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Caesare - Lord Protector
Francis - Local Governor
Quin - Provincial Delegate
Caesare: Most noble Francis, I greet thee heartily.
An enterprise of great importance falls within thy keeping;
And thou wilt with it deal as only wise men can.
The distant lands are now smitten by the might
Of merciless villains, who on greed bent,
Oppress a weak, but noble race,
Which suffer under the chains of foreign rule,
And hence it restrained not the sable limbs
On which it now, most relentless, it firmly rests.
'Tis well, we know, how, filled with faulty visions,
Those before us sought to ensnare their thoughts
With nourishment fitted only for the gods,
To those of fairer pallor, and hence with grasp
Of firm structure, built by Father Time,
Who in his grace molded us in greater form;
While power divine to cap the climax grand,
With palms so deft, gave it its final touch.
These men with vision dim who planned in conceit
Expected not the valiant virtues sleeping in the south.
The mistral chill and froze the waking lions
Which prowls under the southern stars,
To read without error from the pages of truth
That Heaven has fashioned some to mount aloft,
While others grovel on lower ground.
Hence in our bosoms we must cherish,
The thought that marks the subtle line;
And so dispose a burden to us given
By those fools that preceded us,
The Calvary of which only thoughtlessness
Alone will be the prize for all our labors.
Francis: My lord, I grasp thy thoughts: burden most dark,
Which annually a gilded tribute calls,
Must be cast off hastily, but so cunning
That neighboring kingdoms may not hurl slurs
Upon our virtue as we set them aside
Those people to face this world alone.
Caesare: Dear Francis, truly thou hast fully grasped
The thoughts which wisdom nurtured in my mind.
"A serpent's cunning, a lamb's meekness,"
Should be our creed as we abandon ship,
For there be those with venomous tongues
Of serpents, as we cast them aside.
But if we of temporal powers make use,
And to their approbation lend approving smiles,
We may while safely cast them aside,
While meeting with the ignorant world's approving nod.
Francis: I think I see my path made clearer now
It were wise to ally with only those
Who, yearning for the fleshed pots, lend their help
To further our grand design.
Caesare: Lower thy speech! The walls itself have ears.
Let not suspicion arouse until our game's afoot,
In veil of secrecy let our plans mature
An utterance unwise may spell our failure and doom.
Francis: My noble lord, thou at Mimir's fount
Hast drunk until her wells hath run dry.
I ready to follow thy commands
And silence the foolish judgment of mine own.
Caesare: When I before the powers did serve,
I learned that by such methods cured many maladies;
And when on high I was enthroned,
I found an iron hand to wield is well.
And now to enact our will in these lands,
It were best to blend such methods in our design,
Whilst thou with Saccharine tongue shall sweet words employ
The naive lot shall obey my will.
But silence! put a seal on thy mouth;
Unspoken words worketh no harm.
While the foolish man puts down his guard,
And thus his enemy's sword work to his death.
Francis: Mine ears hears only thy words,
Would that they could but hear in distant lands;
For when I face the beast in his den,
Thy words art to me a healing balm,
My doubts and fears are cleansed.
Caesare: Thou sayest well, but lend me thine ears;
Avoid our adversaries, their counsels are ill.
(Caesare to the servant)
Caesare: Entreat the good Lord Quin to attend
While we measure each act in converse.
(Quin enters)
Quin: Most noble lord, I come at thy bidding,
Waiting at thy pleasure ; if by any means
My tongue, convincing, can this affair be solved:
My mother land bids me loud proclaim.
So we consider wisely, let us call
The Lowborn, whose wisdom is renowned.
That he may joining us measure the intricate points,
Making our solutions more potent and sure.
Caesare: Dear child, caution is a precious commodity.
And while oft council is indeed wise,
Yet it were better Wylfred be not kept abreast
For visions hath he from sapling plants
To monarchial forests grow, with deep roots
Embedded in the ground, that naught can move.
Beside, worldly ills best him at present
And he now eagerly greasy coin seeketh.
Francis: Most gracious lord, I would from Quin learn
What grim encounters I must early meet.
He from the first did see the ulcer's growth
And hath a remedy conceived.
Caesare: Speak and free thy troubled mind.
For well I know corruption festers there.
Our adversaries' politics tightly enrooted,
Have borne with heavy arm upon thy race.
Quin: Great sire, how clearly thy mind perceives
The woes bearing my lot down.
Much knowledge fits thee for the gilded seat
And sharp judgment reflects from thine eye.
