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CHARACTERS:
Francis - Local Governor
Quin - Provincial Delegate
Sanford - Minister
Horton - Aide
Scene I
(Francis Soliloquizes)
Francis: Methinks he who wore the Laurel wreath
Of olden times did wisely penned:
"The crowned head doth an uneasy burden carry"
The color of his musings doeth amazes
Filling my head with vistas of wonder at his full
Perceiving of those of unhappy stock
With great burden doth carry
Upon the weary backs of troubled persons
Whom the cruel mistress of fate did ordain
To, like the equids, persevering day by day
Carry a loathsome weight, conceived of cares
Which wraps itself in stately affairs.
When in the Curia I did take part,
Like to a fish in a vast ocean,
I did frolic, having no care,
Saw nothing to deter the pleasures of each day.
But now before mine eyes looms a tower most high
Matters of great import to the offices of state
Which I must hastily and wisely solve
Without the melody of the equin's chime to allure mine ear.
On whose wisdom should I now rely?
Whose virtue concerning dire matters, can I put trust?
Shall I aimlessly use Quin as a walking cane
On which to hold-on to, as on my sojourn I fumble?
Or shall I give ears to those implanted
Behind the lectern of offices, with insight loaded
And ready for battle, when I will reveal
The edict wise, by virtue crafted?
'Tis lamentable that I must do battle with friends,
Who art enchanted with the deceptive foe,
And through long association they be inflicted
By ideas both insidious and loathsome.
Of those who pilfer through legal means
A means to keep their vile stomachs full
I must caution take, for it appears to me
That lengthened and continuous transgression of the law
Impaireth their morals for all but coins,
Hence devious entrapment might be the object
To which their lying mouths would cunningly guide
That from tumult, gold might they reap.
Alas, what to mine eyes saw as merely a puny state
Now approacheth up tremendously before my sight,
And like the mother hen with her young
Must under mine care each day enwing
And from the vultures with feasting eyes
Shield and nourish, till in maturity they blossom.
But this mandate! I must wisely choose
Such amenable persons as will our desires worketh;
For I ken not what seeds implanted deep
Inside the inept minds such of those
soon assembling to craft laws to remedy
The dire necessities of our shamed empire.
I think mayhap, that core of self were implanted
Within the bosoms of those who in length of time
Have fortune made at the empire's expense;
Which from sapling plants grew into a mighty forest
That cloaks behind its trees justice honeyed
So downreaching within their shadows that even
The glorious sun of justice pierces their leaves not.
For such saintly charity does not yearn,
And yet before my sight I see a workmanship
Which of zealous earnestness were begotten;
Yet since lesson's perfect labor is finished,
The sinew to dark shadows I'll weave.
But to mine bed I shalt retire for now.
The morrow may feed upon my cares when it's sown.
(Francis retires)
Scene II
Francis: My good sir, uncertainty to my mind
Is a great sore, which like a grave malady,
Doth spreads itself until the physician's instruments
With keen incision shall the tumor be removed.
Therefore I must play this game and hit
The enemy in his vulnerable parts.
His Lordship Caesare, from the caverns of wisdom in his mind,
Hath crafted with his lordly hand,
A policy which we must swiftly enact,
Amid the merciless jests of all who had long
Watched the instruments of the nefarious mind
Excluding only such as offices seeketh.
Horton: My lord, thy countenance doth seem to heed woo
And my strict learning commands me to obey,
But 'twere act from dense presumption conceived
To, from my humble station, advice bestow.
(Sanford Enters)
Sanford: Well m'lord, outside the yonder door doth stand
Two gentlemen who maketh the claim
That they be expected at this present time
To consort with thee on some public matter.
Francis: Hold sir! govern thy tongue, for it imprudently wags
To weave crafts of little value
It were well to control it lest ye be like
A small stone, lodging into a great contraption may
Dire outcomes cause to the workings of state.
