loquiturPronunciation: /ˈlɒkwɪtə/
(abbreviation: loq.)
verb
(He or she) speaks (with the speaker’s name following, as a stage direction or to inform the reader).
Origin
Latin, from loqui 'talk, speak'.
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CASTLE BATTLEMENT - DAWN
At Rise:
(Figures enter through battlement door, dressed for cold weather.)
Yon and hither willst thou go, my fine fellow. (THE KING, entering stage left.)
Nay, sire, say it is not so. I am happy in court and loath would part. (SIR JOHN, following in behind the king.)
The quest is of little value, as I see it. Dragons have disappeared from the realm, lo these many centuries. They are sure to be extinct. (SIR JOHN in a pleading voice, higher than his usual soprano.)
Of little value, perhaps, but the princess wants a dragon's scale, one still shiny and glistening. None of the old ones in the keep please her. She refuses to marry without one for her wedding tiara. (THE KING, facing away, looking beyond the crenelations of the castle wall.)
Love her as I do, (
and perhaps fear her a little, too, he muttered to himself), I must send you forth, Sir John. Where all others have failed, you will succeed. (clapping Sir John on the shoulder and gripping tightly afterwards, making Sir John wince.)
(SIR JOHN slumping in the king's grip, realizing further argument was fruitless. He could see the
loquitur in the script of his life. He clearly saw his youth passing quickly into old age as he searched the continent for a living dragon.)
Aye, sire. Yet I would beg that I might share my journey with not only my page, but a small detachment of stout companions. (SIR JOHN had a proclivity for pudgy men, as it were. He would not miss the imperious and grating voice of the princess, truth be told.)
[Apologies for weak adherence to standard screenplay conventions.]
Words are a game. Sometimes I play alone, but you are welcome to play, too.