ACT IV
SCENE I. Gravedigger Laurence's cell.Enter GRAVEDIGGER LAURENCE and PARIS 
GRAVEDIGGER LAURENCE On Thursday, sir? The time is very short.
PARIS Freshly pardoned by the Witchdoctor’s words,
Have you not yet heard it said?
My father Capulet will have it so;
And I am in no way slow to slack his haste.
GRAVEDIGGER LAURENCE You say you do not know the lady's mind:
Uneven is the course, I like it not.
PARIS Immoderately she weeps for Mercutio's death,
And therefore have I little talk'd of love;
For Love smiles not in a house of tears.
Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous
That she doth give her sorrow so much sway,
And in his wisdom hastes our marriage,
To stop the inundation of her tears;
Which, too much minded by herself alone,
And coupled with her being a sexy undead freak,
May thus put her from society:
Now do you know the reason of this haste.
GRAVEDIGGER LAURENCE [Aside] This guy is a creeper.
If only Romeo knew of his sort-of widow’s woe.
Look, sir, here comes the lady towards my cell.
Enter JULIETPARIS Happily met, my lady and my wife!
JULIET That may be, sir, when I may be a wife.
PARIS That may be must be, love, on Thursday next.
JULIET What must be shall be.
GRAVEDIGGER LAURENCE That's a certain text.
PARIS Come you to make confession to this father?
JULIET To answer that, I should confess to you.
PARIS Do not deny to him that you love me.
JULIET I will confess to you that I love him.
PARIS So will ye, I am sure, that you love me.
JULIET If I do so, it will be of more price,
Being spoke behind your back, than to your face.
PARIS Poor soul, thy face is much abused with tears,
And adorable, rotten fleshy bits.
JULIET The tears have got small victory by that;
For it was bad enough before their spite.
PARIS Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with that report.
No face lacks fancy, that has once before,
Had earthworms taste upon it’s surface.
JULIET That is no slander, sir, which is a truth;
And what I spake, I spake it to my face.
And dude, earthworms? You do not know how
To woo a woman’s fancy..
PARIS Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander'd it.
JULIET And there’s the creepo! Knew it was coming.
Alack, it may be so, for it is not mine own.
Are you at leisure, sort-of-holy gravedigger, now;
Or shall I come to you at murky twilight?
GRAVEDIGGER LAURENCE My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now.
My lord, we must entreat the time alone.
PARIS God shield I should disturb devotion!
Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse ye:
Till then, adieu; and keep this holy kiss.
[Exeunt]JULIET O shut the door! and when thou hast done so,
Come weep with me; past hope, past cure, past help!
GRAVEDIGGER LAURENCE Ah, Juliet, I already know thy grief;
It strains me past the compass of my wits:
I hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it,
On Thursday next be married to this necro loser.
JULIET Tell me not, Gravedigger, that thou hear'st of this,
Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it:
If, in thy wisdom, thou canst give no help,
Do thou but call my resolution wise,
And with this knife I'll help it presently.
God join'd my heart and Romeo's, through our hands;
And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo seal'd,
Shall be the label to another deed,
Or my true heart with treacherous revolt
Turn to another, this shall slay them both:
Therefore, out of thy long-experienced time,
Give me some present counsel, or, behold,
'Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife
Shall play the umpire, arbitrating that
Which the commission of thy years and art
Could to no issue of true honour bring.
Be not so long to speak; I long to die,
If what thou speak'st speak not of remedy.
GRAVEDIGGER LAURENCE Hold, Voodoo Witchdoctor’s Assistant:
I have a plan, and this one will go better,
Than that friar from the past’s, I assure you.
If, rather than to marry County Paris,
Thou hast the strength of will to re-slay thyself,
Then is it likely thou wilt undertake
A thing as difficult as death to chide away this shame.
Instead of killing yourself, kill the Witchdoctor,
That so parlays with death that
he himself may scape from it:
And, if thou darest, I'll give thee remedy.
JULIET O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,
From off the battlements of yonder tower;
Or walk in creepy alleys with pervy guys;
Or bid me lurk where serpents are;
Chain me with roaring bears,
and leave me to my doom.
