Assume Act 1 Scene 1

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Assume

Act 1, scene 1

[the main hall of Duke Desmond's home]

[enter Narrator]

Narrator:

In Tarringsfield in merry May, we see

the tale of most sincere Duke Desmond starts.

Never a wedding march was played for he,

but he became Cupid to others' hearts.

A week had passed with old Lord Beldon dead,

his fatal fall caused by his rearing steed.

Of such a cause for joy and mirth to spread,

no death before in all the land had need.

This lord was cold before he met his tomb.

His heart, so cruel and harsh, had been as stone.

His own sweet child had well escaped her doom.

Cecile would now be free to thrive alone.

But long alone is not a merry life.

Would Fate decree that she should be a wife?

[Enter Duke Desmond]

Desmond:

[sighs] I am, I must admit, quite soft of heart.

I've seen the rise of heat in people's blood.

I'm certain all these passions soon will boil.

And then, when all the madness rages on,

the time will be too ripe for broken hearts,

and surely so will follow broken fights.

And frays will spill out blood and ruin lives.

So peace here in my land will soon decay,

all that which I have long worked to instill.

But if I pair this crowd of wanton hearts,

so that their focus would not stray apart,

nor in so straying make some tangled web

that catching all in such an envy trap,

too full of ire and hurt would sink us down.

Instead let all that heat that spreads around

so blaze and forge new bonds of lasting love.

Come now, Milton! Where are you stowed away?

[Enter Milton]

Milton:

Here sir, what can I do to serve you well?

Desmond:

In this directed way may you do so-

as I expect Lord Farren soon arrives.

You then would serve me well to note of him

and hasting with respect to bring him here.

Milton:

I will, your grace, bestow upon this man

all due respect and more as can be shown.

So well deserves the subjects which are seen

as full of worth within your grace's eyes.

Desmond:

Good man.

Milton:

and that I strive hard to remain.

[Milton exits.]

Desmond:

[Aside] I don't suppose that anyone is spared

the broad effect of this outbreak of lust.

But as such Milton bears the burden well.

At times myself I feel that I might burst,

from all the yearnings I do hold within,

for one whose touch I dearly need to feel.

In knowing well this kind of pang of need,

I can with much great pity see about

all those who long and languish so alone.

To cure this ill I ready now a balm

that soothes the soul of any who require

such help as this in finding out a mate.

To give so dear a friend as Farren this,

I have made ready notes and letters writ

in most fine hand of dear Lady Cecile.

No doubt, in learning much of her this way,

will Farren then be most tempted to woo.

It pleases me much to-

[Enter Milton]

Milton:

[He bows.] Pardon, your Grace.

Desmond:

You have my leave to speak, proceed Milton.

Milton:

Lord Farren has arrived and waits without.

Desmond:

Good, show him in...

[Enter Lord Farren]

...glad greetings, Farren, friend!

Farren:

Good-day, your Grace, how kind you are to me!

So strange these days do seem, so wild of late,

as though a summer madness did descend

upon this month of May in much mistake.

And yet, your house still opens wide its arms

to firm embrace in hospitality,

we subjects, who must owe you humble thanks.

Desmond:

No, not at all, you have no need of thanks.

But still, come in and rest in friendship's sake.

[To Milton.] Go check that all are well throughout the house.

Milton:

Most humbly and most swiftly done, your Grace.

[Milton exits.]

[Desmond and Farren sit down together, before a table.]

Desmond:

I have compiled for you these letters all

which were composed by that Lady Cecile,

of whom I would have you lend patient ear.

As you can see from this portrait of her,

she is a damsel well beyond compare.

And though once trapped beneath the dreadful rule

of old Lord Beldon, he, her father cruel,

can now from his demise be free at last

and so admit what suitors that may call.

Just this I would so wish you now to be,

to woo this dear girl, should you like of her.

Farren:

If looks were all, I scarce could now refuse

so delicate a face as this fair maid's.

I am most keen to hear of this Cecile.

You are too kind, to think of her and me,

to see us both unite in holy love,

before that you yourself should know this joy.

But do forgive my idle question here,

why do you not desire to seek her hand?

Desmond:

Lord Farren, I know I must seem quite strange,

to here suggest this lady be pursued

but never think to make a suit of her.

