CW: Shakespearean bawdiness!
****Act 1 ****
——Scene 1——
(Enter Lord FARRINGTON and Sir MONTRAY, two young lords of lofty houses, both in a drunken, rambunctious state of dishevelment and good humour.)
FARRINGTON
This night have I been greatly entertained
with such delightful hospitality
delivered with such grace and charm and wit…
(Farrington stumbles drunkenly.)
MONTRAY
Good faith, dear Farrington, we have been charmed,
Such hospitality knoweth no bounds,
Nor bonds nor aught which blindly binds a man.
FARRINGTON
Yet, binding bonds do bringeth pleasuring,
Or hath the lovely Kitty lost her skill?
MONTRAY
The lady hath not lost her touch, good sir.
Thy skill with words rivals the Puck himself,
Yet wager I, my tongue could turn the tide.
FARRINGTON
Methinks thy wit doth rival Falstaff’s own,
Though I must boast my swordplay leaveth more
Maidens breathless, than thine oral discourse!
MONTRAY
In language of passion, mine friend, I speak
Volumes without a single uttered word.
(Enter MARCUS, a young gentleman, armed with a bouquet of daffodils.)
MARCUS Good evening sirs.
MONTRAY Or is it good morrow?
FARRINGTON Or good morning?
MONTRAY Or even good day, sir?
MARCUS Good day to you, sir.
(He bows and makes to leave.)
FARRINGTON Nay, tarry a while.
Where art thou going at this crudest hour?
MONTRAY
Surely the lad doth seek his own fine bed?
FARRINGTON
Certain doth he not seek mine, nor thine.
MONTRAY
Nor Kat’s for she doth not forsooth consort
With mewling pups still wet behind the ears.
FARRINGTON
E’en pups so armed with limp daffodil spears.
MONTRAY
Better he brought his sword for poor Kitty.
Methinks limp leaves will not be well received.
(MARCUS endeavours to push past them again.)
MONTRAY But hold, young sir!
FARRINGTON Pray, heed to us no mind.
We mean no harm and truly we do jest.
Wither dost thou go so prettily armed?
Faith! Dost thou seek to slay a maiden’s heart?
MONTRAY
Or p’rhaps to make a conquest of the mother?
FARRINGTON
Or vanquish maid and mother with thy blade.
MARCUS
Do stand aside and let me pass today,
For no quarrel have I with you good sirs.
MONTRAY No quarrel with us?
FARRINGTON The lad would need a stick.
MONTRAY
Indeed, a stick to poke, alas poor boy.
Methinks thou needest ale to summon up
The courage that thy loins do surely lack!
Come, come, I know a place where striplings all
May wet their wicks and loosen up their tongues.
FARRINGTON
Aye, come, dear boy, we know the place full well.
MARCUS
I’ll naught be mov’d by thee, good sirs, indeed.
Forsooth, I know not either one by name.
FARRINGTON
(Flourishing a bow.)
Lord Henry Farrington we are well met.
And this my friend Sir Monray and thou art?
(Monray flourishes a greater bow and nearly topples to the ground.)
MARCUS
O steady Sir! Thou stumblest on thy feet.
My name be Marcus, and we are well met
Though I be young, I naught am idle headed,
To follow where two sots would have me led.
FARRINGTON
I do believe the whelp hath called us fools?
MONTRAY
But who’s the fool? The one that follows the fool?
Or foolish, youths who fools the fooled fool.
FARRINGTON
Montray, I beg you cease! Thou spaketh no sense.
And now my mind is muddled even more.
MONTRAY
Come now, good fool, let us swiftly depart.
FARRINGTON
Agreed Montray, and come my youthful friend
Let us go now and swiftly take our leave.
MARCUS Nay, nay!
MONTRAY But aye,
FARRINGTON Forsooth, art thou a horse?
Come, come, we have the beast to bear the load.
MONTRAY
What say he make the two backed beast this eve
Yon Kitty knows it best how ‘tis be done.
(They each grasp MARCUS by the arm and drag him off stage with great revelry and song.)
****Act 2*****
——Scene 1——
(Enter KITTY, a blowsy wench of ill repute.)
KITTY
This Kitty cat doth sharpen needle claws
But sheath’d at first beneath her velvet paws
Come shadow’d night where lusty laughter lies
There the truth and hidden tales arise
With every whispered sigh and ardent plea,
Men spill their stories all unwittingly.
And like a spider, cunningly I weave
A silken web their secrets to relieve.