If not, then shut me nightly in a charnel-house,
Cover’d quite with dead men's rattling bones,
And with reeky shanks. and yellow chapless skulls;
Or bid me go into a new-made grave
And hide me with a dead man in his shroud;
Things that, to hear them told, make humans tremble;
And I will do it without fear or doubt,
To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love.
GRAVEDIGGER LAURENCE Right, this is exactly how you died the first time.
You don’t want to change anything you just suggested?
JULIET Nay, I cannot slay the Witchdoctor,
For he draws power from the Grey still,
And so is invulnerable to poor Juliet’s arm.
GRAVEDIGGER LAURENCE [The Gravedigger sighs]Hold, then; go home, be merry, give consent
To marry Paris: Wednesday is to-morrow:
To-morrow night look that thou lie alone;
Let not thy Warden lie with thee in thy chamber:
Take thou this vial, being then in bed,
And this distilled liquor drink thou off.
Wence through all thy veins it shall run,
A cold and drowsy humour,
meant for one of no pulse.
Then, thy skin shall warm, and blood thus channel.
Death shall nay keep his native progress, but surcease:
Warmth and breath shall testify thou livest;
The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall bloom,
Thy warmth return after two lifetimes lost,
Each part, once deprived of supple government,
Shall, limber, warm and energetic, appear as if revived:
And in this borrow'd likeness of towering life,
Thou shalt continue two and forty hours,
And then cold death will grip thee again,
As if from a pleasant dream.
Now, when the bridegroom in the morning comes
To rouse thee from thy bed,
there shall thou appear human:
Then, as young Paris hears that his bride,
is not so deceased as he prefers,
thy marriage shall be delayed.
From there, in thy best robes uncover'd on the bier
Shalt the Witchdoctor have thee,
be borne to that same ancient vault
Where all thy kindred of the Capulets lie.
And in that vault, desperately perform rituals,
To return thy undead form, and to eternal service,
Attempt to have thee re-bound.
This stuff has some severe side effects though,
Like narcolepsy. So, y’know, don’t fall asleep.
Even if it be so however, again thou shalt awake,
And in betwixt thy slumber,
Romeo by my letters shall know our drift,
And hither shall he come: and he and I
Will seize upon the Witchdoctor’s ritual,
And during the confusion caused by your waking,
That very night shall Romeo and I
bear the Witchdoctor to a purgatorial grave.
And this shall free thee from this present shame,
and Romeo from the Witchdoctor’s doomsaying;
As long of course as no inconstant toy,
nor womanish fear or plot,
Abate thy valour in the acting it.
JULIET [Aside] If only I could tell thee of the Warden’s plot, Gravedigger!
Yet her spell binds me now, even so.
Give me, give me! O, tell not me of fear!
GRAVEDIGGER LAURENCE Hold this, and get you gone; be strong and prosperous
In this resolve: I'll send a fellow Gravedigger with speed
To Romeo hence, with my letters and thy plot.
JULIET Love give me strength! and strength shall help afford.
Farewell, dear father!
[Exeunt]SCENE II. Hall in Capulet's house.Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, Warden, and two Acolyte ServantsCAPULET So many guests invite as here are writ.
[Exit First Servant]Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks.
SECOND SERVANTYou shall have none ill, sir; for I'll try if they
can’t cook some finger-licking good
Licks of fingers.
CAPULET Wha…what?
SECOND SERVANTMarry, sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot cook fingers,
or so says the Witchdoctor, and his voodoo lords;
therefore no cook goes whose
finger-based dishes goes not with me.
CAPULET Go, be gone.
And bring a trash bag on return.
That I may barf my innards into it.
Exit Second ServantWe shall be much unfurnished for this event.
What, is my daughter gone to Gravedigger Laurence?
WARDENAy, forsooth.
CAPULET Well, he may chance to do some good on her:
A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is.
WARDENHa, yeah. She’s probably showing sire,
Gravedigger the night of his life right now.
See now that she comes from shrift
with such a merry look.
Enter JULIETCAPULET How now, my headstrong! where have you been gadding?
JULIET Where I have learn'd me to repent sin,
and the joys of disobedient opposition,
To you and your behests; and was enjoin'd
By grey-y Laurence to fall prostrate,
And beg pardon: and now I beg pardon.
I beseech you! Henceforward I am ever ruled by you.
[The Warden and Capulets exchange glances]WARDENPfft, told you so.
CAPULET Send for the county; go tell him of this:
I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning.
