Olivia's place. [ Enter Anna, followed by Andrew and Toby. ] Anna: [to self] Blake, here! What shall I do? Andrew: You really saw him? You saw Blake? Toby: Close as you are to me, it was. Anna: [To self] He knows Avon. He may expose me. He must be disposed of quickly. Andrew. Wow. Blake. Toby: Wow. Think we could get his autograph? Andrew: I still get to kill Olivia, though, don't I? Toby: No point now, if we're going to be in Blake's gang. Andrew: Blakes gang? Not a good name. We could be Blake's [counts, loses count, gives up] Gang's good. Works for me. Anna: I thought you wanted to help the people of Illyria be free? Toby: Yes? Anna: So you can't follow Blake. [Toby looks lost] Cudgel thy brains no more about it. Blake's only a figurehead. He's not a leader. He's weak. He's already been a Federation stooge before. You want to get sold out at the first hint of trouble? Andrew: So I can kill Blake? Anna: No! That'll make him a martyr. Toby, you challenge him. Toby: Me? Anna: You want to be seen as a more worthy leader don't you? Fear not. He will have no stomach for it, and will hide, like a dog. Andrew: My pitbull doesn't hide--- Anna: a *small* dog. Toby: My yorkie's a nervy little bugger, too--- Anna: A *scared* dog. Now. Listen. I have the plan for malvolio. I shall send him a message, to his private screen, pretending to be from Olivia. In it shall I persuade him that Olivia thinks him worthy of her equal, or more. Toby: In his dreams! Anna: Further, that with the Federation fallen, it is only right and proper that the resistance take its place as the new governing body. Andrew: Makes sense to me Anna: But not to her, who only leads because she wishes some new elected council to be set up. Moreover, I shall point out that there may be some lingering cells of Federation supprt, and that these must be crushed with military might. Toby: Which is perfect! He dreams of power, being unable to attain it by himself. Anna: Now I must compose the text To bring about its grand effects. [ Exeunt ]