Louis & Harry

Act II: Scene I

Louis walks out to the garden, walking ahead of his friends.

"Can I go away while my heart stays here? I have to go back to where my heart is." Louis asks the stars.

He moves and jumps over a wall when he hears them come out.

"Louis, my cousin, Louis, Louis." Ben calls.

"He's a smart boy. I bet he slipped away and went home to bed." Martian tells him.

"I think he ran this way and jumped over this orchard wall. Call to him, Martian." Ben disagrees.

"I'll conjure him as if I were summoning a spirit. Louis! Madman! Passion! Lover! Show yourself in the form of a sigh. Speak one rhyme, and I'll be satisfied. Just cry out, "Ah me!" Just say "love" and "dove." Say just one lovely word to my good friend Venus. Just say the nickname of her blind son Cupid, the one who shot arrows so well in the old story, -- Louis doesn't hear me. He doesn't stir. He doesn't move. The silly ape is dead, but I must make him appear. -- I summon you by Eleanor's bright eyes, by her high forehead and her red lips, by her fine feet, by her straight legs, by her trembling thighs, and by the regions right next to her thighs. In the name of all of these things, I command you to appear before us in your true form." Martian calls drunkenly.

"If he hears you, you'll make him angry." Ben rolls his eyes.

"What I'm saying can't anger him. He would be angry if I summoned a strange spirit for her to have sex with-- that's what would make him angry. The things I'm saying are fair and honest. All I'm doing is saying the name of the woman he loves to lure him out of the darkness." Martian replies with a grin.

"Come on. He's hidden behind these trees to keep the night company. His love is blind, so it belongs in the dark." Ben sighs.

"If love is blind, it can't hit the target. Now he'll sit under a medlar tree and wish his mistress were one of those fruits that look like female genitalia. Oh Louis, I wish she were an open- arse, and you a Popperin pear to "pop her in." Good night, Louis. I'll go to my little trundle bed. This open field is to cold a place for me to sleep."

(The medlar is a tree whose fruit was considered to look like a vulva or an anus. The fruits were often called "open- arses." Popperins are Belgian pears.)

He turns to Ben, "Come on, should we go?"

"Let's go. There's no point in looking for him if he doesn't want to be found." He agrees, shaking his head.

They leave the Styles residence and make their way back home.

End of scene...

A/N:

Very short update but here ya go.

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