<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSvCmjwtqp1zLousJDFK_oKiGOThjWoDZLO5nB8YLOq6psywVxc5Q)</div><br/>Henry shuffles onstage with a tentative, almost timid air. In one hand he carries a sword, its blade red and wet with liquid, and he frequently stops to look around and behind him as if expecting pursuit. When he stops midstage, his manner changes to one of relief mixed with tension.<br/><br/>"It is done. At long last, he is dead by my hand. So many years have I waited for this moment...and yet. And yet if his spirit were to haunt me this night, I fear I might yet go mad..."<br/><br/>...<br/><br/>Several long, silent seconds pass. Henry's face twitches, flickers of confusion showing through his mask of restrained fear. Under his breath, only audible to those of the audience with superior hearing, he hisses,<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;">"I said - if his spirit were to haunt me this night, I fear I might yet go mad..."</span><br/><br/>Another silent pause, with the cold judgement of the audience's gaze on him. Now visibly frustrated, he pitches his voice lower. "Oh, my son, why have you slain me so? I who showed you nothing but my love and care, repaid with death."<br/><br/>"No! It cannot be! I am imagining things! He is gone, never to trouble me again. No shade nor spirit seeks to bedevil my rest, I am certain!"<br/><br/>The over-extended silence that follows would be almost comical if it wasn't too awkward to disrupt. Now Henry's composure breaks entirely, growling to himself again.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;">"What is the matter with you? Play your part, you lug-witted lab accident!"</span><br/><br/>His voice changes this time, a brutish and near-feral throatiness to its timbre. "You told me to shut up. I'm shutting up."<br/><br/>Behind his curious spectacles, Henry's visible eye bulges in fury. Giving an inarticulate scream of fury, he snaps the obviously-fake sword over one knee, throws both parts onto the floor, and storms offstage in a rage without another word directed at the audience. Again, only those with superlative hearing catch one last muttered comment.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 4pt;">"Don't act like this is my fault. I wanted ogres..."</span>