| [C.Tenheim:] Enjoining the evening? | |
| [Scoria:] Count Tenheim. I Presume? | |
| [C.Tenheim:] At your service my lord...? | |
| [Scoria:] You may call me Scoria. I've been watching you dance with young baroness Prudence, such | |
| A...lovely creature | |
| [C.Tenheim:] Yes, unfortunately her loveliness is owned by someone rude enough not to even appear | |
| With her. Even in such pleasant masquerades as tonight. | |
| [Scoria:] Well some do not simply have the proper out bringing to attend this kind of pleasures | |
| [C.Tenheim:] Apparently so, lord Scoria. it may be the spanish way to raise sails and let the beauty | |
| Wither ashore. | |
| [Scoria:] Look at her amongst all this joy, mourning and sighing. Wouldn't you like to set those sad | |
| Longing eyes aflame again? To have her and afterwards kiss that swanlike neck goodnight? | |
| [C.Tenheim:] I...I Beg your pardon, my lord | |
| [Scoria:] Do not insult me with petty morality, dear count. I know exactly how desperately you thirst | |
| After her. With how much anguish you envy that halfbreed Antracon for owning her loyalty. | |
| [C.Tenheim:] If only I could open her eyes from that blindness. | |
| [Scoria:] I think we have a way to remedy that. | |
| [C.Tenheim:] Dear sir. are you suggesting that I would do the dirty deed of yours... of god only | |
| Knows what intentions? | |
| [Scoria:] My intentions. Are merely of setting her free of that endless longing. I'm not asking you | |
| To do anything, but to follow your own desires. Few words from a loyal servant of your's will do. | |
| [C.Tenheim:] Few words. From my servant? | |
| [Scoria:] Just a word placed in the ear of Antracon's crew. He's ship, "Providence", is due to | |
| Southampton within few weeks. When it arrives we can perhaps put one of your servants on the | |
| Payroll all we need is few words, like count Tenheim has... | |
| [II) FALSE TIDINGS] | |
| [Lawes:]...Slept with young baroness Prudence. | |
| [Hickson:] Aye! You watch your mouth gadgie. I can't believe it out off her | |
| [Lawes:] That's the bleeding bloody honest truth. By god. Mind you. She is the bleeding fiance of the | |
| Owner of this ship and all. Didn't stop the mockers or banging her sheets with sir tenheim now did | |
| It? No no... | |
| [Hickson:] Bloody hell...young sir Antracon ain't gonna be at all happy when he'll hear about it... | |
| [III) AT THE INN] | |
| [Antracon:]...I just can not believe it | |
| [Hickson:] Well that's what I heard. And the gadgie works for the count and all. Well, we better be | |
| Off to London sir. If we are going to be there in decent time. | |
| [Antracon:] No...Hickson wait...I am going to stay here at the inn for a while. Would you arrange a | |
| Room for me? | |
| [Hickson:] You're sure sir? Ah mean. Right, you never kin with this stuff. Never kin with the ladies, | |
| Tell you that for nothing sir. | |
| [Antracon:] No...she deserved something better... It's all my doing. Being away and low breed. All my | |
| Doing... |
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