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Later. Dark. MICHAEL is almost asleep, HANNA awake.
HANNA
You never tell me what you’ve been
studying.
MICHAEL
Studying?
HANNA
At school. Do you learn languages?
MICHAEL
Yes.
HANNA
What languages?
MICHAEL
Latin.
HANNA
Say something in Latin.
MICHAEL
Oh...
MICHAEL thinks a moment.
MICHAEL
Quo, quo scelesti ruitis? Aut cur
dexteris aptantur enses conditi?
MICHAEL smiles slightly.
MICHAEL
It’s Horace.
HANNA
It’s wonderful.
MICHAEL
Do you want some Greek?
MICHAEL grins, pleased to be able to do something. He goes and gets his satchel. HANNA turns on a light.
MICHAEL
Oi men ippeon stroton oi de pesedon
oi da naon phais epi gan malainan
emmenai kalliston, ego de ken otto
tis eratai.
HANNA
It’s beautiful.
MICHAEL
How can you tell? How do you know
when you’ve no idea what it means?
HANNA looks at him a moment.
HANNA
What about in German?
MICHAEL
In German?
HANNA
Do you have anything?
MICHAEL
Well, I’m writing an essay. It’s
about a play. By a writer called
Gotthold Ephraim Lessing. Perhaps
you’ve heard of him?
HANNA makes no reaction.
MICHAEL
HANNA
Have you got it?
MICHAEL reaches down to the satchel and pulls out a book.
MICHAEL
Here. You can read it.
HANNA
I’d rather listen to you.
There is a silence as MICHAEL absorbs the idea.
MICHAEL
All right. I’m not very good.
MICHAEL grins, embarrassed, then opens the book.
MICHAEL
Act One. Scene One. The setting :
one of the prince’s chambers.
Prince - ”Complaints, nothing but
complaints, petitions, nothing but
petitions. For goodness’ sake, just
imagine that people actually envy
us.”