Opens to two fairy like figures standing beside a bed that separates them. Both are looking down at the third who is asleep. LUCIF is dressed in red and BEALE is dressed in black. they begin to speak in whispers.
LUCIF
To tame this plot which we make due change. We bring this man our most merry arrange. Our potion of change which shall tempt his mind to grow uneasy with our ways so unkind.
BEALA
And with this potion we spread upon his brow such sadness to which we take so much of now. And in this moment we seize the time due to make us partners in crime.
LUCIF
Alas we stand side to side this poor sleeping mans bed chambers reside. To this potion my younger I did recall, this potion is such a lovely lotion that it doth stick. And stick and stick and stick.
BEALE
And stick it shall, for upon his brow we lay out potion this lovely lotion of which we have made tonight for this evil plight. And in merry shapes and in merry ways we shall enjoy his horror. When he shall wake...
LUCIF
Speak less and speak more with actions that with words. For the time runs faster than our night conquers. We shall be made stone when the sun hits the sky and with that we should die. Cast the lotion upon his skin!... I have the ash we shall replace onto him.
BEALE
Relax dear brother, for time runs fast, yet with slow movements it shall lengthy last. And to this body I dedicate this trick, to my dear old father...
LUCIF
Satan's prick! Feast now on your actions and less upon your words this night is a dreary night and which casts no light. But with this step we must wave in speed, for when the dawn comes we should not have finished the deed!
BEALE
Shhh it stirs.. this man on men who stands to be no omen. A portent, a fake, a fraud, a truth sayer is he. And we shall be the soothe sayer for thee. Rest a little dear weary dreamer, your hosts for this nights party are not but simple things which some say naughty. We shall trick and you shall treat, to us we meet your defeat. Rest dear weary man, your eyes deceive your mind. we are but figments of that which call you human kind.
LUCIF
The man falls back unto his bed, our mission was almost made dead. 'Tis time finish the deed younger. And then beale you shall be truly my brother.
BEALE
Lucif ... Lucif... take not speedy haste, but relax and create no waste. The deed we have been given is to make this man forbidden. And forbidden we mean to break his soul and shred his dignity. For each in his own is man an animal and as an animal he shall fall.
LUCIF
As an animal to be made no more this man is the one I adore. Eyes set back and relaxed in calm. Inside he is a tempest and outside he is a storm. When awake during the baking time, such a cruel animal this love of mine. Our trick is your treat my dear sweet man, for when you awake you will...try...all..you...can...
BEALE
To break which we have put onto thee, a curse so foul it should not ever be. And we the judges of your crimes, see you guilty three nine times. So awake in morns embrace and be hated with your new disgrace. You the man, who cant see what others can.
