4chan - Shakespeare's Bane (A Plane In A Field) lyrics

ACT I SCENE I [enter CIA and three HENCHMAN, stage right. They wait.] [enter MASKETTA with three PRISONERS and PAVEL.] CIA: Doctor Pavel, good friend and true ally - CIA am I, an agent of truth Who shall deliver you thus to safety. MASKETTA: But hark, friend, for Pavel was not alone; This trio, haughty and rough, did we find In the company of your valued prize. CIA: Nay, art thou dim? These friends you shall not bring. PAVEL: Friends? These are no friends of mine, CIA. MASKETTA: These bounties you may claim freely, my friend, Though worthless they are not, for they are great Of danger and great of value – these men Do work for the fearful mercenary: The villain, the shadow, the great masked man. CIA: It is of Bane you speak – my one true prize? [MASKETTA nods.] CIA: Then go hence and get these bandits on board. ACT I SCENE II [enter CIA, the three PRISONERS and the three HENCHMEN.] CIA: What bring'st thou into my operation? [CIA pulls out a gun and a roll of parchment.] CIA: This flight plan, drafted in haste, makes note of Myself, my men, yet only one of you! [the HENCHMAN drag one of the PRISONERS downstage] CIA: He who shall divulge that which we must know Shall remain safe and unharmed here within – But he who covets silence above all Shall fly: out, out, and down towards the Earth. [to the first PRISONER] Tell me true – who is your sole financier? [CIA fires his gun off-stage. The HENCHMEN drag the PRISONER back upstage] CIA: This man's wings failed him in the last: pity him! Bring up the next victim of our dark scheme! [aside] And mayhaps this next man shall spill the truth, Or I am lost for a new idea! [the HENCHMEN drag the next PRISONER downstage] CIA: Tell me quick, of Bane and his evil plans! [pause] Loyal, this one – for a mercenary. [the third PRISONER speaks up] PRISONER: Or perchance he is puzzled that you might Discharge shot and flame into a man's head Before ejecting him whence from this plane. CIA: At last – your tongue seems open and willing! Tell me, my prisoner, what is thy name? PRISONER: Thou would'st not have given thought to me, true, Had I not adopted this maskéd guise. [CIA takes off the PRISONER'S hood. This is Bane.] BANE: Identity is lost, words matter not: Of sole importance is our final plan. CIA: If I take this off, render you maskless – Will your life be forfeit? Will you thus die? BANE: The searing pain should be too much to bear… CIA: But great of stature and strength, art thou not? BANE: …Forsooth, though I mark the pain to be yours. CIA: And to become my prisoner, my prize: Was this some sordid scheme hatched in your head? BANE: There is no doubt of this, for we strove to Learn that which Doctor Pavel had told you. PAVEL: My prattling tongue was stilled in fear of you, O great and terrible master of fear! CIA: And here you stand, Bane, captured and helpless: What steps shall you now take, in this great and So terrible plan you have enacted? BANE: I think you have guessed it, my poor doomed foe, For next, by wit and power, I shall thus Conclude my great plot, devilish and fearful, By crashing this play… with no survivors!