Scene: a laboratory. Enter Jenna, limping, and supported by Scientist.

Jenna: What planet, friend, is this?

Scientist: This is Illyria, lady.

Jenna: My companion, is he dead? Perchance that he survived the impact:
what think you?

Scientist: It is perchance that you yourself were sav'd; your leg is
broken, and there is much injury.

Jenna: Alas poor Blake! I knew him well.

Scientist: To comfort you with chance, assure yourself that I am a
scientist, once working for the Federation, but since fled from their
cruel employment, to work on my secret invention that hath not been
heard of before, nay, nor will be again. From this laboratory did I
watch the battle, and see your capsules eject from the Liberator, and
make it thus to the atmosphere. Your companion's capsule, when dropp'd
neath the horizon, still showed life signs.

Jenna: I must look for him [tries to move, screams,falls]

Scientist: you cannot help without first helping yourself.

Jenna: Must.....find.....Bl---[passes out]

Scientist: No stamina, the young people of today. No matter; soon my
device will cure all. Fortune smiles on both of us today, my lovely. You
shall be whole, and my theory of---

[Pulls down big roll-up chart with diagram of machine and waves at it
with a pointing cane. ]

Scientist: ---healing through amplified mental abilities shall at last
be proven.

[ He wheels a large box onto the stage. It is labelled as a
"Polymophic Likeness Operating Templater DEVICE", with the
capitals much larger than the others. He places jenna into the device ]

Scientist: Now, power crystals? Here! And we begin.

[throws lever. nothing happens. flicks lots of switches. nothing happens.]

Scientist: Control...alt...delete....no, still nothing. Ah!

[finds three-pin lead, and plugs device in. throws lever again.]

[general FX]

Scientist: She dreams! Good! Her thoughts will convey her likeness to
the device, where it shall counterfeit most bounteously.

Jenna: no! I won't leave the ship without you! No! Blake!

Scientist: She dreams of another? her companion?

[ red lights start flashing on the device. an alarm sounds ]

Scientist: What mischief is here? the drain is too high! The dials do
redline most perniciously.

[explosion. Jenna emerges, in curly wig]

Scientist: O Jenna! Thou art changed! What do I see on thee?!

Jenna: I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream - past the wit
of Orac to say what dream it was. Methought I was - there is no man who
can tell what. Zen's scanners hath not sensed, Avon's logic hath not
deduced, Cally's heart hath not felt, nor Vila's fingers touched what
I have seen. I must to a barber's, sir, for, me thinks, I am marvellous
curly about the bonce.

Scientist: Bless thee, Jenna, thou art translated.

[he gives Jenna a mirror; full-length could show blake]

Jenna: is this Blake I see before me? I dreamt, and now---

Scientist: The device hath moulded your form to your dreams.

Jenna: I am Blake, as I dreamt him? [thinks, looks down front of trousers,
looks startled.] There's a divinity that shapes our ends.
[ shakes head.] This will not do. You must change me back.

Scientist: Alas, we have consumed all the crystals; I have no more.

Jenna: More must be found! Where can we get find them?

Scientist: There is a smuggler: one Orsino, who dwells on this world,
He can find things, for a price.

Jenna: Orsino! I have heard Blake name him. He was a rebel then.

Scientist: And would be so again, for he courts the companionship of
fair Olivia.

Jenna: What's she?

Scientist: A resistance leader, with an army and base of operations on
this world.  Orsino desires alliance with her, but she'll none of him,
and his pilots burn like Icarus if they fly too near her sun.

Jenna: [aside] So Blake is misinformed; this Orsino is not the rebel,
but Olivia! [to S] I'll to this smuggler, and take my pay in crystal. It
will be worth his pains; for I can fly, and hide contraband in many
sorts of guises that will allow me very worth to his service. [ to self ]
I must choose a name; for Blake's name is legend, and mine own with it;
I can but hope that the face is not as well known.
	What a game cruel Fate has played!
	The rebel returns to her former trade.
	Cesario's the name that I shall take,
	To earn my form, and then find Blake.

[ Exeunt. ]