142 ACTING ANTHOLOGY LEVEL TWO - SOLO 143
Chocolate Heaven King John
NICOLE is on a dinner date with Kris, a doctor she recently From Act 4 Scene 1. Young Prince ARTHUR is King John's
met in her local hospital. Nicole is very talkative and energetic. nephew. He is considered by many, including his mother
One might even describe her as hyperactive. This might have Constance and King Philip of France, to be the rightful heir to
something to do with her chocolate addiction. the English throne. John has had Arthur imprisoned by Hubert
de Burgh and has ordered his henchman to bum out Arthur's
NICOLE: Well! I never get to twelve o'clock without having at eyes before putting him to death. However, Arthur uses the
least two or three pieces of chocolate. I can't get past noon friendship he has forged with his gaoler to plead for his life. The
without a bite. I'd rather die without it, I would. Even just thinking scene takes place in a castle in England.
about it makes my heart race. I think my favourite is chocolate
with a strawberry or raspberry filling, or caramel with a nut, or ARTHUR:
Turkish delight. Have you ever tried chocolate mousse? The Must you with hot irons burn out both mine eyes?
best is the kind with tens of thousands of air bubbles running Have you the heart? When your head did but ache,
through it. Oh, it's to die for... or chocolate fondue? You melt I knit my handkercher about your brows, -
the chocolate in a bowl, skewer pink and white marshmallows The best I had, a princess wrought it me, -
on a cocktail stick and dip into the warm, melted chocolate... And I did never ask it you again;
ohhhh, bliss! And with my hand at midnight held your head,
And like the watchful minutes to the hour,
Chocolate Advent calendars used to frustrate me. All that Still and anon cheer'd up the heavy time,
chocolate! But we were only ever allowed one a day on the run Saying, 'What lack you?' and, 'Where lies your grief?'
up to Christmas when we were little. Or, 'What good love may I perform for you?'
Many a poor man's son would have lain still,
If you put Father Christmas and the Easter Bunny in a boxing
And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you;
ring, my money would have to be on the bunny. That rabbit
But you at your sick-service had a prince.
would knock Santa clean-cut from Christmas to Easter. Am I
Nay, you may think my love was crafty love,
right? ... Easter eggs! Chocolate eggs to be eaten on Easter
And call it cunning: do an if you will.
Day; so that would almost make eating chocolate a religious
If heaven be pleas'd that you must use me ill,
or spiritual experience, I'd say. Who thought that one up?
Why then you must. Will you put out mine eyes?
Whoever you are, I salute you. If I ever found myself in Willy
These eyes that never did nor never shall
Wonka's gigantic, fantastic Chocolate Factory, I'd be Augustus
So much as frown on you?
Gloop, the kid the size of a hippopotamus who landed in the
Ah! none but in this iron age would do it!
chocolate river. I bet you're glad I don't resemble him, huh?!
The iron of itself, though heat red-hot,
Oh, but listen to me go on, and on. What about you? Tell me a
Approaching near these eyes, would drink my tears
bit about yourself. Just one moment...
And quench this fiery indignation
... are you finishing that dessert? Even in the matter of mine innocence;
Nay, after that, consume away in rust,
by Sharon McCoy But for containing fire to harm mine eye.
Are you more stubborn-hard than hammer'd iron?
