Post by pierce on Aug 2, 2015 16:48:54 GMT -5
Wade had since readied himself for this. It was no feat for him, by any means of measure. He was a beneficiary and generous lord gone broke, having a hard time accepting it and grasping at straws. He was Timon, the lead and namesake of Timon of Athens by Shakespeare. He was proud to portray this regal, selfless character at an end. It was deeply rooted within him even after his first skimming over of the play itself. He knew of his own motives in making others satisfied with their lives - but Timon's were much more selfless - and practicing putting his feet in the shoes of the man on paper inspired him to do much of the same. At least as long as the play ran. He really couldn't deny himself that - the urge to pull on a new face afterwards, resuming a new character after the toil and tribulation memorizing words and actions brought.
With the lopsy script of his highlighted lines in his left hand, Wade faced his man. Gracie was playing his servant Flavius. He was a perfect fit as far as Wade was concerned...even through he seemed to be having a bit of trouble with the part in question. "No no no, see, look here Flavius. You are wrought with worry for me. This will ruin me and at the same time it will destroy your reputation. You gotta act like it. Put some heartache in to it!" Wade instructed, gesturing at his own heart in a clutching fashion, his hand revolving around itself to queue his counterpart to try again. They'd gone over this particular back-and-forth twice so far and Wade still felt fresh, vibrant in his role, beginning the strain and training his ear to Gracie's inflections. He was going to set him straight before too long, if he wanted any insight in to acting. He'd been this Flavius in a much too stiff way for his liking, and hell if Wade was going to let this be on opening night. "Come on now, you have the lines, you have the means, you have your master-" he gestured to himself, snapping his fingers once as a sort of prelude to his continuation. "now lets hear what you have to say to him. Inform him of his state, his misfortune!" Maybe he should have been a director. But no, this was much more fun.
Script:
TIMON
You make me marvel: wherefore ere this time Had you not fully laid my state before me, That I might so have rated my expense, As I had leave of means?
FLAVIUS
You would not hear me, At many leisures I proposed.
TIMON
Go to: Perchance some single vantages you took. When my indisposition put you back: And that unaptness made your minister, Thus to excuse yourself.
FLAVIUS
O my good lord, At many times I brought in my accounts, Laid them before you; you would throw them off, And say, you found them in mine honesty. When, for some trifling present, you have bid me Return so much, I have shook my head and wept; Yea, 'gainst the authority of manners, pray'd you To hold your hand more close: I did endure Not seldom, nor no slight cheques, when I have Prompted you in the ebb of your estate And your great flow of debts. My loved lord, Though you hear now, too late--yet now's a time-- The greatest of your having lacks a half To pay your present debts.
TIMON
Let all my land be sold.
FLAVIUS
'Tis all engaged, some forfeited and gone; And what remains will hardly stop the mouth Of present dues: the future comes apace: What shall defend the interim? and at length How goes our reckoning?
TIMON
To Lacedaemon did my land extend.
FLAVIUS
O my good lord, the world is but a word: Were it all yours to give it in a breath, How quickly were it gone!
TIMON
You tell me true.
FLAVIUS
If you suspect my husbandry or falsehood, Call me before the exactest auditors And set me on the proof. So the gods bless me, When all our offices have been oppress'd With riotous feeders, when our vaults have wept With drunken spilth of wine, when every room Hath blazed with lights and bray'd with minstrelsy, I have retired me to a wasteful cock, And set mine eyes at flow.
TIMON
Prithee, no more.
FLAVIUS
Heavens, have I said, the bounty of this lord! How many prodigal bits have slaves and peasants This night englutted! Who is not Timon's? What heart, head, sword, force, means, but is Lord Timon's? Great Timon, noble, worthy, royal Timon! Ah, when the means are gone that buy this praise, The breath is gone whereof this praise is made: Feast-won, fast-lost; one cloud of winter showers, These flies are couch'd.
TIMON
Come, sermon me no further: No villanous bounty yet hath pass'd my heart; Unwisely, not ignobly, have I given. Why dost thou weep? Canst thou the conscience lack, To think I shall lack friends? Secure thy heart; If I would broach the vessels of my love, And try the argument of hearts by borrowing, Men and men's fortunes could I frankly use As I can bid thee speak.
