SIR HERDERP PRESIDERP SDO
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CHARACTERS:
Francis - Local Governor
Quin - Provincial Delegate
Sanford - Minister
Caesare - Lord Protector
[SCENE I: The Lord Protector's Office]
(Caesare soliloquizes.)
Caesare: The game's afoot, the die hath been cast
Athena smiles in wisdom's virtue enthroned
'Tis well to strike two birds with one fling
Of destiny's pebble, and thus from grave maladies
Which encoil itself on robes of traditions,
Giveth liberty from the threats of cruel fate.
Francis, whose mental faculties lacketh sturdiness,
Shalt be elevated to offices of higher import.
Might forshame the clockwork of state,
So 'tis well within his crawly hands
Place commission for those yonder lands
Where mediocrity worketh no danger.
'Tis a mystery that he in high office
Loitered for so long, in a post too great,
Still much wealth can iron a prickly path
And leads to vistas of hidden fortune.
With dim knowledge, but possessing gentle mien
Wanting is he for furtherance in office.
But this will beareth little weight soon
With Quin being the captain of his sail,
What he shalt device in such a lowly state,
For a drop from Mimir's fount can extinguish any flame.
But Quin? Can trust be put at this ebony squire?
Meek be his voice, but cloaked under his smiles
Methinks I see dubiousness there.
'Twere wise to bring caution to that front
And hold that dog, as he dashes, in chains;
For he, while filled with wit, may of craftiness
Be feasting, and from frail insides
May spit tumult when least expected.
Wisdom cometh! 'tis known that wit's fowl,
While daily soaring, hath flutter over
Our adversary's game, and often hath despised
To make nest in liberty's branches.
'Tis wise to seeketh from out the crafty fox
He who shall bringeth evenness, like winged wheels,
The actions of Francis and his company
Which most assuredly rim the dissenter mouths
That hath in it jaws of sharp enemies,
Hidden well, from the ignorant world.
The hidden desire which rests in our bosom.
Which in the fullness of time shall like the caged fowl
By fragile bars, escapes and soareth high,
Humming to sleeping lands liberty's tune.
But alas! My recollection playeth tricks,
For he of lumbering size, in kingdom abode
Seeketh to be stouter on civic slop.
And justly assumed, on what
His crafty hands did labor to elevate me.
Even so, firmer bodies are for keen actions apt,
For excessive plumpness burdens one's wits
And bellows out strong excessive passions
For indulgences, mayhap also for game and liquor.
'Tis best then to know this man not
For temporal power can from his palms
Work direly against my person, his mouth
Be sealed tightly by our faction's rope.
But to mine aid Jove must be summoned,
And supplicate him whose currently laments his ordeal,
Explore the province for metal pots,
That no disharmony may incur from Francis.
For he in Fortune's lap hath lain for long,
Is greatly wanting for this enterprise
Unless the road he treks be made more polished
And inquietudes be jarring not his mind.
[Exit Caesare]
[SCENE II: The Ship]
(Francis and Quin strolling on the deck)
Quin: Honorable lord, now hath I made
My mind clearer, and with great eagerness and hope,
Now longs to engage the enemy in fierce battle
And crack the shell of his armor and pierce his joints.
Francis: Brave sir, hold! Methink I see through the windows of thy heart,
Though revenge be sweeter than honey.
We should in mistress caution's bosom proceed
That lady reason wobbles not on her shaky throne.
I fear there be wild cougars on the way.
And in open combat we mustn't wage;
But let our wits wise game maketh
Thus achieve victory instead of shameful fall.
Quin: Most pungent lord, how forcefully thy words pierce;
I lament that conjecture unjust is rearing its head,
'Tis not in our nature to open deal,
When covertness cloak can do well
The thing which our gushing hearts shalt seeketh;
For method which from necessity cameth
Hath created guile 'twere hard to meet;
But with righteous impatience seeing scorching errs,
Openly do we take the swords out of their sheaths,
With searing desire for the blood of fiends, they,
Who look at us with contemptuous haughty eyes
Beware then I say, for mercy be under the grave!
Francis: Calm thyself good sir! quench thy searing flames.