In truth, that lady is dear to my heart,

although in fashion of a sibling sweet.

For all the happiness of married life,

I wish for her, but can't provide myself.

Farren:

For you I have profound respect and awe,

and take your word as this, your true intent.

So please, now let's peruse over these notes

and teach to me the mind of fair Cecile.

[Desmond and Farren mime at conversation.]

Narrator:

They then went on to talk at great a length

of all the virtues and the grace of she,

the young Lady Cecile, who knew not of

the length to which she was here so admired.

And surely the extent of such high praise,

would redden fast the lady's lily face.

Through anecdotes and tales sincere and true,

the Duke wove fast a lovely tapestry

of all that made Cecile a perfect match.

Lord Farren's heart could not avoid the bait.

And who indeed could claim they can resist,

the call of Cupid when he does decide,

to fast bestow on any such a joy?

Farren:

You have bestowed on me a wondrous need,

which now I must find ways to pay it heed.

When next as host you so desire to be,

please give the chance that I might meet Cecile.

And when at last I can look on her face

to her I will declare such fond intent,

that I would be her most devoted groom-

if she consent that she should be my bride.

Desmond:

Let us stroll out and walk about the grounds,

as not to waste the beauty of the day,

while more details we for the future plan.

So come, join me to seek the garden bright.

[Exit Duke and Farren.]

[Enter Emily]

Emily:

Oh Jasper? Jasper? Brother, dear of mine?

I thought you had desired to speak with me...

but to the air I talk, and you are none.

[She walks by the table where the letters still sit.]

And well now, what is this I note so plain?

Correspondence of one Lady Cecile?

And here there did some narrative unfold,

for there downstage he stands, the author's voice.

How do they note him not, so clear as day?

What plot was there, that passed me by so fast,

and let me not enjoy the twisting tale?

[Enter Geoffrey, from behind a curtain.]

Geoffrey:

Such plot that I could scarcely hold my tongue.

Emily:

Goddamn it, Geoffrey, don't do that to me!

How long, do tell, have you been hiding there?

[He hugs her from behind.]

Geoffrey:

A year, a year, it seems to me, my dear!

As so blunt hard beneath me was the sill

upon the which I sat to keep me hid,

so sore am I and tender is my ass.

[Emily giggles.]

Emily:

Oh my, poor thing indeed, to feel so sore.

But all has not been lost, I can so tell

by that, the hardness that you press on me.

And so blunt hard your cock does feel to me,

my ass, not sore, and yet my spine has chills.

Geoffrey:

We are alone, as much as we may be,

in this, the setting of a comedy.

Perhaps I can entice you here awhile,

a moment's private lust can we now steal.

[to Narrator] I beg of you to keep a watchful eye,

and as you may narrate what we may do,

so in exchange help us to well avoid

that any soul should catch us in the act.

[Narrator bows gracefully to the couple.]

Narrator:

And with his manners much improved that day,

so did Geoffrey embrace his Emily

without a need to fear or hide at all,

for none had caught a glimpse or heard a sound.

He grabbed her hips and firmly pressed his cock

right up against the soft flesh of her ass

and sighing from the feel of pressure there,

leaned close and kissed affection on her neck.

She grinned and blushed a heated, rosy hue,

and felt the tingle of his teasing kiss.

It jumped along her nerves under the skin

and matched as well in place between her thighs.

The tingle warmer there, so devious,

it made her hum a lusty sound aloud.

Emily:

Is this a ploy, to hide from me some plot,

that earlier did pass with secret news?

Geoffrey:

Oh never ploy or lie for you, my dear,

but only firm resolve to hold you close.

But still, I can reveal what did transpire,

so sate my lust and all your questions, too.

Stay near and let me press you on this slab

with friction and more wanton acts than this.

You are too perfect to escape my arms.

How badly I do need to feel you more.

Emily:

Then don't release me from your loving grip,

feel free to chase with me your pleasure's peak.

And yet do tell is it as I have guessed?

That Desmond plays as Cupid for his friends,

and works to intertwine lady and lord,

the same Cecile to Farren plots to wed?

Geoffrey:

It is in line with what you did predict.

The painting and the notes here of Cecile

did give Lord Farren proof how sweet she is.

Although I must confess, you and Cecile,

could almost sisters be, so near your looks.

