In the Years of the Ages Act 1 Scene 2

The selection is from my play 'In the Years of the Ages'. Please review in great detail the following selection, regarding form, movement, composition, style and writing skill set, with the emphasis on the writer's ability with imagination, language and development. the following selection is from Act 1 Scene 2, pages 15 through 19:

Father Raskhar: Do partnership make of you and darkness? To forfeit the glee once known to thee? -that did abide to pronounce thy image as fairest unequaled? I pray against it my lady.

Mother Laggett: No- what word is brought here in this entrance? (she notices her two nephews present) A heavier one it rather is to cast three couriers for tis purpose meaning.

Father Raskhar: A word too oft' simple for the telling; playing not the part of actions- only accomplice to them, yet stings thus the true pain of sorrow- for without the word, such the death cannot be known....A time of tribulation is beset upon thee, and thy fettering aches are soaked no greater depths with the contribution of this born saying...If by wrote or slogan speech whence the hand and tongue relay on equal ports of describe- the pain would be no further charged...I seek but to sway its enemy factions from thee.

Mother Laggett: As should two engross a valued time for a valueless inscription? What says you this? Two urchins' presence do guard the valleys and roots of thy communication- but hast trivial reports? There is no importance to it? Surely no Want it tends for me if its way's course weighs never to my concern- Come labourers...(she turns as do her maids and all begin to exit)

Mecir: Father! Strangle not to death the words meant for the knowing- before the submission is set, yet roves on the incessant, cowardly hall of a mind, pondering such the release of it, whil'st in this relative woman's leave, it slumbers ignorantly...A whispering mind suffocates beneath thy self-indecision...Truth must therein fortify all rightfulness; no matter the scaled measure for terrible resolve.

Father Raskhar: (turns in anger/rage) Pestilence poor child! Leave- by in my acute discretion. Of principal and duty, preserves not the perfect stance- if by jest these words clad rude armor, and starve all gentle dispositions. Hold where'st the foot would place itself...And permit a mind to tread as so the cautious foot- softly!

Mother Laggett: Father! (she turns) If the birth of it is so troubled bound- which plagues thy senses to be unfertile of response- some deformity must lay with it...Tell me now Father; for shadows are most of form than reality- and true substance is proved to be far sustained beyond thy difficult telling....Sorrow shall not build on thy word; but build it shall with all the tools and architecture in force, upon a vacant woman's ignorance of it! Oh test a valiant patience gripped in mine teased disposition, and foul a time unspared, as it soils away on me, and gives symptoms where thy hesitance is true thief of it all- then the loss is my gain and so increased in thy delay! Speak this purpose well in advance of concern.....Do not be a detriment counselor to my widow distress.

Father Raskhar: A barren robe shroud displaces me not from apprenticeship to a sorrowful matter-Tis, I bear the unbearable trade of appareled consort.

Mother Laggett: Tell mine ears for the chance of hearing a concrete word untold- as thy incapacity capitates mine receptive sense; tell me so father.

Father Raskhar: (hesitates/then speaks) A husband mate lies in final rest- upon this previous night shadow remains he, in a pre- destined catacomb tomb....and not to where his remains were firstly placed, but moved irreverent to the sepulcher in waiting...unto the vault of the peoples of the past.

Mother Laggett: That is all?- to pursue a lengthy travel for this? to multiply a sorrow beset on a widow vocation ( both Mecir and Aldercane look to each/stunned at the father's apparent deceit)

Father Raskhar: That thought is not of pattern of a monk's swirling perception- I am in a stormy mind dear fair lady; forgive the winds which reproach and stir an unkindly brew out of mine kindly discourse. Fear I, Agony's brutal surge sends a second edge to thy already pierced knowledge.....Absent on his resurrection, and alas, distorted peace- (door swings open/burly man enters in a rough manner)

Burly Man: A magistrate's fortune is this- to treasure wages earned as some varied income -that require a commissioned quota as these thrice accounts bring addition to work and profit for him....You should be the penalty for her innocence, of which she is not party to a crime- that makes her the eventual effect of- her burden is by thy name and has her so the guilty crew; a husband dead by that name-a Laggett plague indeed! come you on some callous reasoning, to offend her further, beyond the poor trademark of thy tragic name....You see her courts! They are abandoned thus! Laggett beings, discharge thy remnants elsewhere- to other plains, to where thy stench has no longer the trespass on us; and ascend away!

Mecir: Token values what our current presence gives- if be widow Laggett's choice insistence for our depart, then our leave is so executed.

Mother Laggett: Peace rendered thy presentation to me- peace.

Mecir: And Peace roams freely on the alleys, and fields of our kindred industry? Tis the moon and sun play in opposite fields, yet what strife arises by it? to incorporate the completion of a day....They buck with different character, and live so in rule of separate countenances- though never they refute that passage...There! when round it comes in the eve, in holding loyalty to a fraction of a full day, the moon sits reposed on night's pearl occasion; and what doeth sun do but leave for it- to contain a resident portion on the morrow's new fancy! As if a bargain were pre-arranged, that one would descend upon the other's increase, and back again. Here it fellow- one who contends on our spot discussion, in a mangled faith this kindred fold is not of unity- Our relative transaction is of this- in hand in hand, though of unlevel measures- are we like where the sun reconciles a moon's depart, in light; and moon shadows light till its fraction time imports a night again- all for the transaction of LIFE!- You would cease it? For with one, and in the absence of the other- it cannot be.....For what valued time is most? Eh? The first or last? Or does an answer sprawl some ill-residue which cannot respond.....I say the last and shall forever more. We come as three, in the night hours of thy mistress' mourning, lest dawn supplicates again, like a pre-mature birth, and steals a percentage of what it does not correctly own...Our time, in brief establishment, is that sister moon, and need not be cut away in value or proportion, nor length- by aggression of Sun's brother.(he looks stern at man behind them) The son's to her brother, are we, and shalt comfort her loss as ours.