Well it were to leash such thinking,
Perhaps an open listening ear is here,
Who would trumpet what were righteous ideas;
But with lady wisdom's mantle this should be cloaked,
Until opportunity furnishes the right time,
To utter them into words with cautious mantle
So they shan't sound the flaring thought.
Quin: Thou hath indeed, good sir, bathed well in wisdom's fount,
And so I shalt, in thy words rests for now.
But patience be a virtue hard to keep
And oft it breaks the back of where it lies.
Francis: Gentle sir, speed thy thoughts beyond
The moment present, and with deep reflection
Contemplate, that like blankets on winter storm
Patience be the shield against the bitter cold.
Quin: Good sir, thy wisdom comes unto me
With great weight on my grieving soul.
Therefore then shall i set my shoulders
To bear the weight as Atlas did in olden times.
Francis: I thank thee, but truth be told
I be filled with anxious thoughts lately
Concerning Sanford, whose wandering eye
Whose lustful eyes doeth looketh upon passing maidens.
That blood of passionate youth coursing through his veins
May infamy cause, and 'twere well to watch
With attentive eyes upon his actions
Matters of state with great import fly
Above the shames of a callous youth,
Hence in great vigil must we constantly keep
And in sooth truth, 'tis then well
To speak unto him fairly, and subtle warning giveth
Lest his actions lead to grave maladies.
Quin: I do know the tempt and desires doth entices;
Hence compassion doth plead for aid.
If 'tis be thy desire, I in Aegis-shielded speech
Speak of caution to his youthful ears.
Francis: I give thee thanks. But still terror lingers in me
That Sanford, like tempered steel, shall bend
To quickly rebound, and further by
Replies with actions astray from paths of virtue.
(Sanford approaches.)
Sanford: Noble lords, I greet thee warmly:
It wore greatly, this tranquil sea.
Methink a mighty storm be brewing
To shatter tediousness would give life to
Coldness, hence a weary day becomes
More jovial. Sorrowful am I when I did leave
Those crystal halls where radiance did indwell.
On this fine ship nothing but uncertain era
Reach those sacred forms to which we prostrate.
(Sanford walks slowly on)
(Quin speaking to Francis)
Quin: Honorable lord, in great
Astoundment do I pause.
If I may inquire, what in thy judgment
Made thee select one of such inanity
To acquire a station needing keen minds?
Francis: Gentle sir, verily I'd been misinformed.
Fully well, is this sire, I thought, be of clay-made
Of finer grain than is accustomed in the mold,
And so I eagerly I took his offered aid.
But regret now fills my restless soul
And anxious divining, to the future point.
But dearest friend, let us drop this matter
If falling it hath great weight, which I do doubt.
Quin: I see thy point, that he that possesseth of tiny force
That even gravity with him will work not.
Francis: Good sir, we must in quick creation conjure
A method to supersede the tyrannic laws
Of civil service, which with ingenious craft
Allows the serpents to live in their dens,
While those long denied of their dues,
Like Cain wander like vagabonds, never
Setting their tired feet within the promised land.
Quin: Great sire, when craftiness hath greatly trespassed,
Cleverness of greater mold, should match it,
And take the bastion down; 'twere easily done.
In soothing so effortless that no majesty crowns
The creation of designs so glaring to
A keen eye, which hath acumen sharp.
The unmaking of offices, were swiftly done.
To decrease wages till the salivating mouths
Shall to their insides say: "Hence we must go forth
Lest we perish," were a cunning tool.
'Tis he who holds the purse, must govern
And we the gilded blade hold in our palms.
Francis: Wise sir, thou hast clearly divine
The puzzle which hath gave me sleepless nights
This then shall be done. But who comes to me?
Quin: Noble lord, heed that person not! Let's to our quarters go
Methink this person seeketh to sleuth,
And 'twere cunning indeed to secure each harbor.
To pass trivial moment, 'twere well
In obverse to forewarn; but this man speaketh
Through eyes that ominously show he hath wits.
'Tis better then to idly pass him by,
And only utter fruitless words with which doltish minds,
Can do no harm by uttering what were said.
(Quin muttering to himself)
Quin: It is thus I shield this frail man from the throng.