With honeyed tongue and whisper'd promises
I play them each with upturn'd skirts and kisses
To lure from one and all their inmost thoughts
And with each little death their secret bought
From their wealth, their honour— what a jest!
Their secrets lie with me. What I do best
To spin their words from breath to coin of gold
By off’ring to reveal what I’ve been told.
This in my bawdy trade, my cunning plot,
Shadow’d confessions stolen from the sot.
I name my price for that which I conceal
And if thou shalt not pay I dost reveal.
(Enter FARRINGTON, MONTRAY and MARCUS each one suffering the effects of too much wine.)
MONTRAY
Good morrow lady Kitty dost thou rise
E’en ‘fore the cockrel crows into the skies?
FARRINGTON
Pray silence Montray, words be swordsmenlike
That thrust and parry, fences on my pate.
MARCUS O woe is me!
KITTY La child! ‘Tis naught all gloom.
MARCUS
O woe, my head, my heart, all fill’d with doom!
KITTY
Poor lad, why such a longish pallid face?
Share sorrows with the Kitty’s genteel grace.
MARCUS
My love to wed this morn and be I here
Naught there, where I wouldst wanting rather be.
KITTY
Take thee this cup of wine to ease the brain.
Do come with me, mine ear will wear your pain
Good, gentle sir, pray spake and spill a more.
Whilst I caress affectionate amore.
(She leadeth Marcus away, and they exit.)
MONRAY
Mine addlepated friend come share this mead
To chase away the pounding of thy head.
We two must lift our cup to toast aright
Successful ventures ventured this night.
(They drink, then exit)
——Scene 2——
(Enter DAPHNE, a beauteous child in the first blossom of womanhood, and her NURSE, a crone well withered past girlhood.)
DAPHNE
Aye me! For sooth, pray tell where is my love?
Who promised to spirit me away.
NURSE
Mayhap it seems, unless the lad be ghost
His constancy be called uncertainty.
DAPHNE
But nay, good nurse, speak not such gross untruth!
Mine love will see me ‘ere the day is dawned
I must believe in his unwav’ring heart
Thy wav’ring faith shall best be unbelieved.
NURSE
Come, thou shouldst turn thy heart to Alaric
DAPHNE
I beg thee not to speak that name to me.
Mine Marcus is the soul of constant love.
NURSE
This morn hath not proved his constancy!
Attend my words and listen to my speech
Thy father knowest best what shalt be done
DAPHNE
I’ll not be swayed by censure from thy lips.
(A knocking is heard)
Be still, and hark! Marcus cometh anon.
(Enter LUCIAN, an upright man of fickle fortune, father to DAPHNE.)
LUCIAN
God’s breath, child mine! Where be thy wedding dress?
The time upon us now we must away.
Alaric awaits, thou shalt not tardy be,
The friar’s paid by hour not by day.
DAPHNE
I beg thee Father, tarry moments more
My flutt’ring heart bird-like within my breast.
LUCIAN
The banns are read and all assembled be
Awaiting for the wedding and the feast.
This match is sound, contracted with due care,
So heed good daughter, wisdom I impart.
Resist it not, this meddling match is made
Without concern of favour from thine heart.
DAPHNE
Father, pray, I beg thee! Heed my tears.
A wife is but another word for slave!
LUCIAN
Daughter, I shall not hark thy pleading words.
Thy groom awaits thee, hasten to the nave.
(LUCIAN exits angrily.)
NURSE
Thou shouldst not court thy Father’s fierce ire,
But cultivate an innocence of eyes.
For so thy Father wilt to not suspect
The plot that thee did cleverly devise.
E’en still I must counsel for thee caution.
Thy gentle lad be naught within thy sight.
Absence maketh the heart to grow more fond,
(Aside)
Or else the knave absconded in the night.
(Exit)
****Act 3****
——Scene 1——
(Enter FARRINGTON and MONTRAY supporting an inebriated MARCUS.)
MARCUS
Be still yon stormy seas that toss the earth
To swell and surge beneath my merry feet.
A jig, good sir, come dance with me this day
My legs, like reeds in winds do bend and bow.
Pray thee friend do keep me from the ground
And join the ditty thou taught me so well.
(Singing)
My wick is dry, my wick is wet
To light the flame come wet my wick.
FARRINGTON
Thine voice, like harpies claws, doth shred my soul,
Like cockr’l boasting of his might deeds.
Pray cease thy caterwauling with the sun,
Mine head is not attached at the nape
And verily it thunders with the sound.
MONTRAY
Do hush thee both, thy singing and complaint.
(A church bell sounds.)
