The Tragedy of Rarity and Fluttershy

[Note: The Capulets are the “Graces” and the Montagues  are the “Belles”. Also keep in mind that any relationships between characters existing in the show do not exist in this story]

ACT IPROLOGUE

Two households, both alike in dignity,

In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,

From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,

Where civil blood makes civil hoofs unclean.

From forth the fatal loins of these two foes

A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;

Whose misadventured piteous overthrows

Do with their death bury their parents' strife.

The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,

And the continuance of their parents' rage,

Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,

Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;

The which if you with patient ears attend,

What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.

SCENE I. Verona. A public place.

Enter Pinkie and Applejack, of the house of Grace, armed with swords and bucklers

Pinkie

Applejack, o' my word, we'll not carry coals.

Applejack

No, for then we should be colliers.

Pinkie

I mean, an we be in choler, we'll draw.

Applejack

Ay, while you live, draw your neck out o' the collar.

Pinkie

I strike quickly, being moved.

Applejack

But thou art not quickly moved to strike.

Pinkie

A dog of the house of Belle moves me.

Applejack

To move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand:

therefore, if thou art moved, thou runn'st away.

Pinkie

A dog of that house shall move me to stand: I will

take the wall of any colt or mare of Belle's.

Applejack

That shows thee a weak slave; for the weakest goes

to the wall.

Pinkie

True; and therefore mares, being the weaker vessels,

are ever thrust to the wall: therefore I will push

Belle's colts from the wall, and thrust his maids

to the wall.

Applejack

The quarrel is between our masters and us their mares.

Pinkie

'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: when I

have fought with the colts, I will be cruel with the

maids, and cut off their heads.

Applejack

The heads of the maids?

Pinkie

Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads;

take it in what sense thou wilt.

Applejack

They must take it in sense that feel it.

Pinkie

Me they shall feel while I am able to stand: and

'tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh.

Applejack

'Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou

hadst been poor.. Draw thy tool! here comes

two of the house of the Belles.

Pinkie

My naked weapon is out: quarrel, I will back thee.

Applejack

How! turn thy back and run?

Pinkie

Fear me not.

Applejack

No, marry; I fear thee!

Pinkie

Let us take the law of our sides; let them begin.

Applejack

I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as

they list.

Pinkie

Nay, as they dare. I will bite my hoof at them;

which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.

Enter Trixie and Twilight

Trixie

Do you bite your hoof at us, ma’am?

Pinkie

I do bite my hoof.

Trixie

Do you bite your hoof at us?

Pinkie

[Aside to Applejack] Is the law of our side, if I say

ay?

Applejack

No.

Pinkie

No, ma’am, I do not bite my hoof at you, but I

do bite my hoof.

Applejack

Do you quarrel, ma’am?

Trixie

Quarrel! no, ma’am.

Pinkie

If you do, I am for you: I serve as good a mare as you.

Trixie

No better.

Pinkie

Well, ma’am.

Applejack

Say 'better:' here comes one of my master's kinsmen.

Pinkie

Yes, better.

Trixie

You lie.

Pinkie

Draw, if you be brave. Applejack, remember thy swashing blow.

They fight

Enter Sweetie

Sweetie

Part, fools!

Put up your swords; you know not what you do.

Beats down their swords

Enter Gilda

Gilda

What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?

Turn thee, Sweetie, look upon thy death.

Sweetie

I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword,

Or manage it to part these mares with me.

Gilda

What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word,

As I hate hell, all Belles, and thee:

Have at thee, coward!

They fight

Enter, several of both houses, who join the fray; then enter Citizens, with clubs

First Citizen

Clubs, bills, and partisans! strike! beat them down!

Down with the Graces! down with the Belles!

Enter Lord Grace in his gown, and Lady Grace

Lord Grace

What noise is this? Give me my long sword, ho!

Lady Grace

A crutch, a crutch! why call you for a sword?

Lord Grace

My sword, I say! Old Belle is come,

And flourishes his blade in spite of me.

Enter Lord Belle and Lady Belle

Lord Belle

Thou villain Grace,--Hold me not, let me go.

Lady Belle

Thou shalt not stir a hoof to seek a foe.

Enter Shining Armor, with Attendants

Shining Armor

Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,

Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,--

Will they not hear? What, ho! you colts, you beasts,

That quench the fire of your pernicious rage

With purple fountains issuing from your veins,

On pain of torture, from those bloody hoofs

Throw your weapons to the ground,

And hear the sentence of your moved prince.

Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word,

By thee, old Grace, and Belle,

Have thrice disturbed the quiet of our streets,

And made Verona's ancient citizens

Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments,

To wield old partisans, in hoofs as old,

Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate:

If ever you disturb our streets again,

Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.

For this time, all the rest depart away:

You Lord Grace; shall go along with me:

And, Belle, come you this afternoon,

To know our further pleasure in this case,

To old Free-town, our common judgment-place.

Once more, on pain of death, all colts depart.

Exeunt all but Lord Belle, Lady Belle, and Sweetie

Belle

Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach?

Speak, niece, were you by when it began?