Mother Laggett: Let us alone- that speak we of private matters, privately so. (she instructs this man servant- he leaves them alone to counsel)

Father Raskhar: Is wisdom in thy instruction- and discretion, a better thought for our event?

Mother Laggett: Worn am I, churchly Father, on this frequent deluge- at my point of disillusionment; whence a word is but a fragment of no meaning at all, but sticks at me as were the plundering of mine soul ,and thus leave me the empty soul I am...I sanction the suffering of every clot and pinted blood which surfaces and fastens the heart into discord- feeding me graver discord if thy persist on....It severs the product blood lines coldly from these two young lad's flow Father; of that you would be sure privy to...What is thy bidding? (he comes close/hesitates/ speaks for her private discourse)

Father Raskhar: My pain rents and leases refuge in this speech- would I not foreclose upon and evict its tragic forging otherwise, if adequate means were there to break it! And not spoken in such utterance if Truth were not so in my horrid sight oh lamb! Pray sister- for me not to be the prevailing vandal in all this- but thy son, in single heritage of name and valuable worth, upon entrance of thy husband's intended tomb, was struck by death's grizzly imagination and reality, converging in one preying move, to sow him away from this world unending- an evidence I dare not acclaim, for shame itself is my bidding force, for not obstructing his fall, and bringing forth pillars of cushion in his misfortunate end. (there is silence, disbelief/stunned/she retreats off in fevered disarray/wails as they attempt to control her outburst/she is enraged)

Mother Laggett: Oh Lights of two beacons! Residence of my residence! The whole content of my life! The whole of it indeed! Thou art sure it be of Sadutin? And of no other? Tell me thus the mistake is thine!

Father Raskhar: I fail! I cannot! Sadutin it was! (he begins to weep for her as she spills over her steps and weeps in hands/aids try to comfort her/the father bends to kiss her forehead) A desperate plea dear fairest woman- that do I make thee attend to! (she pays him no heed)

Mother Laggett: Were it the fate of the devil, which had their end!

Father Raskhar: Hush my lady! The world is full of ears! (she ponders further)

Mother Laggett: Tis crushed by a hurricane's throw, and looses me into a castaway's sea! If thy lights were forged in messenger of me- tis escaping both my receptor, for it is denied by the eternal scour bridge of Life and death(two more maidservants on hearing her weep/come to console her) Thought I, thine and me were inseparable thru the calendar life; even as space and time gave attempt to contradict its lasting consequence- though said I a wave owed to Hope still knots a course in our three Live's destination, plotted with fertile happiness, yet so revolt on its real duty to us and crash such weary mutiny and pain as this- Two are torn, and this wretched third is tried and tortured by shame, and fondled by utter disgrace!......Strike me away from all thy scourge decree- as it makes me lone subject to it- you bowel earth which so freely accepts the residue of my Love and Seed! Why did thy not Object? When Life teetered on them to the very brink! (she weeps further) Strike me away unto eternity fair, gifting my grief with one death's singing crow- as is my own! I wish for death- as they did not, but unduly received. Come; I dare it so!...Secure me away forever! (she breaks down completely/is led away be her servants/the three depart/begin travels elsewhere)

CONCLUSION OF ACT 1 SCENE 2


The selection provided is from Act 1 Scene 2, pages 15 through 19, of a play titled 'In the Years of the Ages'. In this selection, Father Raskhar speaks with Mother Laggett about a tragic event that has occurred. He is trying to convey a message to her, but she is unable to understand the gravity of the situation. The scene ends with the entrance of a burly man who seems to be threatening Mother Laggett.
In terms of form, the selection is a conversation between Father Raskhar and Mother Laggett. The conversation takes place in a single location, and there are no changes in setting or scene. The movement in the scene is minimal, with the characters standing or sitting in the same location throughout the conversation.

The composition of the scene is well-structured, with a clear beginning, middle, and end. The scene starts with Father Raskhar attempting to convey a message to Mother Laggett, which she struggles to comprehend. The middle of the scene is characterized by a heated exchange between Father Raskhar and Mother Laggett, with the former growing increasingly frustrated at the latter's inability to understand the severity of the situation. The scene ends with the abrupt entrance of a burly man who appears to be threatening Mother Laggett.

In terms of style and writing skill, the dialogue is well-crafted and engaging. The language used is poetic and lyrical, which adds to the dramatic tension of the scene. The use of metaphor and figurative language is prevalent throughout the scene, adding depth to the characters' emotions and motivations. The writer's ability to use language to evoke a sense of atmosphere and tension is evident in this scene.

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In conclusion, the selection provided is a well-crafted scene

The selection from Act 1 Scene 2 of "In the Years of the Ages" showcases a complex interaction between Father Raskhar, Mother Laggett, and her two nephews. The scene starts with Father Raskhar expressing concern to Mother Laggett that her partnership with darkness is causing her to forfeit the glee she once knew. Father Raskhar then reveals to Mother Laggett that her husband has died and has been moved to a different tomb. Mother Laggett is initially dismissive of the news, but her nephews are shocked at Father Raskhar's apparent deceit. A burly man enters and insults the Laggett family, leading to the decision for the Laggett beings to depart.

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