There they move within a charmed circle
Enriching themselves from spoils, with cruel glee.
They force their foreign ways with tyrannous hands
Upon my poor fellows; and with icy disdain
Refuse to heed us, when it were meet and wise.
I implore thee good sir, weed them out, root and branch both
And cleanse our offices from odious filth.
The able patriots , then can take their own
And on smoked ruins build a blissful state.
Caesare: Dear child, thou hast struck the sorrowful cords of my heart.
In Francis thou wilt find assured aid,
Give him wise council for he the crafty wiles
Of scheming men may not recognize.
Quin: Most gentle Lord, if I advice may give,
It were to shun the brood of vipers well.
They're witchery in playing the siren's song,
And charm with dull flattery innocent minds.
Methinks it well to sojourn to these lands
In Francis' side, at thy willing,
Thus shielding him from idle tongues,
Which on an open heart might make impress
Caesare: This then shall be done.
And in thy sojourn, contemplate and plan
To sever every knave that hinders thy way,
Or lacks in concurrence for thy great enterprise.
For Francis hath long lived in civic life
Where the veneer of virtue reigns and intrigues are absent.
But in thine wings guide this pure soul.
Francis: Most caring lord, trust me well; I smell the putrid
stench from far a distance , and will cleanse
those halls , and there seed noble men.
Caesare: Silence! speak not to me of paltry words,
For so often are they blades which wounds the soul;
When villains who wield bloodstained-hands
Shall deflect them back, and mock thee with scorn.
Even I with great regret what in a languish hour,
I thoughtless paged regarding freedom's gift.
And now they wound me to the bottom of my soul.
Oh how I wished I hath not conceived of such ignorant thoughts!
Therefore sheath thy tongue with its honeyed-words proclaim
Which means little and wisdom it holds not.
And now I bid thee farewell, be on thy way
And take heed what I say and govern thy tongue.
(Quin and Francis moving backward, and giving deference)
Francis: Fare thee well, most noble lord, since the time
When Charlemagne first worse the imperial crown.
We'll expel the vermin out and burn their hides
And a proclamation make, on which, in gilded words,
Shall be inscribed, for all eyes to see :
"Heaven pleasure it to us be given,
Out of these halls those dogs be driven!"
ACT II:
Act III
Caesare - Lord Protector
Francis - Local Governor
Quin - Provincial Delegate
[SCENE: The Lord Protector's Office]
Caesare: Most noble Francis, I greet thee heartily.
An enterprise of great importance falls within thy keeping;
And thou wilt with it deal as only wise men can.
The distant lands are now smitten by the might
Of merciless villains, who on greed bent,
Oppress a weak, but noble race,
Which suffer under the chains of foreign rule,
And hence it restrained not the sable limbs
On which it now, most relentless, it firmly rests.
'Tis well, we know, how, filled with faulty visions,
Those before us sought to ensnare their thoughts
With nourishment fitted only for the gods,
To those of fairer pallor, and hence with grasp
Of firm structure, built by Father Time,
Who in his grace molded us in greater form;
While power divine to cap the climax grand,
With palms so deft, gave it its final touch.
These men with vision dim who planned in conceit
Expected not the valiant virtues sleeping in the south.
The mistral chill and froze the waking lions
Which prowls under the southern stars,
To read without error from the pages of truth
That Heaven has fashioned some to mount aloft,
While others grovel on lower ground.
Hence in our bosoms we must cherish,
The thought that marks the subtle line;
And so dispose a burden to us given
By those fools that preceded us,
The Calvary of which only thoughtlessness
Alone will be the prize for all our labors.
Francis: My lord, I grasp thy thoughts: burden most dark,
Which annually a gilded tribute calls,
Must be cast off hastily, but so cunning
That neighboring kingdoms may not hurl slurs
Upon our virtue as we set them aside
Those people to face this world alone.
Caesare: Dear Francis, truly thou hast fully grasped
The thoughts which wisdom nurtured in my mind.
"A serpent's cunning, a lamb's meekness,"
Should be our creed as we abandon ship,
For there be those with venomous tongues
Of serpents, as we cast them aside.
But if we of temporal powers make use,
And to their approbation lend approving smiles,
We may while safely cast them aside,
While meeting with the ignorant world's approving nod.
Francis: I think I see my path made clearer now
It were wise to ally with only those
Who, yearning for the fleshed pots, lend their help
To further our grand design.
Caesare: Lower thy speech! The walls itself have ears.
Let not suspicion arouse until our game's afoot,
In veil of secrecy let our plans mature
An utterance unwise may spell our failure and doom.
