*This is a script poem* Description : A husband and wife argue over past events, before this argument the husband let slip he cheated and his wife went insane and burned the ‘wench’ that took her love. With sanity now exhumed this argument takes place.

Key: (F) Female

(M) Male
(N) Narrator

(N) A shriek
(F) Burn in hell my dear, my love!
(M)
Can we not work this out?
Pray calm my dove, my turtle dove!

(F)
No more talking now it’s done!
She’s gone my love!
Did you have your fun?
(M)
My dear how horrid to ask!
That frown,
Your smile is but a mask!

(F)
It hides my pain
(M)
But now you’re lost…
(F)
No! Not in vain!!
(M)
She will not bother you any longer…
(F)
No pray now!
Now I grow much stronger!!

(M)
Where does the body lay?
(F)
Oh in the forest,
Anything more to say?

(M)
No my dear
You are frightening
(M)
For her you shed but a tear…
(F)
Scorned as love does kill, my pet
(M)
But why…?
Why one you just met?

(F)
She took love from me
A fool’s quest
Now dire and lonely
(M)
So kill her, you may?!
(F) Oh yes my love
On this very day…

(M) Oh the pity, but who now?
Why that smile?
My love where for art thou?
(F) Silence is all I ask…
Silence my love
Now say goodbye to your own mask.

(N) A lesson to thee…
For all you children,
Stupidity is but the ultimate fee
And so, with this now past
I pray you quiet…
Now quiet at last…