Scene 17Mature

The scene quickly changes back to the marketplace, with Medomai standing by the stalls and reading Romeo and Juliet, obviously very engrossed in it.

Amalthea enters the scene in a dark dress (doesn't have to be black, just dark, clearly contrasting against the pastels of the other dresses) and her hair is disheveled, tumbling down onto her shoulders.

AMALTHEA: Hello. I didn't expect to find you here.

MEDOMAI, putting his book down and bowing: Oh? I spend a lot of time here. Amalthea just stares again, so he continues, as though he's explaining: It's lonely in my home, as I said earlier.

AMALTHEA: I would imagine. It's nice running into you here, though.

MEDOMAI: I agree. After an awkward silence, he holds up Romeo and Juliet (making conversation). I actually picked this book up at the store and I can't stop reading it. Do you know of it?

AMALTHEA: Of course I do. It's my favorite play.

MEDOMAI: My favorite, as well. He admires the cover. Their love is just so real...he opens the book up to a random page and reads:

"O, speak again, bright angel! For thou art
As glorious to this night, being o'er my head,
As is a winged messenger of heaven."

AMALTHEA, giving him a small smile: May I read?

MEDOMAI, handing her the book: Of course.

AMALTHEA, reading from the book:

"Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
For saints have hands that pilgrims do touch,
And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss."

MEDOMAI, reciting the play perfectly, as if it's already memorized:

"Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?"

AMALTHEA, dropping the book carelessly and doing the same, staring into his eyes:

"Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer."

MEDOMAI, taking both of Amalthea's hands:

"O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair."


"Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake."


"Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.
Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged."

Medomai brings Amalthea closer, their faces inches apart, going to kiss her as Romeo and Juliet did. He suddenly looks down at Amalthea's hands, seeing Lucina's blood on them.

MEDOMAI, holding up her hands (not forcefully, but just worried): What is this?

AMALTHEA, pretending not to notice: What are you talking about? I don't...she trails off, unable to lie (due to Lucina telling her she's honest).

MEDOMAI: This blood on your hands. Is it that man?

AMALTHEA: Daedalus? Medomai nods. No. He didn't hurt me.

MEDOMAI: Did you hurt yourself?


MEDOMAI: Then what happened, my love? Why is there blood on your hands?

AMALTHEA, trembling and holding in her tears: I can't tell you.

MEDOMAI: I promise, you can tell me anything.

AMALTHEA: Oh, no, I can't! She pulls her hands away and tries to rub the blood off of her hands. I can't!


AMALTHEA: D-Daedalus, he...

MEDOMAI, seemingly angry at Daedalus, not Amalthea: I knew it! He looks at her, concerned. Please come with me. He grabs Amalthea's hand and they head down the street towards the lesser-populated area of town, towards Medomai's home.

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