(Sanford exits)
Horton: Good sir, quick I pray thee do come
To yonder chamber and with courteous demeanor
Lead those ministers with all haste
Unto our company, when I will expunge
The impishness, by subtle words garbed with smiles.
(Quin enters)
Quin: Honorable lord, I hath shut mine ears
But Sanford like to a horse neighed
And I feebly did hear his words perturb,
Which seemingly hurls insults in thy aspect.
And hurl disdain upon our noble men.
If sweet accord shall lend her helping hand
I fear that this boor must leave hence
For he doth ruse us with his insolent mouth!
Francis: Patience good sir. listen not to empty rambling;
It falls upon one's hearing, and then it goes;
'Tis but a gust of wind which into nothingness
Doth dissipates. Can thou discern it
And say it is here? Alas, it be like a
Celestial globe doth launch its heavenly way
And then it were gone. It was, but now it is not,
Hence it were inanity, nothingness to pursue.
Quin: Thy wisdom falls upon mine hearing
Like a sweet melody , as it flows from thy tongue;
But still the grief be remaining which the poisonous mouth
Hath greatly pricked upon my recollection.
However thou did sayeth: a spoken thought be dead.
Mayhap this be so, but in the bosom of a man,
There lumbers deep a memory, graced indeed,
Of those that came before us to that long abode
Where, be it lingering shadows which abound,
Or lucent lights with heavenly rays,
Yet death hath not blotted out from the mind's eye
The imagery which the Almighty engraved there.
(Horton Enters)
Horton: The pair are gone, m'lord, but to the servant
They for morrow spoketh of returning.
Francis: Good sirs, my mind move swiftly in reverse
On ailerons of joyous memory to that time
When we all, amid the acclimation of the people,
Did proclaim the joyous gospel to all
Which Lord Caesare to anticipating ears sendeth.
My soul overflows, when I reminisce
The rapture that spoke in stentorian tones
And with great oratorical skills
Did ever underline the proper pauses.
Swiftly did I perceive in what great positions
Our allies did form before the stand.
Quin: But virtuous sir, I thought seeing in each eye
Avarice which bodes great ill.
(Sanford Enters)
Quin: Unless their ravenous aspirations are satiated
By stomachs stuffed from bureaucracy's table.
If this insight does not confute fact
It diviningly points to a clutter most sharp
To don the discarded garments of those who at present
Do leech the life-giving blood from my downtrodden people.
Sanford: Indeed they will tumble hard
And why not sayeth to me? it is all part of the play!
(Francis to Sanford): Govern thy tongue! which wags thoughtlessly as before.
'Twould seem that everything which procedeth from it,
Gushes out utterances of nature uncouth
Which garbs foolishness in ragged clothing.
(Quin to Francis): And yet M'lord, the inner bowels of mine
Insights doeth afflict me with the terror
That in the babbles this boy hath uttered
Harsh and sour truth is deeply ingrained.
Francis: Ease thy heart, His Lordship hath ascertained that all those
Who in lengthy time hath made these lands their abode
Are stained by greed , which like deceiving mirrors
Ensorcell their eyes with lies and mislead their judgments
Therefore hence it were better from distant lands to bringeth
More enlightened souls to occupy positions of import
Until that time we shall bid thee farewell
And leave thy affairs in thine own hands
Which will create a great and blissful state!
Sanford: A blissful state?! Surely thou jests!
For I foresee these brutes bouncing on trees
Feasting on dirty fruits and like savages
Dress themselves in filthy loincloths!
Quin: It were well! then! Those wolves who dwelleth amongst us,
While spewing words of love, wily do plan
To ensnare us with trickery and strike us down!
(Quin exits)
(Francis to Sanford): I must in frankness voice to thee my thoughts
Concerning the strenuous relation which doth seem
Can be likened to a vessel with strained ropes
Amidst a storm are in the verge of snapping.
Between thee and him. Thou, mine eye doth speak,
Art like an explosive poised for enkindling
When he looses temper and like a chert
Sparketh it to fiery bursting worketh!
