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CHARACTERS:
Francis - Local Governor
Quin - Provincial Delegate
Sanford - Minister
Captain: Captain of the ship
(Scene: On the shipboard)
(Quin, strolling on the deck, soliloquizes.)
Quin: I feel this great enterprise bears me down.
When yonder holds the burden in the palm,
Seemingly,like vessels on the stock
It would be easy, when the blocks were displaced,
Slide gently below into the ocean of states;
But now that closeness looks at me directly,
Donning a divining grin, methinks, I see
Stumbling blocks barring the way,
On which the vessel must sail to waters fathomless.
A vessel to in safety sojourn in troubled waters,
Must have a sailor skilled in seafaring lore.
But he still be helpless, if his brethren
Not have the wit and skill which of years is born.
From the dark and tumultuous sky
A single gem from the dim aerial bed
Doth penetrate the darkness and light our way
To great resolution of the gnarled point.
If but its commander wear a lordly mien
And stroll its decks with regal tread,
Skilled crewmen, by filthy riches blinded,
May turn the compass thus saving the ship.
But who then shall commander be? Therein lies the rub.
There many be inclined to walk the deck,
Though he who carries the weight of day
Indeed should then be crowned with Laurel wreath.
But there be in the shadows malefactors,
Ready to lounge the sweet Ambrosia
While he who nourished and watered the tree
With dry mouth may never its nectar taste.
His Lordship hath said that aid will Francis give,
To see the fruition of our grand designs,
And yet deep-seated fear whispers to my mind
Virtue hath made his soul its Sarcellum.
Thus sprout even to aid in his ascent
To elevated glories, find not his hearing.
As he have gilth, methinks the clanging of coins
Allures him not; unlike it would in impoverished men.
As musicians strike the strings of the Harps,
I too must play his prejudice for my gain,
Which finds no charity in adversaries,
And thus shall wily shrewdness do its craft.
But Sanford? I love this man not.
He looketh at my people with scornful disdain,
Hence I with ensnaring words sour Francis' thoughts,
That he but only despise in this dog shall see.
Others, methinks, would tread in honor's path,
Unless passion, born of deep love,
Should sway them to stretch a greedy palm,
And grasp from Eden's tree forbidden fruits.
For lust, hangs over the walls,
No tolerance resides in their bosoms:
But there be those who will use any game.
Neither like myself, do they winsomeness demand.
It bear no importance if but the visage wears
Female garb , they will most eagerly trace the scent,
And like dogs leave not the trail
Until their quarry is hunted down.
This I must whisper to Francis' ear,
Seed enmity, clothed with distrust,
For him with contemptuous disdain,
From mouth filled with hateful bias,
Precipitate his downfall hastily,
And thus I will bake his goose
And take its flesh from off its bones.
But seemingly as it appears to my mind,
I read the fables of doubt in Francis' eye,
"The well-being of thy people" once he uttered,
Such words ring not to fool my ears.
"Thy well-being!" So sayeth Francis.
Little do the frail faculties of his mind
Perceive that we who seeketh power to govern
Ken not the proud and noble blood in our veins.
For it by their stained rule is drenched,
Still, we a foothold make of ebony backs,
To ascend aloft into the thrones of state.
Proving thus that only the strong survive
A man created in honest mold,
May waggishness work , while in his mind wears a bright smile.
I will not let Francis enter the chambers of my heart,
So I must play this game with cunning tread,
Distract him with things to stuff his mind full,
So things of importance bear shall in his mind escape.
(Francis Enters)
Francis: I bid thee good morning, dear fellow;
The sky portending a most perfect day.
Quin: It is thus our morning meeting brightly breaks
But storms engendered by Poseidon may ever night
Embrace her Onyx mantle for rest,
Wither the blossoming hopes in our bosoms grow,
And deep within the bowels of darkness cast
Noble desires swelling to come out
Francis: Dear fellow, why art thou so despondent?
I see tomorrow donning a cheerful smile,
Thy people now behold a great star
Which like it was for the Magi lead
Them to blissful treasure of Paradise.
Quin: Mayhap good sir our youth indeed may,
But what of those like us who great years attained?
Francis: Good sir, my response is this,
Well thou knowest it relies upon their deeds;
Show their worth and all were well,
And then we'll hasten to our homeland.
Quin: But good sir we now direct our way
To meet the leeches that drains our blood,
And they with serpentine tongues which snake-like can charm
May deceive thee with their words of evil intent.
Francis: Ease thy heart, soon shall they feel how vain the toil
Of seeking to deceive one who, in stately halls,
Encountered broods of foul, self-serving men,
But to halt their advances with honor's armor.