But I for one, prefer to dote on you,

you trap my heart better than she by far,

and with my heart does follow all my lust.

Emily:

And good of you to say as much to me,

while I do wiggle coyly on your cock.

Narrator:

She showed him what she meant and moved with guile,

to bring his sharp attention to her ass,

so round and warm and teasing snug on him.

He made a loving groan as his reply

and holding firm her lush gyrating hips,

he pulled her tight against his jutting groin.

Geoffrey:

No sweeter spicy blend of female form,

was ever made than yours, my Emily.

Yet all is not equal between us two,

and first, I think, I must return it thus.

Emily:

Of what unbalance do you here refer?

I am most willing that all should be fair,

and keep our status in an even state.

Do tell, how can you mend the error's mark?

Geoffrey:

So simply done, with your leave that I may.

The mark may be undone by one that's new,

as I may strike my hand upon your ass.

With you bent down upon this sturdy desk,

I can make your ass now as sore as mine.

Emily:

Oh yes, you have so wisely found the path.

Narrator:

With grins that brightly beamed from faces red,

then Geoff did make a trial slapping down,

to test the flesh of his fair lady friend.

The smack brought out a gasp between her lips,

but then the heat was glowing pleasure there

and sighing she did wiggle, wanting more.

Emily:

It seems that we have truly hit it off,

to find this kinky deed serves well us both.

Please, don't be shy to hit me so again.

Give me a blush below to match my face.

Geoffrey:

Most gladly will I redden your sweet ass.

Narrator:

And first, he leaned down to caress her neck,

with brief and light tenderness from his lips.

Then to his task he boldly carried on,

and smacked again the lady's writhing rump.

She hitched her breath but still she blushed and smiled,

so that he knew to carry on the game.

It was not long with treatment such as this,

that both were panting out and well aroused.

Geoffrey:

Oh, such a strong temptation to commit

such acts as would so shame a moral man,

to lift your clothes and lower mine away

and ravish you in frantic acts of lust.

Emily:

Then fortune smiles upon me on this day,

for I know well you are no moral man.

But more a gentleman, of kindness filled,

who would not leave me so unsatisfied.

Geoffrey:

My dear, you are not wrong in thinking so.

Allow me now to deftly raise your skirt,

but guide me so that I may treat you well,

and tell me where you long to feel my cock.

Narrator:

And yet, though they would gladly carry on,

the sound of footsteps clearly from without

did stop them short in their sweet revelry.

So scrambling quick, the lady hid herself

behind the velvet curtains upstage left.

[Emily quickly hides.]

[Enter Jasper.]

Geoffrey:

Jasper, my lord, I hope that you fare well?

Jasper:

Yes, well enough these days, I thank you, Geoff.

Geoffrey:

Was there some thing you need of me, my lord?

Jasper:

I had not thought to find you here at all,

but rather sought my sister Emily.

There is a query I would put to her,

of private troubles I have had of late.

I highly value her advice and views.

[Geoffrey glances towards Emily's hiding place.]

Geoffrey:

I cannot guess, my lord where she may be.

If she is nowhere in this grand estate,

perhaps she may be found within the town,

as there she often goes to visit Jane.

Jasper:

Ah yes, quite right and likely to be so.

So then, when you have gone to town yourself,

on those errands I bade you do today,

please do be good enough to seek her out,

and tell her how I long to reconnect.

Geoffrey:

As you command, my lord, I gladly do.

Jasper:

Good man, and don't return too late this eve,

but join us here to sup.

Geoffrey:

I shall, my lord.

[Geoffrey bows to Jasper.]

[Jasper exits]

[Emily reappears.]

Emily:

Well, that was close.

Geoffrey:

Yes dear, it surely was.

Tell me, how fares your lovely tender ass?

Emily:

Tender indeed, though not in any ill.

It is more trouble for me that I am

so wet between the thighs, in need of you,

but we cannot continue with our wants.

Geoffrey:

Yes, now dismay is heavy on my heart,

for I must hasten to obey my lord,

and leave to make my journey into town.

With you I would much rather here remain.

[Emily gives Geoffrey a quick kiss.]

Emily:

Well think on me until we meet again.

There will be other times we shall indulge,

and can enjoy ourselves as we may dare.

Perhaps we may cross paths down in the square.

[Exeunt.]