That's it, for now. I don't want to work you too hard.
(fiiiine)
Out, damn'd spot! out, I say!—One; two: why, then
'tis time to do't.—Hell is murky.—Fie, my lord, fie, a soldier, and
afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our
pow'r to accompt?—Yet who would have thought the old man to
have had so much blood in him?
(this girl is)
(a bit too impassioned for normal)
Thanks. (smiles)
(inhales)
Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the caldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing,—
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
(she)
(has a fairly decent Spookily Ominous voice)
-Gracia is asleep on the couch-
-Snoring a little-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

There's... (turns to a corner) Maybe over there?