LAVOYAGE

LAVOYAGE

A Stage Play by Caleb Boese
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An experiment in tragedy for me.

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 ACT I, SCENE I

ANTIOCH, bodies line the street, occasional blasts of fighting.
 
Henri:     Gefroy! take care to your backside, you'll do
              No good with an iron spine inside you.
              [ thrusts, killing a soldier ]
Gefroy:    Did you, for one moment, begin to think
              That I could not defeat the dirty slim?
              Lo and behold, and the truth divulg'd to me.
              You think me weak?
Henri:                                        Come taste my steel and see.
Gefroy:    Believe I that steels not quite for the taste
              Suppos'd and form'd from the quickly silver.
              'Tis hot, Henri, the steel is hot, 'tis hot.
Henri:     You mock me and I let you. Such is life.
              Come to the fray, and waste away the day.
              [ exeunt all; enter General Lachaude, Lavoyage with soldiers ]
Lachaude: We are but men at arms with them, agreed?
Lavoyage: Yes, sir, true it surely is. Yes.
Lachaude:                                           Then how
               Bless'd by kindest fortune's hands be we when,
               Our Rapier's kiss hath rended them less arm'd.
               Battle's won, Lavoyage, and here I stand,
               Helm'd at it all. Were it not for tactic,
               Perhaps we should sip of darkness tonight.
               Instead, limitless ale pervades our mind -
               Go and tell the men we've won that
               hold here. I will go forth to France and spread
               the noble air, and tell the populace:
               a most deserving victory is ours.
               [ exeunt Lachaude and some soldiers ]
Lavoyage: (aside) Can sport that hunts itself contain valor?
               Is it thusly possible to play victor?
               I Pacify! The war's not won, but true,
               No better one to lose, than you, Urban.
               [ enter Henri and Gefroy and soldiers ]
Henri:       (to a soldier) Pennies' pity for a woman, no, no-
               'Pity not to pen her - hold her down, boy!'
               Cried he and so we did, and ho, ho, hah,
               The broad sure could run us all dry! Truth, truth.
Lavoyage: Your words bring a foul stench with you, Henri.
               Let it be known, men. Antioch's won.
               We'll trade our spears for ale and secret tears.
               Like those of most pure scent, from a flower,
               that pluck'd within the near sight of spring,
               gives off too quick in ill fore-sight.
Gefroy:     To our Crusades!
Lavoyage:                       (aside) Sins that God e'er forbade.
                [exeunt all]

© 2008 Caleb Boese


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