And directs his hearing for myself alone.
Act II
Francis - Local Governor
Quin - Provincial Delegate
Sanford - Minister
Caesare - Lord Protector
[SCENE I: The Lord Protector's Office]
(Caesare soliloquizes.)
Caesare: The game's afoot, the die hath been cast
Athena smiles in wisdom's virtue enthroned
'Tis well to strike two birds with one fling
Of destiny's pebble, and thus from grave maladies
Which encoil itself on robes of traditions,
Giveth liberty from the threats of cruel fate.
Francis, whose mental faculties lacketh sturdiness,
Shalt be elevated to offices of higher import.
Might forshame the clockwork of state,
So 'tis well within his crawly hands
Place commission for those yonder lands
Where mediocrity worketh no danger.
'Tis a mystery that he in high office
Loitered for so long, in a post too great,
Still much wealth can iron a prickly path
And leads to vistas of hidden fortune.
With dim knowledge, but possessing gentle mien
Wanting is he for furtherance in office.
But this will beareth little weight soon
With Quin being the captain of his sail,
What he shalt device in such a lowly state,
For a drop from Mimir's fount can extinguish any flame.
But Quin? Can trust be put at this ebony squire?
Meek be his voice, but cloaked under his smiles
Methinks I see dubiousness there.
'Twere wise to bring caution to that front
And hold that dog, as he dashes, in chains;
For he, while filled with wit, may of craftiness
Be feasting, and from frail insides
May spit tumult when least expected.
Wisdom cometh! 'tis known that wit's fowl,
While daily soaring, hath flutter over
Our adversary's game, and often hath despised
To make nest in liberty's branches.
'Tis wise to seeketh from out the crafty fox
He who shall bringeth evenness, like winged wheels,
The actions of Francis and his company
Which most assuredly rim the dissenter mouths
That hath in it jaws of sharp enemies,
Hidden well, from the ignorant world.
The hidden desire which rests in our bosom.
Which in the fullness of time shall like the caged fowl
By fragile bars, escapes and soareth high,
Humming to sleeping lands liberty's tune.
But alas! My recollection playeth tricks,
For he of lumbering size, in kingdom abode
Seeketh to be stouter on civic slop.
And justly assumed, on what
His crafty hands did labor to elevate me.
Even so, firmer bodies are for keen actions apt,
For excessive plumpness burdens one's wits
And bellows out strong excessive passions
For indulgences, mayhap also for game and liquor.
'Tis best then to know this man not
For temporal power can from his palms
Work direly against my person, his mouth
Be sealed tightly by our faction's rope.
But to mine aid Jove must be summoned,
And supplicate him whose currently laments his ordeal,
Explore the province for metal pots,
That no disharmony may incur from Francis.
For he in Fortune's lap hath lain for long,
Is greatly wanting for this enterprise
Unless the road he treks be made more polished
And inquietudes be jarring not his mind.
[Exit Caesare]
[SCENE II: The Ship]
(Francis and Quin strolling on the deck)
Quin: Honorable lord, now hath I made
My mind clearer, and with great eagerness and hope,
Now longs to engage the enemy in fierce battle
And crack the shell of his armor and pierce his joints.
Francis: Brave sir, hold! Methink I see through the windows of thy heart,
Though revenge be sweeter than honey.
We should in mistress caution's bosom proceed
That lady reason wobbles not on her shaky throne.
I fear there be wild cougars on the way.
And in open combat we mustn't wage;
But let our wits wise game maketh
Thus achieve victory instead of shameful fall.
Quin: Most pungent lord, how forcefully thy words pierce;
I lament that conjecture unjust is rearing its head,
'Tis not in our nature to open deal,
When covertness cloak can do well
The thing which our gushing hearts shalt seeketh;
For method which from necessity cameth
Hath created guile 'twere hard to meet;
But with righteous impatience seeing scorching errs,
Openly do we take the swords out of their sheaths,
With searing desire for the blood of fiends, they,
Who look at us with contemptuous haughty eyes
Beware then I say, for mercy be under the grave!
Francis: Calm thyself good sir! quench thy searing flames.