Francis - Local Governor
Quin - Provincial Delegate
Sanford - Minister
Horton - Aide
Scene I
(Francis Soliloquizes)
Francis: Methinks he who wore the Laurel wreath
Of olden times did wisely penned:
"The crowned head doth an uneasy burden carry"
The color of his musings doeth amazes
Filling my head with vistas of wonder at his full
Perceiving of those of unhappy stock
With great burden doth carry
Upon the weary backs of troubled persons
Whom the cruel mistress of fate did ordain
To, like the equids, persevering day by day
Carry a loathsome weight, conceived of cares
Which wraps itself in stately affairs.
When in the Curia I did take part,
Like to a fish in a vast ocean,
I did frolic, having no care,
Saw nothing to deter the pleasures of each day.
But now before mine eyes looms a tower most high
Matters of great import to the offices of state
Which I must hastily and wisely solve
Without the melody of the equin's chime to allure mine ear.
On whose wisdom should I now rely?
Whose virtue concerning dire matters, can I put trust?
Shall I aimlessly use Quin as a walking cane
On which to hold-on to, as on my sojourn I fumble?
Or shall I give ears to those implanted
Behind the lectern of offices, with insight loaded
And ready for battle, when I will reveal
The edict wise, by virtue crafted?
'Tis lamentable that I must do battle with friends,
Who art enchanted with the deceptive foe,
And through long association they be inflicted
By ideas both insidious and loathsome.
Of those who pilfer through legal means
A means to keep their vile stomachs full
I must caution take, for it appears to me
That lengthened and continuous transgression of the law
Impaireth their morals for all but coins,
Hence devious entrapment might be the object
To which their lying mouths would cunningly guide
That from tumult, gold might they reap.
Alas, what to mine eyes saw as merely a puny state
Now approacheth up tremendously before my sight,
And like the mother hen with her young
Must under mine care each day enwing
And from the vultures with feasting eyes
Shield and nourish, till in maturity they blossom.
But this mandate! I must wisely choose
Such amenable persons as will our desires worketh;
For I ken not what seeds implanted deep
Inside the inept minds such of those
soon assembling to craft laws to remedy
The dire necessities of our shamed empire.
I think mayhap, that core of self were implanted
Within the bosoms of those who in length of time
Have fortune made at the empire's expense;
Which from sapling plants grew into a mighty forest
That cloaks behind its trees justice honeyed
So downreaching within their shadows that even
The glorious sun of justice pierces their leaves not.
For such saintly charity does not yearn,
And yet before my sight I see a workmanship
Which of zealous earnestness were begotten;
Yet since lesson's perfect labor is finished,
The sinew to dark shadows I'll weave.
But to mine bed I shalt retire for now.
The morrow may feed upon my cares when it's sown.
(Francis retires)
Scene II
Francis: My good sir, uncertainty to my mind
Is a great sore, which like a grave malady,
Doth spreads itself until the physician's instruments
With keen incision shall the tumor be removed.
Therefore I must play this game and hit
The enemy in his vulnerable parts.
His Lordship Caesare, from the caverns of wisdom in his mind,
Hath crafted with his lordly hand,
A policy which we must swiftly enact,
Amid the merciless jests of all who had long
Watched the instruments of the nefarious mind
Excluding only such as offices seeketh.
Horton: My lord, thy countenance doth seem to heed woo
And my strict learning commands me to obey,
But 'twere act from dense presumption conceived
To, from my humble station, advice bestow.
(Sanford Enters)
Sanford: Well m'lord, outside the yonder door doth stand
Two gentlemen who maketh the claim
That they be expected at this present time
To consort with thee on some public matter.
Francis: Hold sir! govern thy tongue, for it imprudently wags
To weave crafts of little value
It were well to control it lest ye be like
A small stone, lodging into a great contraption may
Dire outcomes cause to the workings of state.
