...disguising himself as the female angel Ruguel (not to be confused with Raguel
) and claiming divine sanction for their union. (Yes, we know, not cool. Neither is a lot of the other stuff that goes on in Shakespearean comedies.)
"Here," said Machrie to Stan minutes before the scene in question. "Drape this over yourself for your disguise." He tossed the sheet to him.
Stan looked at it. "There are no eyeholes. The whole tucking thing was uncomfortable enough. Do I have to be blinded too?"
"Trust me," said the director. "You'll be able to see just fine through it. Put it on. Chop chop."Yeah,
thought Stan with a shudder, I gotta feeling 'chop chop' is gonna be the next thing this flake wants me to do.
Nevertheless, he obeyed and took his place on stage, delivering Bagpippio's scuzzy speech of seduction to the understandably wary (and little-wearing) Tribadine:
"Fair Tribadine! I'm th' angel Ruguel,
Here to--what thy name says--with thee for a spell.
For so commands th' Almighty, Lord of Hosts.
Ah! Look not as if thou hast seen a--""GHOST!"
That last exclamation, coming from off stage left, was not
in the text. But the audience at least, being unfamiliar with the play, didn't notice anything was wrong. Not even when Tiffany, wearing her MMAA mask with her Butterfly Venus costume, charged onstage, brandishing a prop sword, with which she began to hit Stan. Indeed, the audience roared with laughter, unaware that Stan's cries of fear and pain weren't an act.
Sara, however, could tell otherwise. For a moment, she took a mean-spirited pleasure in it, but then she remembered that Stan had changed and no longer deserved beatdowns. ("He never
" said Aggie's voice in her head. "Shut up," Sara answered back, "I feel ashamed enough already.")
So Sara sprung into action and pulled Tiffany off Stan. Unfortunately, in the process, the hilt of Tiff's sword caught on Sara's not-quite-regulation-Elizabethan nightgown, and...