Damn undead girls can’t go around sleeping,
With whatever Gravediggers they choose…
JULIET I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell;
And gave him what becomed love I might,
Not step o'er the bounds of modesty.
WARDENWhat the hell, a three-way? I literally can’t even-
CAPULET Why, I am glad on't; this is well: stand up:
This is as't should be. The county is a freak anyway,
So he probably enjoys that sort of thing.
Let me away now to see the county;
Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither.
Now, afore God! this revered Gravedigger,
Our whole city it seems is much bound to him.
JULIET Aye, thanks to him I am born again,
As if life were soon to take purchase here,
Amidst these old and rotting bones.
Warden, will you go with me into my closet,
To help me sort such needful ornaments
As you think fit to furnish me to-morrow?
LADY CAPULET No, not till Thursday; there is time enough.
And it sounds like you’ve done more than enough.
CAPULET Go, Warden, go with her, and prevent anymore tomfoolery;
For thus did we take you in, despite the prison’s debacle.
And we'll to church to-morrow.
[Exeunt JULIET and WARDEN]LADY CAPULET We shall be short in our provision:
'Tis now near night, and our guards few.
I hear the attacks from neighboring city’s
Outpouring of graveyards has increased,
And now even the Witchdoctor is shorthanded.
CAPULET Tush, I will stir about,
And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife:
Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her,
So the county may up her deck;
I'll not to bed to-night; let me alone;
I'll play the housewife for this once. What, ho!
They are all forth. Well, I will walk myself
To County Paris, to prepare him up
Against to-morrow: my heart is wondrous light,
Since this same wayward, undead girl
Shall at last be rid from our many responsibilities..
[Exeunt]SCENE III. Juliet's chamber.Enter JULIET and WARDENJULIET Ay, those attires suck: gentle Warden,
I pray thee, leave me to my self to-night,
For I have need of many orisons
To move the heavens to smile upon my state,
Which, well thou know'st well, is cross and full of sin.
WARDENYou’re really taking this born again thing seriously, aren’t you?
Enter LADY CAPULETLADY CAPULET What, are you busy, ho? need you my help?
WARDENNo, madam; we’ve culled her as much as
is necessary for her betrothal to-morrow:
So please you, let her now be left alone,
And wait this night in the dining hall,
and let Sir Capulet sit up with you;
For, I am sure, you have your hands full all,
In this so sudden business.
LADY CAPULET Good night, trustworthy Warden:
Get thee to bed, and rest; for thou hast need.
[Exeunt LADY CAPULET]JULIET Wait! Mother! God knows when we shall meet again.
I have a faint cold fear that thrills through my veins,
That almost freezes up the heat of life:
Warden, d-do you stay to comfort me?
WARDENPfft, hell no. But hark well slave,
My plot doth near its end in complete.
Your wedding shall draw forth,
both Witchdoctor and President in turn;
and when they are a-seated, then shall
I strike, as an adder waiting coiled.
And once vile Witchdoctor is removed,
Then shall my comrades be a-venged, and
My Witch-slaying duties done.
JULIET What, art thou not the true serpent,
Who lies in waiting, venom fresh
Upon thy unrepentant fangs?
WARDENQuiet hussy! Your conscience,
And untamed rendezvous with Romeo,
Shall not abate my desire to avenge!
To-morrow, all shall play their part,
Regardless of your desire to repent of sin.
And fair Juliet, first and foremost,
Will stand before that altar,
While heartbroken Romeo finds comfort,
Within my caring arms instead.
I command it!
[The Warden holds aloft the Voodoo Doll]
[Exeunt the WARDEN]JULIET Curse that trollop, but at last she departs.
Swearing to seize love's ethereal blossom,
Though she know not its shape or form.
Now then, my dismal scene I needs must act alone.
But will this break the Warden’s hold?
Or shall my ruse fall by the wayside,
Of foul Witch Hunter’s desire for blood?
Come, vial!
But, what if this mixture should not work at all?
Shall I be married then to-morrow morning?
No, no: this shall forbid it: lie thou there.
[Laying down her dagger]What if it be a potion, which the Gravedigger
Subtly hath minister'd to have me obedient,
Lest in this ceremony he should be dishonour'd,
when I’m all like “Wait, it’s a trick! I’m married, you nuts!”?
