The Play's the Thing

(Enter DEAN, DRACO, and NEVILLE without teddy bear)

DEAN: These letters give, Iago, to the pilot;
And by him do my duties to the senate:
That done, I will be walking on the works;
Repair there to me.

DRACO: Well, my good lord, I'll do't.

DEAN: This fortification, gentlemen, shall we see't?

NEVILLE: W...w...w..we'llwaituponyourlordship!

(NEVILLE faints])

(beat)

DRACO: (points at NEVILLE's unconscious body) Does he have to keep doing that? He's ruining my concentration!

RON: (saccharine) Oh, poor baby. (muttering) Prima donna.

(HARRY smacks RON in the back of the head)

RON: OW! Hey, what was that for?

HARRY: (innocently) Practicing for next rehearsal.