Here is my attempt of creating my own dramatic scene using three of Shakespeare’s plays. I used Richard the III, Macbeth and King Lear. I have read both Macbeth and King Lear before but never have I read Richard the III and from my skimming, I am tempted to read this play. Anyways, here is my play’s dramatic scene:
Lord John is jealous of his neighbour Frederic and his wife hates Frederic just because her husband does, so she kills him. When she tells John what she did, he turns on her. It turns out that though he hates Frederic and spoke of killing him, he would never really do it.
If ever he have child, abortive be it,
Prodigious, and untimely brought to light,
Whose ugly and unnatural aspect
May fright the hopeful mother at the view,
And that be heir to his unhappiness.
But goes thy heart with this?
And I another
So weary with disasters, tugged with fortune,
That I would set my life on any chance,
To mend it or be rid on ’t.
Every minute of his being thrusts
Against my near’st of life. And though I could
With barefaced power sweep him from my sight
And bid my will avouch it, yet I must not,
For certain friends that are both his and mine,
Whose loves I may not drop, but wail his fall
Who I myself struck down. And thence it is,
That I to your assistance do make love,
Masking the business from the common eye
For sundry weighty reasons.
He’s a good fellow, I can tell you that.
He’ll strike, and quickly too. He’s dead and rotten.
See thyself, devil!
Proper deformity shows not in the fiend
So horrid as in woman.
Thou changèd and self-covered thing, for shame!
Bemonster not thy feature. Were ’t my fitness
To let these hands obey my blood,
They are apt enough to dislocate and tear
Thy flesh and bones. Howe’er thou art a fiend,
A woman’s shape doth shield thee.
Alack, poor gentleman!
Naught’s had, all’s spent,
Where our desire is got without content.
‘Tis safer to be that which we destroy
Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.