(The Captain and Sanford enters)
Captain: Most honorable lord, in the observations
that I made , it gives me pleasure
Most greatly, to make reverence to
He so venerated by his native land.
As a ship captain may be judged
By the crew under his command,
So do I in keen perception of thee made.
By the broad faculties of Sanford
Who were the river, through which thy mind doth flows
Most elevated thought, for humanity's betterment.
Sanford: Thou be assureth that his wisdom flows until I feel
As if my mind drowns in the deepness of the thought.
Francis: Gentle sir , thou hast greatly honored me
And from so worthy a fount, I especially feel
The words were birthed from virtue's womb;
Shortly with thee shall I converse some more.
(The Captain and Sanford exits)
Francis: Dear fellow, this young man doth raise my bile,
I fear in his tongue some disagreement might raise.
Quin: Gentle sir, this child hath been raised since youth,
To tender nourishment which fits him woefully incapable
To fight over his desires with apt brawl,
I fear lest close relation works not for thy betterment.
Francis: Alas 'tis true that such environs,
Ensnares the child and grip him fast.
And yet if manhood seeds inside him
'Twere time for them to sprout and outward shoot.
I detest babbling mouths yet I must voice
A matter which came to my attention:
Yesterday, I in melodic discussion joined
With one bearing angelic form divine,
When this young beau with taunting eyes,
Boldly stroll, with curious ears.
Till we, vexatiously , were made to silence woo.
But let us turn the gazes of our minds to more pleasant things.
What be the designs for this beautiful day
When we shall soon reach land
And meet rejoicing thousands at the pier?
(Sanford approaches)
Sanford: My Lord, thy message hath on wings of Eagles
In Mercurial pacing sped its hurried way, and now
Methinks the anxious throng which fears the sword,
Will hustle hastily for metal hats
To shield their trembling heads.
Francis: It were done; but art thou truly sure
That words of erroneous import hath not
Wrap itself within this letter of state?
Sanford: Aye, it be fine.
Francis: But good fellow, what be that in thy hand?
Is it of maiden fair's design?
(Looks at the image and discovers Byron)
Francis: I see, 'tis be the one who wrecked our choice.
This peasant hath but a shallow mind
Which like the north wind blows a babbling mouth.
(Sanford backs off)
Sanford: Hold thy beak crow, for Byron holds wisdom
in his palm!
(Francis and Quin walking)
Quin: Honorable sire, I'm appalled by the words
Which from the mouth of Sanford uttered ;
For highest states, he no due respect giveth
And insults doeth outflow from his mind.
Francis: 'Tis ever thus with those born to riches
It swells them up and whale like they do spout.
But wealth hath sway and it were well indeed
Not to seek enmity with a foe so petty
'Tis better to let this incident be forgotten
For it doth vanish when morrow comes.
Quin: It pains my entrails to take this down
Yet to thy will I shall follow and obey
Francis: Good sir, let us in the prospect of future delve,
For time doth swiftly carry us to our port.
Where I must his Lordship's message doeth proclaim
And the nature of my duty to you voiced.
Our duties must be so carried out,
That joyful impressions imprints the masses' minds
But thus to meet those serpents smiling
Gripe and pain my heart and honor ,
Crafty machinations were in sooth
The greater Panacea for the patients' woes
And I like the gentle healer must probe
Pierce in and sound the gaping wound.
Quin: Gracious sir , if in cautious matters I may speak
It were to all this dirty, villainous lot
Never to lend an ear , for through it those knaves
Will sugar-covered poison quickly pour.
Francis: Have faith , gentle sir, that I to every thrust,
Of nefarious swords, will fend-off with ample armoring.
Methinks to place those knaves on the waiting rack
And while I with honeyed-words do offer,
Will slowly turn the screws until their muscles
Crack. And then to merrier period maketh,
The sword shall deftly sever some unfortunate heads,
With touch most skillful, joined by a smile.
Quin: Great and noble lord, I pray thee hasten not
But let it pleasure you to proceed
That suspense may make the wretches
More sharply feel the hand of stern justice.
Music to mine heart it will be to walk the pavements
And meet impending casualties before their fall.
The furtive thing, while it be spirits to my soul,
Compensate me greatly for past neglects.
Francis: The port is nigh and we shall soon dock
But, good sir tell me, shall we be welcomed
By critters, vermin and such things?
And is there Miasma in the air?
So that while speaking I shan't open my mouth?
Quin: Mighty lord, dread not the air
Clerical dwellings will protect thee
But what perturbs me more
Are critters residing in the offices
(Sanford leering at Quin)
Sanford: Vermin....
