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Act 1, Scene 2, pp. 471-473
([Palace of King Vasily of Poland.] Enter, on one side, Aistulf in the company of Soldiers, and on the other side, Stella with her Ladies-in-waiting. Music plays in the background.)
Damn, girl. You’re looking perfect right now, like God took his time making you.
If I’m supposed to pay more attention to your actions rather than your stupid compliments, you’re not doing a very good job convincing me.
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And, bringing these Soldiers here with you is not helping your case. You can’t just say nice things to flatter me without actually doing nice things. You’re being forceful and manipulative.
You’re being misled, Stella. My compliments are genuine. I’m begging you to listen. Hear me out before you judge my true intentions.
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Clorilyn, your mom who has superiority over me, who is now at peace, was the oldest, and you’re her daughter.
Then came my mom and your aunt, the wonderful Grethissunda, God bless her. She married the Duke of Muscovy and had me.
Now here’s the problem, my girl: Vasily, who’s already close to dying, and who was always more worried about school than getting play, who has no children and no wife, but both me and you want to sit on the throne of this country.
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Your reasoning is that you’re the daughter of the oldest sister, and even though my mom is the younger one, I’m a man, so I should automatically be chosen instead of you.
I know we’ve both talked to our uncle about what we want, and his response was that he wanted us to squash our beef, so we agreed to sort it out here today.
Because I want this thrown, I came all this way from my hometown of Muscovy. I didn’t come here ready to fight with you, but obviously that’s what you came to do.
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I pray that God please give us a normal outcome today and end this crap by making you Queen alongside me. That way you can have what you want, to be crowned by our uncle, and married to me.
I’ll fix that…but I can’t right now. I hear all the clanking metal so I think Vasily and his men are coming.
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(Flourish. Enter King Vasily of Poland-an old man-and his Attendants.)
Wise one,
Genius one,
who rules today
who lives today
by the constellations
by the stars
and charts
and signs and measurements
their roads,
their paths,
let me, with deep love,
let me, with warm hugs,
be the wind beneath your wings.
pray at your feet.
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Aw, my sweet niece and nephew, give me a hug. Since you both came here like you know I wanted you to, with loving words, please know that I won’t let you leave disappointed. You’ll be treated equally.
Now I’m gonna tell you something that has been a heavy secret of mine for years, and I don’t want you to say anything, because even the topic of this secret will shock you.
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I should have known of the hard times ahead of me. Even success is a gun, and sometimes the more you learn, the more isolating and deadly life is.
I’m telling you this secret honestly, myself, though what I do will speak for me more than my words are. Again, please don’t speak even though I know this will blow you away.
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You guys know–and please pay close attention to what I say, my precious niece and nephew, amazing court of Poland, confidants, relatives, friends
–you know that my intelligence has earned me the nickname of Learned in several’s opinion; the smartest and most talented people in the world call me the great Vasily.
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Your offer sounds very sweet. I’d be happy to share the kingdom with you. But there’s one thing that’s not really swaying me. You’re wearing a locket and I’m sure there’s a picture of someone else in it.
You are also well aware that I’m particularly gifted and trained in astrology. I thank the stars for letting me see the future. All those books and globes and tapestries really hogged my attention. They’re the tellings of our actions and fate, good and bad. I read these books so easily, and I follow their movements in the stars
When Eustorgius the Third, King of Poland, died, he left Vasily as his heir, and his two daughters who are our moms. I won’t explain the boring details.