FLAVIUS
Assurance bless your thoughts!
TIMON
And, in some sort, these wants of mine are crown'd, That I account them blessings; for by these Shall I try friends: you shall perceive how you Mistake my fortunes; I am wealthy in my friends. Within there! Flaminius! Servilius!
With the lopsy script of his highlighted lines in his left hand, Wade faced his man. Gracie was playing his servant Flavius. He was a perfect fit as far as Wade was concerned...even through he seemed to be having a bit of trouble with the part in question. "No no no, see, look here Flavius. You are wrought with worry for me. This will ruin me and at the same time it will destroy your reputation. You gotta act like it. Put some heartache in to it!" Wade instructed, gesturing at his own heart in a clutching fashion, his hand revolving around itself to queue his counterpart to try again. They'd gone over this particular back-and-forth twice so far and Wade still felt fresh, vibrant in his role, beginning the strain and training his ear to Gracie's inflections. He was going to set him straight before too long, if he wanted any insight in to acting. He'd been this Flavius in a much too stiff way for his liking, and hell if Wade was going to let this be on opening night. "Come on now, you have the lines, you have the means, you have your master-" he gestured to himself, snapping his fingers once as a sort of prelude to his continuation. "now lets hear what you have to say to him. Inform him of his state, his misfortune!" Maybe he should have been a director. But no, this was much more fun.
Script:
TIMON
You make me marvel: wherefore ere this time Had you not fully laid my state before me, That I might so have rated my expense, As I had leave of means?
FLAVIUS
You would not hear me, At many leisures I proposed.
TIMON
Go to: Perchance some single vantages you took. When my indisposition put you back: And that unaptness made your minister, Thus to excuse yourself.
FLAVIUS
O my good lord, At many times I brought in my accounts, Laid them before you; you would throw them off, And say, you found them in mine honesty. When, for some trifling present, you have bid me Return so much, I have shook my head and wept; Yea, 'gainst the authority of manners, pray'd you To hold your hand more close: I did endure Not seldom, nor no slight cheques, when I have Prompted you in the ebb of your estate And your great flow of debts. My loved lord, Though you hear now, too late--yet now's a time-- The greatest of your having lacks a half To pay your present debts.
TIMON
Let all my land be sold.
FLAVIUS
'Tis all engaged, some forfeited and gone; And what remains will hardly stop the mouth Of present dues: the future comes apace: What shall defend the interim? and at length How goes our reckoning?
TIMON
To Lacedaemon did my land extend.
FLAVIUS
O my good lord, the world is but a word: Were it all yours to give it in a breath, How quickly were it gone!
TIMON
You tell me true.
FLAVIUS
If you suspect my husbandry or falsehood, Call me before the exactest auditors And set me on the proof. So the gods bless me, When all our offices have been oppress'd With riotous feeders, when our vaults have wept With drunken spilth of wine, when every room Hath blazed with lights and bray'd with minstrelsy, I have retired me to a wasteful cock, And set mine eyes at flow.
TIMON
Prithee, no more.
FLAVIUS
Heavens, have I said, the bounty of this lord! How many prodigal bits have slaves and peasants This night englutted! Who is not Timon's? What heart, head, sword, force, means, but is Lord Timon's? Great Timon, noble, worthy, royal Timon! Ah, when the means are gone that buy this praise, The breath is gone whereof this praise is made: Feast-won, fast-lost; one cloud of winter showers, These flies are couch'd.
TIMON
Come, sermon me no further: No villanous bounty yet hath pass'd my heart; Unwisely, not ignobly, have I given. Why dost thou weep? Canst thou the conscience lack, To think I shall lack friends? Secure thy heart; If I would broach the vessels of my love, And try the argument of hearts by borrowing, Men and men's fortunes could I frankly use As I can bid thee speak.
FLAVIUS
Assurance bless your thoughts!
TIMON
And, in some sort, these wants of mine are crown'd, That I account them blessings; for by these Shall I try friends: you shall perceive how you Mistake my fortunes; I am wealthy in my friends. Within there! Flaminius! Servilius!
