The MOOR, centre, appears to have lost his wits.
Moor: Lie with her! Lie on her! We say lie on her, when they belie her. Lie with her! That's foul. Devil!
A man, WILL, enters.
Will: Moor. I was aroused from my sleep, by an anger creeping through the wall -
Moor: Confession! Handkercheif! Confess!
Will: You're going mad!
Moor: Do you mock me?
Will: By heaven, no.
Moor: I hold you the cause for my anger.
Will: Drop it, cuckold!
Moor: A horned man's a mon-
Will: a monster and a beast. I wrote that! You can't guilt me. Nor can you blame me for your foolish wife!
Moor: It was not I who penned Iago's evil.
Will: Nor I!
An ENGLISH TEACHER pokes his head on stage.
English Teacher: Not least because you didn't write your own material -
Will: Yes, but not because of that. No, wait! I did write my own material, I did!
Teacher exits, laughing.
Moor: So who is to blame for the inhuman dog Iago?
Will: You write yourselves.
Moor: We write ourselves?
Will: I did not create evil! Nor did I create good. I may have created you, but I did not create anything new.
Moor: You could have prevented my actions! Poor Desdemona, you had her murdered!
Will: The gods had her murdered. The audience; they had her murdered. I did not.
Moor: So I am but a toy of the fates and a delight of the crowd?
Enter a DANISH PRINCE.
Will: You would have existed without me.
Prince: But do we exist at all? To be or not to -
Will: Cease that incessent rubbish! It means nothing!
Prince: I am weighing up living in sorrow against death. Life, is not 'nothing'.
Will: You believe yourself to be the only person considering this choice? You question your own existance, and yet you consider yourself to be at liberty to end it?
Moor: Who is to say that we don't exist, then?
Will: Nobody! You exist. You don't exist. You're irrelevant, you don't matter.
Moor: And you say you did not create us?
Will: (losing control) Indeed; but I control you.
Prince: We are irrelevent puppets, controlled by a powerless puppeteer.
Moor: Agreed. I think the solution to your dilemma is 'not to be'.
Prince: I got there in the end, anyway.
The Moor and the Prince walk off.
Moor: So, do we exist?
Prince: I'm not sure. Do we only exist to him?
Moor: I believe we exist to many.
Prince: And yet we don't exist at all?
Will: They believed themselves to be human. To physically exist - to be born and have a mother and a father; and the Moor fell in Love and the Prince knew Yorick. They don't exist, do they? They're merely players. All the world's a stage, am I merely a player? Oh, goats and monkeys...
Of course, they are not me and my characters. Massive points if you can guess all three...