"Old John of Gaunt, time-honored Lancaster..." Cornerstone paused. His limestone brow furrowed. "Line!"
"On it!" Afterimage said.
He grabbed the script, darted towards Jimmy, then dashed away -- leaving one of his eponymous doppelgangers there in front of him, holding the page up.
"Thanks!" Cornerstone stage-whispered. Then he coughed, and continued in his best projected voice: "...hast thou, according to thy oath and band..."