Well it were to leash such thinking,
Perhaps an open listening ear is here,
Who would trumpet what were righteous ideas;
But with lady wisdom's mantle this should be cloaked,
Until opportunity furnishes the right time,
To utter them into words with cautious mantle
So they shan't sound the flaring thought.
Quin: Thou hath indeed, good sir, bathed well in wisdom's fount,
And so I shalt, in thy words rests for now.
But patience be a virtue hard to keep
And oft it breaks the back of where it lies.
Francis: Gentle sir, speed thy thoughts beyond
The moment present, and with deep reflection
Contemplate, that like blankets on winter storm
Patience be the shield against the bitter cold.
Quin: Good sir, thy wisdom comes unto me
With great weight on my grieving soul.
Therefore then shall i set my shoulders
To bear the weight as Atlas did in olden times.
Francis: I thank thee, but truth be told
I be filled with anxious thoughts lately
Concerning Sanford, whose wandering eye
Whose lustful eyes doeth looketh upon passing maidens.
That blood of passionate youth coursing through his veins
May infamy cause, and 'twere well to watch
With attentive eyes upon his actions
Matters of state with great import fly
Above the shames of a callous youth,
Hence in great vigil must we constantly keep
And in sooth truth, 'tis then well
To speak unto him fairly, and subtle warning giveth
Lest his actions lead to grave maladies.
Quin: I do know the tempt and desires doth entices;
Hence compassion doth plead for aid.
If 'tis be thy desire, I in Aegis-shielded speech
Speak of caution to his youthful ears.
Francis: I give thee thanks. But still terror lingers in me
That Sanford, like tempered steel, shall bend
To quickly rebound, and further by
Replies with actions astray from paths of virtue.
(Sanford approaches.)
Sanford: Noble lords, I greet thee warmly:
It wore greatly, this tranquil sea.
Methink a mighty storm be brewing
To shatter tediousness would give life to
Coldness, hence a weary day becomes
More jovial. Sorrowful am I when I did leave
Those crystal halls where radiance did indwell.
On this fine ship nothing but uncertain era
Reach those sacred forms to which we prostrate.
(Sanford walks slowly on)
(Quin speaking to Francis)
Quin: Honorable lord, in great
Astoundment do I pause.
If I may inquire, what in thy judgment
Made thee select one of such inanity
To acquire a station needing keen minds?
Francis: Gentle sir, verily I'd been misinformed.
Fully well, is this sire, I thought, be of clay-made
Of finer grain than is accustomed in the mold,
And so I eagerly I took his offered aid.
But regret now fills my restless soul
And anxious divining, to the future point.
But dearest friend, let us drop this matter
If falling it hath great weight, which I do doubt.
Quin: I see thy point, that he that possesseth of tiny force
That even gravity with him will work not.
Francis: Good sir, we must in quick creation conjure
A method to supersede the tyrannic laws
Of civil service, which with ingenious craft
Allows the serpents to live in their dens,
While those long denied of their dues,
Like Cain wander like vagabonds, never
Setting their tired feet within the promised land.
Quin: Great sire, when craftiness hath greatly trespassed,
Cleverness of greater mold, should match it,
And take the bastion down; 'twere easily done.
In soothing so effortless that no majesty crowns
The creation of designs so glaring to
A keen eye, which hath acumen sharp.
The unmaking of offices, were swiftly done.
To decrease wages till the salivating mouths
Shall to their insides say: "Hence we must go forth
Lest we perish," were a cunning tool.
'Tis he who holds the purse, must govern
And we the gilded blade hold in our palms.
Francis: Wise sir, thou hast clearly divine
The puzzle which hath gave me sleepless nights
This then shall be done. But who comes to me?
Quin: Noble lord, heed that person not! Let's to our quarters go
Methink this person seeketh to sleuth,
And 'twere cunning indeed to secure each harbor.
To pass trivial moment, 'twere well
In obverse to forewarn; but this man speaketh
Through eyes that ominously show he hath wits.
'Tis better then to idly pass him by,
And only utter fruitless words with which doltish minds,
Can do no harm by uttering what were said.
(Quin muttering to himself)
Quin: It is thus I shield this frail man from the throng.
And directs his hearing for myself alone.
Act II
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