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CYMBELINE, Imogen Act 3, Scene 6

I see a man’s life is a tedious one;
I have tir’d myself, and for two nights together
Have made the ground my bed; I should be sick
But that my resolution helps me. Milford,
When from the mountain-top Pisanio show’d thee,
Thou wast within a ken. O Jove! I think
Foundations fly the wretched; such, I mean,
Where they should be reliev’d. Two beggars told me
I could not miss my way; will poor folks lie,
That have afflictions on them, knowing ’tis
A punishment or trial? Yes; no wonder,
When rich ones scarce tell true. To lapse in fulness
Is sorer than to lie for need, and falsehood
Is worse in kings than beggars. My dear lord!
Thou art one o’ the false ones. Now I think on thee,
My hunger’s gone, but even before I was
At point to sink for food. But what is this?
Here is a path to ‘t; ’tis some savage hold;
I were best not call, I dare not call, yet famine,
Ere clean it o’erthrow nature, makes it valiant.
Plenty and peace breeds cowards, hardness ever
Of hardiness is mother. Ho! Who’s here?
If any thing that’s civil, speak; if savage,
Take or lend. Ho! No answer? Then I’ll enter.
Best draw my sword; and if mine enemy
But fear the sword like me, he’ll scarcely look on ‘t.
Such a foe, good heavens!

IMMACULATE, Rebecca

Rebecca: (all garbled at an incredible rate) Hi … Look, there’s something I have to say.  I probably should have told you earlier, but I didn’t know if it was going anywhere but now I think it is, or thought it was, but now you’re pregnant, so I probably shouldn’t tell you anyway ‘cause stress is bad for the baby, not that you’re keeping it, right? God, you’re huge, are those my boots … ?

Look … Michael and I are together…

We’re a couple, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I didn’t plan it, I was out and saw Michael and said hello and we got talking and it came out that he’d always quite fancied me but couldn’t do anything about it obviously ‘cause we were best mates and I said I quite fancied him too, which was why I was sometimes a bit of a bitch towards him because I think subconsciously I fancied him and I always used to talk to Ed about him, and that’s why Ed never wanted to come out with us in a foursome because he thought I fancied Michael which I didn’t, or didn’t think I did, but turns out I did, because I fancy him now, anyway, we weren’t going to do anything because you two had just broken up and I knew how pissed off you’d be but then we said, well, maybe we should just have a kiss, while we’re both single then, just to get it out of our systems, so we had a kiss, and then the kiss carried on, and things and things and we ended up having sex, which I’m not proud of but it was good, but it was bad because the condom broke and I had to get the morning after pull, which was fucking awful and I was terrified ‘cause I thought I was gonna have a baby, and you know how much I fucking hate babies ‘cause of that dream I have with all the babies that have mu mum and dad’s faces who shit and piss and cry and I can’t stop them!  And also the pill made me feel really ill, and that was the day we were supposed to go to Bluewater to try and find some shoes to go with that brown skirt you got from Hennes and I said I couldn’t come ;cause I was sick and you were pissed off and I wanted to tell you but I couldn’t and I felt really guilty, and I cried, and then I called Michael and told him and he was really good about it and made me feel better, and we had decided we weren’t going to see each other again, but I was crying on the phone so he came over and then he ended up staying the night again, but we didn’t have sex, we just cuddled and then it went from there.

But now you’re telling me you’re pregnant and you say that you haven’t had sex with anyone since Michael, which means he must be the father but you don’t want to tell me because I made such a fuss about what a fucker he was when he dumped you.  Which means you’re lying to me and he’s lying to me, and I’m lying to you, and you’re fucking him and I’m fucking him and he’s fucking you … and me … and I’m going to lose my best friend and my boyfriend, not that I call him my boyfriend but technically he is, and I’ll be helpless and hopeless and friendless and loveless and die old and alone with thread veins and bladder weakness and a houseful of cats…

BARGAINING by Kellie Powell

Hannah: Ryan, there’s something I have to tell you. (Pause.) I was born in 1931. I never lied to you, I am 23. But I’ve been 23 since the year 1954.
I know, I know. It’s impossible, right? No one lives forever? But, sometimes they do. In 1953, I got married. A few weeks after the wedding, I suddenly fell ill. My husband took me to a hospital. I was there for almost a week. I was in so much pain. And no one could say for sure what was wrong. One night, in the hospital, a stranger came to see me. He told me, “Janie, you’re going to die tomorrow.” That was my name then, the name I was born with.
This man, the stranger, he offered me a chance to live forever. He said, “You can die tomorrow, or you can live forever. Stay young forever.” Well, of course my first thought was, the devil has come to tempt me. He wasn’t the devil. And of course, I don’t believe in the devil anymore. There are powerful beings on this earth, but man created Satan. And God, for that matter. My point is, this man offered me a chance to live. And I took it.
I will live forever. I will never age. I cannot be harmed, not physically. I can’t be hurt by bullets, or knives, or fire, or even explosions. I can’t be hurt by diseases – in fact, I can’t even catch a cold.
When my husband was 45, he died in a car accident. At his funeral, the stranger came to see me again. He asked me if I wanted to… give up my gift, and… die. I thought about it. But I said, no. I wasn’t ready. I knew there was more for me. I have centuries and centuries ahead of me. These first hundred years… are like a drop in the ocean…
My husband never knew about me, and he didn’t have a choice. I don’t want to go through that again. I don’t want to fall in love again for twenty years. Twenty years is… gone in the blink of an eye. I’m looking for someone to love forever. Most people, when they say forever, they mean… well, they don’t really mean forever. But I do. I’m in love with you, Ryan. And I’m asking you to share forever with me.