1824 - 2024
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epistle to a friend in answer
to some lines Exhorting the Author
to be Cheerful, and to Banish Care
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Cast
Lord Byron
Joe Murray
a Lady (in non-material form)
Boatswain - a dog
Scrope Berdmore Davies
John Cam Hobhouse
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1811, it's a long lonely night at Newstead – Byron is poking the fire
B: “Oh! Banish care – such ever be the motto of thy revelry!"
Boatswain barks
B: There there, my bestest rogue – we are but insects compared to thee (tickles his ears) - “Oh banish care" – what in God's teeth does it mean? To assume a demeanour of merriment, get blindly drunk? - I long to get drunk with Walter Scott and perhaps Hazlitt – he’ll come round after a gallon of Rhenish
Murray is shuddering while pouring the port
B: Zounds! what ails thee my good fellow?
M: If it pleases your Lordship – the mention of insects sets my stomach a-churning
B: Oh quite! The ancestral pet cricket scandals of the 1770 – 80’s! – console yourself, my fine fellow - pour yourself a large one
M obliges
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B(deeply sighs): Murray – do you perchance ever yearn for times past?
M: Mother of God no, my Lord
B: Why so?
M: The port was always empty
B: Such is my inheritance of woes - heigh ho
M: Surely my Lord – if I could sue for pardon – there be still wassail nights ahead – where your Lordship could renew those riotous delights, wherewith the Children of Despair lull the lone heart
B: I thank you for your encouragement, my old, somewhat eloquent retainer – but I feel no inclination to banish care, it looks so well on me – does it not?
M: A knitted brow becomes you my Lord
B: Quite – (gets up and looks out at his frozen lake) – Not in morn’s reflecting hour, when present, past, and future lower, when all I loved is changed or gone, mock with such taunts the woes of one, whose every thought – but de damned to it! - let them pass
M: Will that be all, my Lord?
B: Thank you Murray – you may now take a bath in the freezing air
Murray bows and recedes
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SCENE 2
Byron, still perplexed, is at his writing desk when Hobhouse is announced
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B: Devilish early hour this Hobby
H: I could barely sleep for the impudent counsel I proffered last night – sink me! - I almost expected to be shot in my bed or mauled by the wolf
B: It also cost me a decent nights sleep you dog!– what the devil did you mean? “motto of thy revelry” – you produced sensations of - er - guilt? - in me – as though I should focus on my estates and get some exercise
H: It was oafish of me – I only wished to cheer you from the frozen scene at dinner last night – you said not a word – everybody was talking about it over port and cigars – it has the makings of a minor local scandal
B (ferocious): I’ve seen my bride another’s bride! - have seen her seated by his side! – worse yet - have seen the infant, which she bore, wear the sweet smile the mother wore when she and I in youth had smiled (pokes fire) - as fond and faultless as her child
H (guilty): Well, plant my face! I knew not! – never having had such feelings myself of l..
B(thunders): By all the powers that men revere, by all unto thy bosom dear, thy joys below, thy hopes above! Hobby! - speak - speak of anything but love!
H: I shall never attempt a parliamentary rouser again - Byron, your misery is making me deuced uncomfortable
B: Indeed - there is little in my tale that which better bosoms would bewail. But mine has suffer’d more than well ‘twould suit philosophy to tell
H: Cracking fire – sea-coal?
B: Damned expensive – nearly choked me t’other night
H: Let us return to London my friend – you shall be distracted from your inextinguishable love for a now-married distant cousin – a round of plays, milliners and hazard will set everything right - and Scrope is anxious to see you
B (delighted): Scrope! That singular jester! How it would do my heart good to get facetious with him at the Cocoa Tree – splendid plan Hobhouse! To pack! (calls out) Murray!
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B and H leave for London - Murray, still naked, returns to his bathing ritual
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SCENE 3
The Cocoa Tree – a gentlemen’s club in St. James
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SBD: Byron! Why you look like you’ve had a stroke! (hands him a platter of cold meats and cheeses)
B & H sit with SBD – B refuses all sustenance except Champagne and lettuce – B still in a funk
SBD(distressed): Had a bad time in the country my friend? Rents not being paid? Pipes leaking? Cellar creaking?
H: er – trouble with a callow passion I’m afraid Scrope
B(to himself): I have seen her eyes, in cold disdain ask if I felt no secret pain! – good god!! - And I have acted well my part – and made my cheek belie my heart
SBD: The wisest play my friend – show them you care not
B: In sooth, I return’d the freezing glance she gave - yet felt the while that woman’s slave
SBD and H look at each other affrightedly
SBD: Let’s go to the ballet eh Byron? – damned pretty girls what?
H: Excellent idea – call a Hackney – I’ll just finish this fine ham hock
B: Time has not made me love the less – (rises from Regency era club chair) - but let this pass - I’ll whine no more, Nor seek again an eastern shore; The world befits a busy brain,– I’ll hie me to its haunts again!
SBD: Proper order my Lord! We’ll have you back gambling, drinking and whoring in jig time – and no more will your childish passion haunt you!
H (stuffing his pockets with various cheeses): Cab’s here!
B: Out into the Great World once again – one rank’d in some recording page with the worst anarchs of the age – (mutters to himself) - nor with the effect shall I forget the cause - (to SBD and H) Here’s to deepening crimes to suit the sablest of the times!
SBD & H: Huzzah!
The three friends launch towards Drury Lane and the delights of the Town
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