Francis: My noble lord, thou at Mimir's fount
Hast drunk until her wells hath run dry.
I ready to follow thy commands
And silence the foolish judgment of mine own.
Caesare: When I before the powers did serve,
I learned that by such methods cured many maladies;
And when on high I was enthroned,
I found an iron hand to wield is well.
And now to enact our will in these lands,
It were best to blend such methods in our design,
Whilst thou with Saccharine tongue shall sweet words employ
The naive lot shall obey my will.
But silence! put a seal on thy mouth;
Unspoken words worketh no harm.
While the foolish man puts down his guard,
And thus his enemy's sword work to his death.
Francis: Mine ears hears only thy words,
Would that they could but hear in distant lands;
For when I face the beast in his den,
Thy words art to me a healing balm,
My doubts and fears are cleansed.
Caesare: Thou sayest well, but lend me thine ears;
Avoid our adversaries, their counsels are ill.
(Caesare to the servant)
Caesare: Entreat the good Lord Quin to attend
While we measure each act in converse.
(Quin enters)
Quin: Most noble lord, I come at thy bidding,
Waiting at thy pleasure ; if by any means
My tongue, convincing, can this affair be solved:
My mother land bids me loud proclaim.
So we consider wisely, let us call
The Lowborn, whose wisdom is renowned.
That he may joining us measure the intricate points,
Making our solutions more potent and sure.
Caesare: Dear child, caution is a precious commodity.
And while oft council is indeed wise,
Yet it were better Wylfred be not kept abreast
For visions hath he from sapling plants
To monarchial forests grow, with deep roots
Embedded in the ground, that naught can move.
Beside, worldly ills best him at present
And he now eagerly greasy coin seeketh.
Francis: Most gracious lord, I would from Quin learn
What grim encounters I must early meet.
He from the first did see the ulcer's growth
And hath a remedy conceived.
Caesare: Speak and free thy troubled mind.
For well I know corruption festers there.
Our adversaries' politics tightly enrooted,
Have borne with heavy arm upon thy race.
Quin: Great sire, how clearly thy mind perceives
The woes bearing my lot down.
Much knowledge fits thee for the gilded seat
And sharp judgment reflects from thine eye.
There they move within a charmed circle
Enriching themselves from spoils, with cruel glee.
They force their foreign ways with tyrannous hands
Upon my poor fellows; and with icy disdain
Refuse to heed us, when it were meet and wise.
I implore thee good sir, weed them out, root and branch both
And cleanse our offices from odious filth.
The able patriots , then can take their own
And on smoked ruins build a blissful state.
Caesare: Dear child, thou hast struck the sorrowful cords of my heart.
In Francis thou wilt find assured aid,
Give him wise council for he the crafty wiles
Of scheming men may not recognize.
Quin: Most gentle Lord, if I advice may give,
It were to shun the brood of vipers well.
They're witchery in playing the siren's song,
And charm with dull flattery innocent minds.
Methinks it well to sojourn to these lands
In Francis' side, at thy willing,
Thus shielding him from idle tongues,
Which on an open heart might make impress
Caesare: This then shall be done.
And in thy sojourn, contemplate and plan
To sever every knave that hinders thy way,
Or lacks in concurrence for thy great enterprise.
For Francis hath long lived in civic life
Where the veneer of virtue reigns and intrigues are absent.
But in thine wings guide this pure soul.
Francis: Most caring lord, trust me well; I smell the putrid
stench from far a distance , and will cleanse
those halls , and there seed noble men.
Caesare: Silence! speak not to me of paltry words,
For so often are they blades which wounds the soul;
When villains who wield bloodstained-hands
Shall deflect them back, and mock thee with scorn.
Even I with great regret what in a languish hour,
I thoughtless paged regarding freedom's gift.
And now they wound me to the bottom of my soul.
Oh how I wished I hath not conceived of such ignorant thoughts!
Therefore sheath thy tongue with its honeyed-words proclaim
Which means little and wisdom it holds not.
And now I bid thee farewell, be on thy way
And take heed what I say and govern thy tongue.
(Quin and Francis moving backward, and giving deference)
Francis: Fare thee well, most noble lord, since the time
When Charlemagne first worse the imperial crown.
We'll expel the vermin out and burn their hides
And a proclamation make, on which, in gilded words,
Shall be inscribed, for all eyes to see :
"Heaven pleasure it to us be given,
Out of these halls those dogs be driven!"
ACT II:
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