(Sanford exits)
Horton: Good sir, quick I pray thee do come
To yonder chamber and with courteous demeanor
Lead those ministers with all haste
Unto our company, when I will expunge
The impishness, by subtle words garbed with smiles.
(Quin enters)
Quin: Honorable lord, I hath shut mine ears
But Sanford like to a horse neighed
And I feebly did hear his words perturb,
Which seemingly hurls insults in thy aspect.
And hurl disdain upon our noble men.
If sweet accord shall lend her helping hand
I fear that this boor must leave hence
For he doth ruse us with his insolent mouth!
Francis: Patience good sir. listen not to empty rambling;
It falls upon one's hearing, and then it goes;
'Tis but a gust of wind which into nothingness
Doth dissipates. Can thou discern it
And say it is here? Alas, it be like a
Celestial globe doth launch its heavenly way
And then it were gone. It was, but now it is not,
Hence it were inanity, nothingness to pursue.
Quin: Thy wisdom falls upon mine hearing
Like a sweet melody , as it flows from thy tongue;
But still the grief be remaining which the poisonous mouth
Hath greatly pricked upon my recollection.
However thou did sayeth: a spoken thought be dead.
Mayhap this be so, but in the bosom of a man,
There lumbers deep a memory, graced indeed,
Of those that came before us to that long abode
Where, be it lingering shadows which abound,
Or lucent lights with heavenly rays,
Yet death hath not blotted out from the mind's eye
The imagery which the Almighty engraved there.
(Horton Enters)
Horton: The pair are gone, m'lord, but to the servant
They for morrow spoketh of returning.
Francis: Good sirs, my mind move swiftly in reverse
On ailerons of joyous memory to that time
When we all, amid the acclimation of the people,
Did proclaim the joyous gospel to all
Which Lord Caesare to anticipating ears sendeth.
My soul overflows, when I reminisce
The rapture that spoke in stentorian tones
And with great oratorical skills
Did ever underline the proper pauses.
Swiftly did I perceive in what great positions
Our allies did form before the stand.
Quin: But virtuous sir, I thought seeing in each eye
Avarice which bodes great ill.
(Sanford Enters)
Quin: Unless their ravenous aspirations are satiated
By stomachs stuffed from bureaucracy's table.
If this insight does not confute fact
It diviningly points to a clutter most sharp
To don the discarded garments of those who at present
Do leech the life-giving blood from my downtrodden people.
Sanford: Indeed they will tumble hard
And why not sayeth to me? it is all part of the play!
(Francis to Sanford): Govern thy tongue! which wags thoughtlessly as before.
'Twould seem that everything which procedeth from it,
Gushes out utterances of nature uncouth
Which garbs foolishness in ragged clothing.
(Quin to Francis): And yet M'lord, the inner bowels of mine
Insights doeth afflict me with the terror
That in the babbles this boy hath uttered
Harsh and sour truth is deeply ingrained.
Francis: Ease thy heart, His Lordship hath ascertained that all those
Who in lengthy time hath made these lands their abode
Are stained by greed , which like deceiving mirrors
Ensorcell their eyes with lies and mislead their judgments
Therefore hence it were better from distant lands to bringeth
More enlightened souls to occupy positions of import
Until that time we shall bid thee farewell
And leave thy affairs in thine own hands
Which will create a great and blissful state!
Sanford: A blissful state?! Surely thou jests!
For I foresee these brutes bouncing on trees
Feasting on dirty fruits and like savages
Dress themselves in filthy loincloths!
Quin: It were well! then! Those wolves who dwelleth amongst us,
While spewing words of love, wily do plan
To ensnare us with trickery and strike us down!
(Quin exits)
(Francis to Sanford): I must in frankness voice to thee my thoughts
Concerning the strenuous relation which doth seem
Can be likened to a vessel with strained ropes
Amidst a storm are in the verge of snapping.
Between thee and him. Thou, mine eye doth speak,
Art like an explosive poised for enkindling
When he looses temper and like a chert
Sparketh it to fiery bursting worketh!
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