Act III
Francis - Local Governor
Quin - Provincial Delegate
Sanford - Minister
Captain: Captain of the ship
(Scene: On the shipboard)
(Quin, strolling on the deck, soliloquizes.)
Quin: I feel this great enterprise bears me down.
When yonder holds the burden in the palm,
Seemingly,like vessels on the stock
It would be easy, when the blocks were displaced,
Slide gently below into the ocean of states;
But now that closeness looks at me directly,
Donning a divining grin, methinks, I see
Stumbling blocks barring the way,
On which the vessel must sail to waters fathomless.
A vessel to in safety sojourn in troubled waters,
Must have a sailor skilled in seafaring lore.
But he still be helpless, if his brethren
Not have the wit and skill which of years is born.
From the dark and tumultuous sky
A single gem from the dim aerial bed
Doth penetrate the darkness and light our way
To great resolution of the gnarled point.
If but its commander wear a lordly mien
And stroll its decks with regal tread,
Skilled crewmen, by filthy riches blinded,
May turn the compass thus saving the ship.
But who then shall commander be? Therein lies the rub.
There many be inclined to walk the deck,
Though he who carries the weight of day
Indeed should then be crowned with Laurel wreath.
But there be in the shadows malefactors,
Ready to lounge the sweet Ambrosia
While he who nourished and watered the tree
With dry mouth may never its nectar taste.
His Lordship hath said that aid will Francis give,
To see the fruition of our grand designs,
And yet deep-seated fear whispers to my mind
Virtue hath made his soul its Sarcellum.
Thus sprout even to aid in his ascent
To elevated glories, find not his hearing.
As he have gilth, methinks the clanging of coins
Allures him not; unlike it would in impoverished men.
As musicians strike the strings of the Harps,
I too must play his prejudice for my gain,
Which finds no charity in adversaries,
And thus shall wily shrewdness do its craft.
But Sanford? I love this man not.
He looketh at my people with scornful disdain,
Hence I with ensnaring words sour Francis' thoughts,
That he but only despise in this dog shall see.
Others, methinks, would tread in honor's path,
Unless passion, born of deep love,
Should sway them to stretch a greedy palm,
And grasp from Eden's tree forbidden fruits.
For lust, hangs over the walls,
No tolerance resides in their bosoms:
But there be those who will use any game.
Neither like myself, do they winsomeness demand.
It bear no importance if but the visage wears
Female garb , they will most eagerly trace the scent,
And like dogs leave not the trail
Until their quarry is hunted down.
This I must whisper to Francis' ear,
Seed enmity, clothed with distrust,
For him with contemptuous disdain,
From mouth filled with hateful bias,
Precipitate his downfall hastily,
And thus I will bake his goose
And take its flesh from off its bones.
But seemingly as it appears to my mind,
I read the fables of doubt in Francis' eye,
"The well-being of thy people" once he uttered,
Such words ring not to fool my ears.
"Thy well-being!" So sayeth Francis.
Little do the frail faculties of his mind
Perceive that we who seeketh power to govern
Ken not the proud and noble blood in our veins.
For it by their stained rule is drenched,
Still, we a foothold make of ebony backs,
To ascend aloft into the thrones of state.
Proving thus that only the strong survive
A man created in honest mold,
May waggishness work , while in his mind wears a bright smile.
I will not let Francis enter the chambers of my heart,
So I must play this game with cunning tread,
Distract him with things to stuff his mind full,
So things of importance bear shall in his mind escape.
(Francis Enters)
Francis: I bid thee good morning, dear fellow;
The sky portending a most perfect day.
Quin: It is thus our morning meeting brightly breaks
But storms engendered by Poseidon may ever night
Embrace her Onyx mantle for rest,
Wither the blossoming hopes in our bosoms grow,
And deep within the bowels of darkness cast
Noble desires swelling to come out
Francis: Dear fellow, why art thou so despondent?
I see tomorrow donning a cheerful smile,
Thy people now behold a great star
Which like it was for the Magi lead
Them to blissful treasure of Paradise.
Quin: Mayhap good sir our youth indeed may,
But what of those like us who great years attained?
Francis: Good sir, my response is this,
Well thou knowest it relies upon their deeds;
Show their worth and all were well,
And then we'll hasten to our homeland.
Quin: But good sir we now direct our way
To meet the leeches that drains our blood,
And they with serpentine tongues which snake-like can charm
May deceive thee with their words of evil intent.
Francis: Ease thy heart, soon shall they feel how vain the toil
Of seeking to deceive one who, in stately halls,
Encountered broods of foul, self-serving men,
But to halt their advances with honor's armor.
