Act 1, Scene 3:
Alfred in a flashback.
Alice: Hast thee no care for my father?
It hath been years since we heard from him.
We go there today.
Do thee listen?
Alfred: I see no reason for visiting him thou.
He is a farmer, a match too far for us,
The gentlemanly type.
Alice: Doth that make him any less of my father?
Alfred: Hast thou the dare to disagree with me?
We do not go there, and ‘tis my decision.
Alice: Come thee, lest I shall depare forever.
Alfred: I hast been threatened.
Alice: If thou say so.
Alfred: Is that bizarre old man being crowned thy father?
Alice: My eye cannot catch any old man being crowned.
Alfred: Look to thy south Alice.
Alice: Why, that is indeed my father!
Getting crowned is he?
Hath he become a king?
Alfred: Impossible that is.
For he is a farmer:
Do not get crowned farmers here in Greece.
Alice: Insulted him hath thee?
Alfred: We cannot simply derive,
And on a conclusion arrive.
Do not be grim, for I hast not insulted thy father.
Come, let us converse with him.
Alice: By making me gay,
So easily thou get away.
Alfred: Had I not sworn,
That I wilt keep thee gay till eternity?
That I shall be thy handlocked companion?
That thou use rights me for a carrier of solitary pollen?
Alice: Indeed you had sworn,
And my tongue twists with bliss,
To say that the word hath been kept.
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The Curse Of The Sphinx (Play)
FantasyIt was a question going on in Chris' mind for many days, but he finally asks his grandfather. "Why has the world become so cruel?" His grandfather begins a tale, a tale about why the Sphinx cursed, which bought vices to the people's minds.