I fear it is: that he hath sided with the Warden,
For how different are Gravedigger and Witch Hunter,
At the heart of the matter?
And yet, methinks, it should not,
For he hath still been tried a holy man,
And we couldn’t legally prove he was
A charlatan, if nothing else.
How, if after the panic at the wedding abates,
I begin to take undead form once more,
Shall that Romeo come to redeem me?
There's a fearful point!
Shall I not, then, be caught amidst madness,
As Witchdoctors and Hunters feud in turn,
And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes?
Or, if I live, is it not very unlikey,
The horrible fate of marriage un-to waits,
for the Witchdoctor may defeat the Warden yet.
And if that is not my fate, then there,
Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth,
Shall be a-venged by the Warden, I shall
Most likely be be-headed for my undead curse.
O, look! methinks I see my cousin's ghost
Seeking out the Warden, that did split his head,
With an axe-stroke most fearful.
Stay, Tybalt, stay! Death is the rightful place,
For one who’s lifetime was thus spent,
Sending others back to it in turn.
If even weak-kneed Tybalt, who thus
Punished all who returned from the grave,
Now seeks second life, then why shouldn’t I?
At the very least, the risk is not too much!
Romeo, I come! This do I drink to thee.
[She drinks the concoction, and falls upon her bed, within the curtains]SCENE IV. Hall in Capulet's house.Enter LADY CAPULET and WARDENLADY CAPULET Hold, take these keys, and fetch more spices, Warden.
For they are sour, and known to repulse,
The wandering zombie who may wander,
Too close to our happy gathering.
WARDEN They call for dates and quinces in the pastry,
And bullets and rifles near the city’s walls.
LADY CAPULETSee that they have them both,
And each in turn. No attack,
Shall ruin Juliet’s near joining,
To Paris who waits nearby.
Enter CAPULETCAPULET Come, stir, stir, stir! the second c**k hath crow'd,
The curfew-bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock:
Look to the baked meats, good Angelica:
Spare not for the cost.
LADY CAPULETGo, you cot-queen, go,
Get you to bed; faith, You'll be sick to-morrow
For this night's watching.
CAPULET No, not a whit: what! I have watch'd ere now
All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick.
LADY CAPULET Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time;
But I will watch you from such watching now.
[Exeunt LADY CAPULET and WARDEN]CAPULET A jealous hood, a jealous hood!
[Enter three or four Apostles of the Witchdoctor, with spits, logs, and baskets]Now, fellow,
What's there?
First Servant Things for the cook, sir; but I know not what.
CAPULET Make haste, make haste.
Exit First ServantSirrah, fetch drier logs:
Call Peter, he will show thee where they are.
Second Servant I have a head, sir, that will find out logs,
And never trouble Peter for the matter.
ExitCAPULET Mass, and well said; a merry whoreson, ha!
Thou shalt be logger-head. Good faith, 'tis day:
The county will be here with music straight,
For so he said he would: I hear him near.
Music within
Warden! Wife! What, ho! What, Wife, I say!
Re-enter LADY CAPULETGo waken Juliet, go and trim her up;
I'll go and chat with Paris: hie, make haste,
Make haste; the bridegroom he is come already:
Make haste, I say.
[Exeunt]SCENE V. Juliet's chamber.Enter LADY CAPULETLADY CAPULET Mistress! what, mistress! Juliet! fast, I warrant her, she:
Why, lamb! why, darling! fie, you slug-a-bed!
Why, Voodoo Witchdoctor’s Assistant!
I say! madam! sweet-heart! why, bride!
What, not a word? you take your pennyworths now;
Sleep for eternity; for the next night, I warrant,
The County Paris hath set up his rest,
That you shall rest but little. God forgive me,
Marry, and amen, how sound is she asleep!
I must needs wake her. Get! Up! You! Stupid! Idiot!
Ay, let the county take you in your bed;
He's got loose morals, he’d probably do it.
He’ll fright you up, i' faith. Will it not be?
Undraws the curtainsJULIET Hallelujah, it’s a miracle!
LADY CAPULETWhat, dress'd! and in your clothes! and kneeling in prayer again!
I must needs feel your warmth; Aye, you radiate,
With the warmth of one who yet lives!
Lady! lady! lady!
Alas, alas! Help, help! my lady is not dead!
