom.

SNAPE. Witch, my thanks. Exit.

LILY. Slime-creeping wretch, foul monster! Let him go.

HARRY. [aside] Yea, and with him, all my heart's joy also. Exeunt.

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HARRY. I fain would be beloved as thine own.

SNAPE. Thou knowest little of my torment;
Author, end thy cruel play, with scenes
Unending of woe and wretched heartbreak;
Write some happier thing for thy poor servant;
If thou didst but know my love for you
Thou wouldst tender me thy privilege.

HARRY. Severus, thy eyes grow wild; be thou calm
As the sea in summer, and let these storms
Pass from thy eyes. I fear me the bolt's strike.
Thou hast not spake me gently yet -- but I,
Being young in years, little know of love.
I would be yours, and yet mine own -- what?
Calmest thou not? More wrathful grows the face,
More sullen the brow, more brooding the eye.
I long to soothe thy rage. Show me the way.

SNAPE. O tormenter! Dost know nothing but the tease?
He claims innocence and leads me in a dance.

HARRY. No, by my troth, I am none such, I swear.
Why this wrathful outpour? Do I displease?
An it be so, my good lord, I'll be away.

SNAPE. Go, stay, bright lode-star; whither thou goest
I go with thee. Think not to 'scape my arms'
Choke-hold; I have thee now, and thou art mine.
There, my scape-grace, and struggle not my grip.
I say thou art mine.

HARRY. Thou treat'st me unkind.
An thou prison me, I'll fly and hate thee;
An thou free me, I'll be thine own forever.
But, stay or fly, methinks I am prison'd yet.

SNAPE. What madness is this? What fever in my soul?
I ne'er have stopped nor stayed from my heart's lust.
But the treasure stol'n, taken by force,
Hath lost its lustre. O pardon me, child,
For my rude forcing strength that hath bruised thee.
My eyes weep tears of blood to see thy pain;
But no less so my heart for need of thee.
I must have thee eftsoons or I will die;
Thou must choose freely or thou wilt fly.
We ensorcelled are. Escape there is none.

HARRY. Say thou lovest me.

SNAPE. Marry, I love thee,
And would relinquish God for thy sweet sake.

HARRY. Then from escape I fly into thy arms.
Encage me there; hold me fast within thee;
Thy unkind cruelty shall be my succour,
Thy poison'd words my sweet refreshment,
And what others scorned shall be my delight.
O use my youth gently, for I am thine.

SNAPE. And I thine; my poison turn'd to milk for thee,
And for thee alone I suffer'd pains of Hell
And swoon deep in Heaven's bosom now.
I would be thy master; I am thy slave.

HARRY. I like you better thus.

SNAPE. So like you I.

HARRY. Be we resolved then to love or die.

They kiss.

Exeunt. BLACK emerges.

BLACK. O Hell dark and confounding! O ruined day!
What's this? Hath the wolf found the lamb and made
His rude feast on unsullied youthful flesh?
I would kill him now, but Harry's there;
To James I fly, on wings of my despair. Exit.

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BLACK. O, your despised hate is your son's love.

POTTER. What means this? Be plainer, sir, I prithee.

BLACK. Plain I can be and yet not so. My lips
Open t'admit the guilt of mine godchild --
Why, so they revolt; such purity as
His to be sullied by a traitor's paw!
A verdant meadow, dew-bedeck'd, could not be
More moist than these my cheeks with salt-dropp'd tears.
The dark Death Eater hath him in his clasp.
The noble lion is choked by the foul worm;
The issue of thy betimes-blazoned House,
All in his unknowing -- for I deny
Knowledge of so foul a sin in him whom
I prize as more than son -- hath yielded him,
And ev'ry treasure of his love and grace,
To the foul-spott'd night's-scorn, the whoreson
Plague of our own green days, him who loveth
Vice and darkness, the leper's under-belly,
Who ne'er saw beauty but he must besmirch it --
O brother, friend, companion of my heart,
Thy only son lies in talons of the Snape.

LILY. O this is an evil charge.

POTTER. So rue I
This bejeweled morn when I oped the door
To my boon companion, who fills my ears
With lies -- or jests. Sirius, by the love thou
Bearest me and mine, swear thou speakest false.

BLACK. James, James, accuse not me. My only hope
Is t'avenge Harry; I swear I speak the truth.
Brother, put aside thy doubts. I do not lie.
By the charge you laid on me, when new-wrapp'd
Was thy babe in christ'ning gown, cheeks rose-red,
Eyes green with innocence -- by the pure love
I bear thee and thy boy -- I swear to thee
I saw with mine own eyes, alack the day!
I saw thy dear son turn his eyes upward
As if seeking gold Apollo, and found
Instead a god of darkness and shadows;
I saw him gaze into that ill-favoured face
As if into a dream of beauty.

LILY. No.

BLACK. Sister, if I lie, take thou this dagger
And rend my breast to let the foulness out.

LILY. My own breast rather will I rend, to let
My grief come howling forth. O winds of night,
Take thou my cries and with them fill th'ears,
The malformed curséd ears of him who hath
Defil'd my son. Cry and blow, and rest not
Till his nights a shrieking torment are
And all his thoughts are bent on Hell, and not
Th'wanton couch of his lasciviousness;
So a demon's pike, ant-studded, flame-lick'd,
So a harpy, singing a sweet descant,
So th'river of blood 'neath dark Charon's helm
Will seem a very paradise to him
After th'inferno of my rage.

POTTER. 'Tis truth
Thou speakest. Come, Sirius, and lead us
To the unhallow'd place of our son's fall.
Spare us not. We'll soon know all in all. Exeunt.

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Dear God, that was fun. *exorcises it* Woo, look at those swooping line breaks!