(The Captain and Sanford enters)
Captain: Most honorable lord, in the observations
that I made , it gives me pleasure
Most greatly, to make reverence to
He so venerated by his native land.
As a ship captain may be judged
By the crew under his command,
So do I in keen perception of thee made.
By the broad faculties of Sanford
Who were the river, through which thy mind doth flows
Most elevated thought, for humanity's betterment.
Sanford: Thou be assureth that his wisdom flows until I feel
As if my mind drowns in the deepness of the thought.
Francis: Gentle sir , thou hast greatly honored me
And from so worthy a fount, I especially feel
The words were birthed from virtue's womb;
Shortly with thee shall I converse some more.
(The Captain and Sanford exits)
Francis: Dear fellow, this young man doth raise my bile,
I fear in his tongue some disagreement might raise.
Quin: Gentle sir, this child hath been raised since youth,
To tender nourishment which fits him woefully incapable
To fight over his desires with apt brawl,
I fear lest close relation works not for thy betterment.
Francis: Alas 'tis true that such environs,
Ensnares the child and grip him fast.
And yet if manhood seeds inside him
'Twere time for them to sprout and outward shoot.
I detest babbling mouths yet I must voice
A matter which came to my attention:
Yesterday, I in melodic discussion joined
With one bearing angelic form divine,
When this young beau with taunting eyes,
Boldly stroll, with curious ears.
Till we, vexatiously , were made to silence woo.
But let us turn the gazes of our minds to more pleasant things.
What be the designs for this beautiful day
When we shall soon reach land
And meet rejoicing thousands at the pier?
(Sanford approaches)
Sanford: My Lord, thy message hath on wings of Eagles
In Mercurial pacing sped its hurried way, and now
Methinks the anxious throng which fears the sword,
Will hustle hastily for metal hats
To shield their trembling heads.
Francis: It were done; but art thou truly sure
That words of erroneous import hath not
Wrap itself within this letter of state?
Sanford: Aye, it be fine.
Francis: But good fellow, what be that in thy hand?
Is it of maiden fair's design?
(Looks at the image and discovers Byron)
Francis: I see, 'tis be the one who wrecked our choice.
This peasant hath but a shallow mind
Which like the north wind blows a babbling mouth.
(Sanford backs off)
Sanford: Hold thy beak crow, for Byron holds wisdom
in his palm!
(Francis and Quin walking)
Quin: Honorable sire, I'm appalled by the words
Which from the mouth of Sanford uttered ;
For highest states, he no due respect giveth
And insults doeth outflow from his mind.
Francis: 'Tis ever thus with those born to riches
It swells them up and whale like they do spout.
But wealth hath sway and it were well indeed
Not to seek enmity with a foe so petty
'Tis better to let this incident be forgotten
For it doth vanish when morrow comes.
Quin: It pains my entrails to take this down
Yet to thy will I shall follow and obey
Francis: Good sir, let us in the prospect of future delve,
For time doth swiftly carry us to our port.
Where I must his Lordship's message doeth proclaim
And the nature of my duty to you voiced.
Our duties must be so carried out,
That joyful impressions imprints the masses' minds
But thus to meet those serpents smiling
Gripe and pain my heart and honor ,
Crafty machinations were in sooth
The greater Panacea for the patients' woes
And I like the gentle healer must probe
Pierce in and sound the gaping wound.
Quin: Gracious sir , if in cautious matters I may speak
It were to all this dirty, villainous lot
Never to lend an ear , for through it those knaves
Will sugar-covered poison quickly pour.
Francis: Have faith , gentle sir, that I to every thrust,
Of nefarious swords, will fend-off with ample armoring.
Methinks to place those knaves on the waiting rack
And while I with honeyed-words do offer,
Will slowly turn the screws until their muscles
Crack. And then to merrier period maketh,
The sword shall deftly sever some unfortunate heads,
With touch most skillful, joined by a smile.
Quin: Great and noble lord, I pray thee hasten not
But let it pleasure you to proceed
That suspense may make the wretches
More sharply feel the hand of stern justice.
Music to mine heart it will be to walk the pavements
And meet impending casualties before their fall.
The furtive thing, while it be spirits to my soul,
Compensate me greatly for past neglects.
Francis: The port is nigh and we shall soon dock
But, good sir tell me, shall we be welcomed
By critters, vermin and such things?
And is there Miasma in the air?
So that while speaking I shan't open my mouth?
Quin: Mighty lord, dread not the air
Clerical dwellings will protect thee
But what perturbs me more
Are critters residing in the offices
(Sanford leering at Quin)
Sanford: Vermin....
Act III
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