O, well-a-day, that ever I was born!
Some aqua vitae, ho! My lord! My lord!
Enter WARDENWARDENWhat noise is here?
LADY CAPULET O lamentable day!
WARDENWhat is the matter?
LADY CAPULETLook, look! O heavy day!
JULIETShush, you’ll interrupt my prayers,
That doth give thanks for life returned!
Hallelujah, I am restored! And,
Oh no~, Paris totally won’t want me now,
How awfuuuul~
WARDENO me, O me! My meal ticket, my only trump card,
Revive, look up and beg for brains, that sordid dish of death,
or I will fall to my knees with thee!
LADY CAPULETHelp, help! Call help!
Enter CAPULETCAPULET For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is come.
LADY CAPULET She is aliiiive, arisen, a miracle hath occurred; alack the day!
CAPULETAlack the day, she's risen, she's returned, she hath been granted
A miracle when it doth harm us most!
WARDEN Ha! let me see her: out, alas! she's warm:
Her blood is hot, and her joints are loose;
Life and these lips have long been parted,
Yet now have met again, through some devilry:
Death draws nowhere near her just, it seems,
when we had found a county who would appreciate her,
For all that she had become; The sweetest flower,
of all the fields of Elysium.
CAPULETO lamentable day!
LADY CAPULET O woful time!
WARDENCalm! Calm, lest the servants below mistake this house,
For one of two Lady Capulets, and no sires within.
Death, that took her hence, was what drew young Paris near:
So propriety says that, should she become dead once more,
Then nothing to the young count would seem amiss.
CAPULETSpeak not in riddles, Warden;
Doth thou suggest that this life, fresh returned,
We should take again by stroke of the axeblade?
WARDENI mean, I have an axe right here.
Would not it solve your problems hence?
LADY CAPULET Nay, Nay! This is a gift, bestowed by righteous powers,
And so should not be forsook so lightly.
And were Death to touch upon her now, still
The Witchdoctor would have to perform his ceremony again,
And the marriage delays many days hence!
WARDENWell, I don’t know then. Try, like,
Painting her up in zombie body paint?
CAPULET…
LADY CAPULET Send forth for paint at once! We shall,
Return this girl to her unholy state at once!
If not in flesh, then in acrylic!
Enter GRAVEDIGGER LAURENCE and PARIS, with MusiciansGRAVEDIGGER LAURENCE Come, is the bride ready to go to the church’s graveyard?
Scruffy only does ceremonies in graveyards, by the way.
It’s kind of a Gravedigger thing.
CAPULET Ready to go, but never to return.
O son! the night before thy wedding-day
Hath Life lain with thy wife. There she kneels,
Deflowered as she was by Death,
Now returned to a flower by him.
The Church is my son-in-law, prayer is my heir;
My daughter he hath wedded: I will die,
And leave the Church all; my life, my living, all is theirs.
PARIS Have I thought long to see this morning's face,
And doth it give me such a sight as this?
Where reside the rotted, fleshy bits,
The desire for brains that inexplicably,
I doth find so endearing?
WARDENNot exactly. See, we found out she only
Looks alive, and life will not linger long.
By ceremony’s end, surely the night will
Grasp fleeting warmth back from her skin,
And all shall be well.
GRAVEDIGGERUuuhhh…
LADY CAPULETO woe! O woful, lamentable, hateful day!
I cannot lie, before one who would be my son!
We know not if that is the truth,
And our beguiling cannot beguile a heart,
As pure and innocent as your own.
If you wish to have no more to do,
With this living puppet, then say it but so,
And we shall regret this day anon!
PARIS Ho, I am beguiled, divorced, wronged, spited, my hopes slain!
Yet, raise thyself Lady Capulet. Thou art,
As my own mother, and I see thy earnest soul.
Though she now lives, Juliet is but mortal;
And doth the jaunty Gravediggers not say,
In no uncertain terms, until death are we parted?
I pray, staunch thy tears, for I will yet marry,
The human Juliet. And when she dies,
Shall we be wed anew, and my wish finally granted.
Hey, it’s only what like, fifty? Sixty years?
I can wait that long. And then she’ll be my wife,
Foreeeeeevverrrr.
WARDENDude, you have issues.