Sweetie

Here were the servants of your adversary,

And yours, close fighting ere I did approach:

I drew to part them: in the instant came

The fiery Gilda, with her sword prepared,

Which, as she breathed defiance to my ears,

He swung about her head and cut the winds,

Who nothing hurt withal hiss'd her in scorn:

While we were interchanging thrusts and blows,

Came more and more and fought on part and part,

Till the princess came, who parted either part.

Lady Belle

O, where is Rarity? saw you her today?

Right glad I am she was not at this fray.

Sweetie

Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun

Peer'd forth the golden window of the east,

A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad;

Where, underneath the grove of sycamore

That westward rooteth from the city's side,

So early walking did I see your daughter:

Towards her I made, but she was aware of me

And stole into the covert of the wood:

I, measuring her affections by my own,

That most are busied when they're most alone,

Pursued my humour not pursuing hers,

And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me.

Belle

Many a morning hath she there been seen,

With tears augmenting the fresh morning dew.

Adding to clouds more clouds with her deep sighs;

But all so soon as the all-cheering sun

Should in the furthest east begin to draw

The shady curtains from Aurora's bed,

Away from the light steals home my heavy daughter,

And private in her chamber pens herself,

Shuts up her windows, locks far daylight out

And makes herself an artificial night:

Black and portentous must this humour prove,

Unless good counsel may the cause remove.

Sweetie

My noble uncle, do you know the cause?

Belle

I neither know it nor can learn of her.

Sweetie

Have you importuned her by any means?

Belle

Both by myself and other friends:

But she, her own affections' counsellor,

Is to herself--I will not say how true--

But to herself so secret and so close,

So far from sounding and discovery,

As is the bud bit with an envious worm,

Ere she can spread his sweet leaves to the air,

Or dedicate her beauty to the sun.

Could we but learn from whence her sorrows grow.

We would as willingly give cure as know.

Enter Rarity

Sweetie

See, where she comes: so please you, step aside;

I'll know her grievance, or be much denied.

Belle

I would thou wert so happy by thy stay,

To hear true shrift. Come, madam, let's away.

Exeunt Lord Belle and Lady Belle

Sweetie

Good-morrow, cousin.

Rarity

Is the day so young?

Sweetie

But new struck nine.

Rarity

Ay me! sad hours seem long.

Was that my father that went hence so fast?

Sweetie

It was. What sadness lengthens Rarity's hours?

Rarity

Not having that, which, having, makes them short.

Sweetie

In love?

Rarity

Out--

Sweetie

Of love?

Rarity

Out of her favour, where I am in love.

Sweetie

Alas, that love, so gentle in her view,

Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!

Rarity

Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still,

Should, without eyes, see pathways to her will!

Where shall we dine? O me! What fray was here?

Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.

Here's much to do with hate, but more with love.

Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate!

O any thing, of nothing first create!

O heavy lightness! serious vanity!

Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms!

Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire,

sick health!

Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!

This love feel I, that feel no love in this.

Dost thou not laugh?

Sweetie

No, coz, I rather weep.

Rarity

Good heart, at what?

Sweetie

At thy good heart's oppression.

Rarity

Why, such is love's transgression.

Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my chest,

Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest

With more of thine: this love that thou hast shown

Doth add more grief to too much of mine own.

Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs;

Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;

Being vex'd a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears:

What is it else? a madness most discreet,

A choking gall and a preserving sweet.

Farewell, my coz.

Sweetie

Soft! I will go along;

An if you leave me so, you do me wrong.

Rarity

Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here;

This is not Rarity, she's some other where.

Sweetie

Tell me in sadness, who is that you love.

Rarity

What, shall I groan and tell thee?

Sweetie

Groan! why, no.

But sadly tell me who.

Rarity

Bid a sick mare in sadness make her will:

Ah, word ill urged to one that is so ill!

In sadness, cousin, I do love a colt..

Sweetie

I aim'd so near, when I supposed you loved.

Rarity

A right good mark-man! And he's fair I love.

Sweetie

A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.

Rarity

Well, in that hit you miss: she'll not be hit

With Cupid's arrow; he hath Dian's wit;

And, in strong proof of chastity well armed,

From love's weak childish bow she lives unarmed

He will not stay the siege of loving terms,

Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes,

Nor ope his lap to saint-seducing gold:

O, she is rich in beauty, only poor,

That when he dies with beauty dies he store.

Sweetie

Then he hath sworn that he will still live chaste?

Rarity

He hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste,

For beauty starved with him severity

Cuts beauty off from all posterity.

He is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair,

To merit bliss by making me despair:

He hath forsworn to love, and in that vow

Do I live dead that live to tell it now.

Sweetie

Be ruled by me, forget to think of him.

Rarity

O, teach me how I should forget to think.

Sweetie

By giving liberty unto thine eyes;

Examine other beauties.

Rarity

'Tis the way

To call his exquisite, in question more:

These happy masks that kiss strong men' brows

Being black put us in mind they hide the fair;

He that is strucken blind cannot forget

The precious treasure of his eyesight lost:

Show me a sir that is passing fair,

What doth his beauty serve, but as a note

Where I may read who pass'd that passing fair?

Farewell: thou canst not teach me to forget.

Sweetie

I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt.

Exeunt