Harken, the bells they toll for reaping souls.
FARRINGTON
Forsooth, they toll for death by wedded bliss.
Alas, yon knave lost freedom for a kiss!
MONTRAY
As trapped as flies in honey, he shall be.
Unsnar’d, we three, enjoy our liberty.
FARRINGTON
He be dog-yoked, led hither by the neck,
And we, unchain’d, roam freely without check.
(Enter DAPHNE, dressed in wedding finery on the arm of ALARIC.)
MARCUS
O, woe this day! My darling Daphne comes
In fine’ry, gilt and glowing like the sun.
Yet hollowed orbs excoriate and chide.
O, Daphne, dost thou now denounce our love?
ALARIC
Who dares address my lady fair this day?
DAPHNE
Marcus, forsooth thou hast forsaken me.
MARCUS O, nay! I’d ne’er
DAPHNE But aye! Thou hast forsooth.
Where didst thou go that keepest me from thee?
ALARIC
Thou art a cockered, tickle-brained cur,
Unworthy of the lady’s gaze or thought!
Begone thou ill bred inchworm ‘neath mine feet
Withdraw thy hand at once or raise thy sword!
MARCUS
I heft my sword and thrust my blade, behold!
(He waveth the bouquet of daffodils menacingly.)
ALARIC
(Laughing uproariously.)
Thy blade is wilted, withered at the core.
MONTRAY
(An urgent whisper.)
Yon blooms be not a match for hardened steel!
FARRINGTON
O, pray, pup! Put the blooming spears aside.
MARCUS
Dear Daphne, daffodils do bloom for thee.
DAPHNE
Thou doest bloom late for ne’er can be undone
The word and vow uttered under duress.
I beg thee leave before thy blood is spilled.
ALARIC
Shall I to test thy metal, man to man?
FARRINGTON
Good sir, the boy hath wet his wick just once,
Though thou doest keen propose a tempting tryst,
The lad must keep his sword within its sheath
For fear he must thee sadly disappoint.
MONTRAY
We must away, and bid good day to thee.
MARCUS
Nay, sir! I’ll not away without my love.
Unhand me now that I might love to prove.
ALARIC
Such love you prove is worth its weight in swill.
Set down thy blossom blade or loose thy head.
MONTRAY
Do, come away no lass is worth thy life.
FARRINGTON
Indeed, thou cannot take this man’s new wife.
Good day, good sir, I give to you my leg.
MARCUS
Thou shalt not leave! Daphne, I plead and beg!
MONTRAY
Leave off, desist, refrain from further course.
FARRINGTON
This man hath willingly taken your noose.
(Exit ALARIC and DAPHNE.)
MARCUS
O, bitter fate! That love’s sweet flower’s plucked
Whilst debauchering in mire have I lain!
For thou art not good friends indeed to me.
Advice and avarice has led to pain.
FARRINGTON
Pain has a cure, a remedy of sorts.
MONTRAY
Indeed we have the cure for all that ails.
FARRINGTON
Mistress Kitty knoweth it by heart.
MONTRAY
For thus the cure is sure and never fails
MARCUS
Nay, tempting as thy offer is to be,
There naught can be to ease my pain and strife
For with the spearing daffodils I vow
To pierce mine heart and deftly take my life.
(MARCUS crushes the blooms unto his breast.)
FARRINGTON
Zounds! Now that death is satisfied in full,
Shall we away to Kitty for the cure?
MARCUS
Aye me, now dead and do not feel aught else.
No breath escape the lips to sigh and moan
So wetted wicks will wither whence they came
Love’s lost so long and flaccid here I groan.
MONTRAY
We three to Kitty’s bower will we scamper
For sure to drink the poison and the cure.
Come lad, a wetted wick will well withstand
The slings and arrows love cannot endure.
(They exit.)
Author's note. My apologies for poor iambic pentameter, poor formatting, rhyme and rhythm.
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7 comments
Wow !!! A story in rhyme !!! Splendid work, Michelle !
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Thanks. Not sure how splendid, and not always in rhyme either. But fun to twist my brain around… thanks for reading
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Forsooth for shame can't rhyme or rhythm for talent more thou hath been given.
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I thank thee for thy complement. Haha, thy rhyme is most sublime.
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Nicely done. It sounds like Shakespeare. Great story.
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Excellent work capturing the spirit and style of Shakespeare. No need to apologize, you pay great homage and honors to the Bard and the theatre arts. Bravo!
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Thanks, for reading. It was a fun challenge. Something quite out of my comfort zone.
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