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Excerpt: ...the appetite for death. I have held myself too lightly, I have gone too willingly to the arms of a chance lover. Now there must be blood to sweeten the kisses. THE PRINCE. Do … More...

Excerpt: ...the appetite for death. I have held myself too lightly, I have gone too willingly to the arms of a chance lover. Now there must be blood to sweeten the kisses. THE PRINCE. Do you wish this fellow killed? THE QUEEN. Or you. It makes no difference-not the least. What are my kisses, that I should be careful to whom they go? THE PRINCE. You speak strangely, and I hardly know you. I have come back as a lover and not as a butcher. THE QUEEN. My whim has changed-I am in the mood for butchers, now. THE PRINCE. Say but one word to show that you still love me! THE QUEEN. I have no word to say. THE PRINCE. Doubt makes my sword heavy. . . . THE FOOL. And have you nothing to say to me? THE QUEEN. You remind me. Come. I must finish what I have begun. She kisses him on the mouth-the third kiss. THE PRINCE. (covering his eyes) It is I that am mad. THE FOOL. Come, if you are not afraid. They go out, the Prince giving one long look at the Queen, whose face remains hard. It has become a dark twilight. THE QUEEN. They told me that love was like this-but I laughed, and did not believe. The old woman comes in. THE QUEEN. I have sent him out to die. THE OLD WOMAN. The fool? THE QUEEN. No, no, no, my lover, my beloved. I tortured him and denied him, and sent him out to die. THE OLD WOMAN. It is well enough. Death is among us again, and the old times have come back. There are sounds of fighting, and the women wait in silence. Then the sounds cease, and slowly the soldiers bear in a dead body, which they lay on the steps. They affix torches to either side of the palace door, and go out. THE FOOL. (going up to the Queen, and holding out his sword to her, hilt-foremost) I have done your bidding, and slain a brave man. Bid some one take this sword and slay me. THE OLD WOMAN. What a faint heart you are! The fool''s cap is on you still. Put back your sword in your scabbard. You will make a soldier yet. THE QUEEN. You are a brave man. Put back your sword in your scabbard,... Floyd Dell, Books, History, King Arthur's Socks And Other Village Plays Books>History, General Books LLC<

ISBN: 9781153634403

Excerpt: ...the appetite for death. I have held myself too lightly, I have gone too willingly to the arms of a chance lover. Now there must be blood to sweeten the kisses. THE PRINCE. Do … More...

Excerpt: ...the appetite for death. I have held myself too lightly, I have gone too willingly to the arms of a chance lover. Now there must be blood to sweeten the kisses. THE PRINCE. Do you wish this fellow killed? THE QUEEN. Or you. It makes no difference-not the least. What are my kisses, that I should be careful to whom they go? THE PRINCE. You speak strangely, and I hardly know you. I have come back as a lover and not as a butcher. THE QUEEN. My whim has changed-I am in the mood for butchers, now. THE PRINCE. Say but one word to show that you still love me! THE QUEEN. I have no word to say. THE PRINCE. Doubt makes my sword heavy. . . . THE FOOL. And have you nothing to say to me? THE QUEEN. You remind me. Come. I must finish what I have begun. She kisses him on the mouth-the third kiss. THE PRINCE. (covering his eyes) It is I that am mad. THE FOOL. Come, if you are not afraid. They go out, the Prince giving one long look at the Queen, whose face remains hard. It has become a dark twilight. THE QUEEN. They told me that love was like this-but I laughed, and did not believe. The old woman comes in. THE QUEEN. I have sent him out to die. THE OLD WOMAN. The fool? THE QUEEN. No, no, no, my lover, my beloved. I tortured him and denied him, and sent him out to die. THE OLD WOMAN. It is well enough. Death is among us again, and the old times have come back. There are sounds of fighting, and the women wait in silence. Then the sounds cease, and slowly the soldiers bear in a dead body, which they lay on the steps. They affix torches to either side of the palace door, and go out. THE FOOL. (going up to the Queen, and holding out his sword to her, hilt-foremost) I have done your bidding, and slain a brave man. Bid some one take this sword and slay me. THE OLD WOMAN. What a faint heart you are! The fool''s cap is on you still. Put back your sword in your scabbard. You will make a soldier yet. THE QUEEN. You are a brave man. Put back your sword in your scabbard,... Floyd Dell, Books, History, King Arthur's Socks And Other Village Plays Books>History <

ISBN: 9781153634403

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