The Bard and the Ball: Act One, Scene Two

   I will figure out how to link these together as they come out serialized. The old dog can yet learn tricks, if they hold still long enough.

Act One, Scene Two

Dramatis Personae

The Constable of Brock

Elmer, a Fan

Judith, a Fan

The Crowd

Judith: 'Ere he runs, again. Marked him when he came?

Elmer: Marked him, who? Who marked him, when? When marked him, why? When knew why to mark him, how  many saw to say?

Judith: The Goodman of the Court; marked his gray hair and thousand-lined brow, himself the ancient of days and still he saunters abroad the hardwood now?

Elmer: Aye, marked him in demarche, his entry splendid still, lean body and steely eye.

Judith: Then, missed him altogether, you did. His knees a-wilted now, on the left side, so that his steps reproach the stairs.

Elmer: His lungs are true and his heart strong.

Judith: He is the same one; a fortnight of years ago, at the King's Tournament, banished the Queen's own minister from courtside for foul language; banished him beyond the moat, yea, and raised a bridge in duration.

Elmer: I heard it.

Judith: Banished, exiled, strew abroad, the Queen's own courtman and left the semis to the youngman by his side. The Queen's men lost by two in OT, when Rosman Woodley, then a player but since knighted and to the Tower sent, dropped a three, ere his slipper found the arc-line, two, no three steps distant from. The Queen lost, her minister set outside in the third session.

Elmer: I heard it.

Judith: That is the goodman of the court, he with your sound wind and true heart. He made his bones that day but many were the ones who thought the Queen or the crowd would break them for him, break his bones and tear his flesh and on the spot.

Elmer: What stayed them? What kept him aright to walk here this day in the King's tournament again?

Judith: The King and Queen, it's said, were bet, one against the other, and the King, our saintly Lord, demanded a fair game, no bullies ner antics of legendermain.

Elmer: No, but what was his instrument? The King ne'er come to the courtside, save for the open tip on the first day and to award the Stag's Head to the Last Day's Champion.

Judith: Seeth the constable?

Elmer: That porlty man, whose belly strains his belt?

Judith: Eye hath seen, marry, and I had seen him that day. He flung his bulk 'twixt the goodman and the madded crowd. Lost some flesh but kept his office and repaid his belly, twice over, once again, and more.

The crowd screams.

Elmer: He may reprise his role today. The crowd grows anxious.

Judith: It is the frequency of the whistles.

Elmer: It is the imbalance of calls on the Queen's end.

Judith: It is the quality of both, or lack of same in each.

Elmer: Sadly, silent, watch. The constable fingers his mace and eyes the crowd, no good will come this way.

Judith: Sadly, true, bunch together with me and so to the concessions stand. My throat wants a mead and my belly some buttery corn.

Elmer: Safer there, for my skin, but death for my purse. Hast seen their prices? And in a recession?

Judith: 'Tis a pity. Now pay up, or it's the couch for you, 'till you think times are better.

They Exit. The Constable Stands. The Crowd roars, as before.

2 thoughts on “The Bard and the Ball: Act One, Scene Two”

  1. Chris,
    They are from Johnson county, over near Godley, though I think most of them live yonder to Joshua. Wild people. I think we should have a metal detector up before we let them in our gym.

Leave a Comment

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.