No Good Can Come From Bad (Neville, Rosa, Helena, Crisparkle, Jasper, Drood, Cook)

Sir I don't much like your tone, that supercilious sneer you wear!
Clear, you wear a finer cut than mine,
Ah but a waistcoat worn can soon be torn,
And fggots, too, 'til maggots feed on you!

Something in this speech seems ominous to me!

Twin, don't over preach, pray promise this to me!

Praise to him divine! For this we should be glad!

Won't you try some wine?
No good can come from bad!

My dearest Nephew Ned, I wish to wish you well!
The world is your before you just like -

OYSTERS ON THE SHELL!

Landless, (as you are and known),
Your blood is hot but less than pure!
Less, I'm sure, than we, your history would indicate
The past of some half-caste runs through your veins
Your crudeness thus explains,

Something sends a chill like feet upon my grave.

Can my strength and will completely Neville save?

Could these words they say bring harm upon the lad?

Night must follow day!

No good can come from bad!

My dearest, deepest friends, may
I propose a toast;
To Rosa Bud and Edwin Drood, three cheers -

AND HERE'S THE ROAST!

How very blessed we are when oh so many starve!
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done -

WHICH ONE OF YOU WILL CARVE?

Neville & Drood:
Glances cut like blade through bone;
With daggers drawn I glare at you.
There at you who dare presume to stare at whom
I'd make my wife and share my life -
I'd see you dead before sweet Rosa wed.

Fate waits near!
I feel it, I fear it!
We are friends and yet they'll not soon forget
Hearing Neville's threat, every epithet!

In younger days, I hungered for another:
Rosa's mother!
After Rosa's birth, she left this earth,
now dust is all I'm worth!

So long a time, they've thought that I'm a Dresden doll.
Quite naive, but I perceive these boys,
this noise more fright'ning
Than they might conceive.

As I stand by, take note:
Your throat sounds quite dry, this wine
should satisfy!

With these new additions, there may be revealed
Murderous admissions otherwise concealed

Neville & Drood:
Fie on you, I curse!!! Full warning you
have had!

Helena & Rosa:
Bad must lead to worse,

No good can come from bad! No good -
No good can come from bad!



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Writer(s): Rupert Holmes
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