GRAVEDIGGER LAURENCE Peace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure lives not
In these confusions. Heaven and yourself
Had part in this fair maid; now heaven hath all,
And all the better is it for the maid:
Your part in her you would trade to Paris,
But heaven takes his part as well,
And gives both pieces eternal life.
The most you sought was her, married off;
For 'twas your heaven she should be revived,
And when the Witchdoctor did so you found,
An undead relative was actually pretty underwhelming:
And weep ye now, seeing she is married
Above the clouds, to one as high as heaven itself?
O, in this love, you love your child so ill,
That you run mad, seeing that she is well:
She's not well married that forsakes her coven with Heaven,
To marry her flesh to another, ignoring that her soul is blessed.
Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary
On this fair nun; and, as the custom is,
In all her best array bear her to church:
For thou you lose the partnership of your houses,
Through her service with me, shall your family,
Be married to the Heavens themselves.
WARDENThe Witchdoctor had a stake in this.
I bet he’d be pretty pissed if you just handed her over,
To some creepy Gravedigger who worships this ‘Grey’ nonsense.
PARIS…I’m just saying, I would pay a lot of money as a dowry,
If we just went ahead and did the wedding thing instead.
CAPULETWell, I’m sold. Lady Capulet,
Go inside and tell everyone of the festivities!
We shall gather in the Graveyard, and there
Juliet shall be married by yon Gravedigger’s shovel!
Do not tary, the President is waiting!
JULIET Wait! No! Don’t I get a say in this?
Damn it!
[Exeunt CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, PARIS, JULIET, and GRAVEDIGGER LAURENCE]Enter EXECUTIONER PETERFirst Musician Faith, may we pick up our pipes, and be gone?
EXECUTIONER PETER Honest goodfellows, ay! Pick up, pick up;
For, well you know, this shall be a momentous occasion!
First Musician Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended.
WARDEN Musicians, O, musicians, ‘Imperial March; Darth Vader’s theme'.
O, an you will have me live, play ‘Imperial March.'
First Musician Why the Imperial Death March?
WARDENBecause I’m about to murder freaking,
Like, everyone at the wedding!
You can’t do something so deliciously evil,
And not have an awesome theme to accompany it!
First Musician No, no march shall we play;
'tis no time to play such tunes!
My loyalty lies with the Witchdoctor,
Who did revive us; for our band once sank,
On the Titanic’s foiled frame, and yet now
Rise again to spread joy through our music reborn.
WARDENYou will not, then?
EXECUTIONER PETERUh, guys, it seems like tempers are flaring-
First Musician No.
EXECUTIONER PETERPerhaps we could convince them to just turn a blind eye?
First MusicianNay, I will not ignore my lord's peril.
WARDEN I will then give it to you soundly.
First Musician What will you give us?
WARDENNo money, on my faith, but the axe;
I will give you nil for your loyalty’s pay,
But return to deep water’s bosom.
First Musician Then I will give you the rubbing,
To make my return fair! For I will not,
Unto Death with my honor so despoiled!
I am a serving-creature, but one who
Does not bite the hand that hath fed me!
[Draws Dagger]WARDENThen will I lay the serving-creature's dagger on
your pate. I will carry no crotchets: I'll re you,
I'll fa you; do you note me?
First Musician An should you re us and fa us sir, you’ll note us.
Second Musician Pray you, put up your axe! But if,
This course shall be run, we are with you sir.
First MusicianThank you for that. I shall die twice,
Knowing no better company exists,
Than that which I have shared with you.
EXECUTIONER PETERI am with you, Warden,
For little may we agree, but I am still
a member of our Witch Hunter's guild.
First MusicianSo you are, young Executioner.
WARDENEnough! Have at you, and shall
The music to accompany my triumph be
But the cries you utter in agony; aye,
Still it will serve!
[The two sides fight. Peter and The Warden slays the Band of the Titanic.] WARDENLook there Peter, beneath the window!
Already, the Witchdoctor does wait afore
The gate of the Graveyard: Look how he smiles,
And greets the President and his First Lady in!
Enjoys the graves, you grave grave-goers!
Soon shall you rest within, a grim fate for-ever.
For you friends of fiends, that Witchdoctor’s pals,
No mercy exists within this chest!
Only doom awaits!
[The WARDEN raises their hood to create a menacing silhouette]
[Exeunt] 
