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Cast

Joe Blacket

Tim Blacket

Lord Byron

Sir Ralph Milbanke

RC Dallas

SJ Pratt

Fletcher

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SCENE 1

 

 

1808 - workshop of the Blacket brothers, makers of Ladies Shoes - London

 

T: Joe!! Get thou head out of Eusebius's ‘Ecclesiastical History’ and Foxe’s ‘Martyrs’ 

J: Aye - I‘ve read all the saucy bits

T: It's The Season in town - all t' ladies will be wanting at least 10 pair of dancing slippers per week - tiny, pretty yokes with ribbons and buttons

J: Aye - we should be rich some day - considering they only last a single throttling of a prolonged Waltzing party

T: heh! right thou art brother! (high fives) - now, Joe where do ye be getting words like ‘prolonged' - ye must know your place - and not have yer ‘ead turned by books - stay at your trade and you will live a long and happy life - like all tradesmen of the early 19th century

J(sighs): ‘Twas Josephus started me off - on the wagon down from up North - and, to be sure, if I don't scribble my thoughts, I fear I‘ll go mad

T: Mad! Tradesmen don't go mad! we're too busy - here hold this last - lord above! we don't have twinkling little toes like these in Yorkshire (holds up tiny satin shoes) - imagine trying to catch a rutting sow in one of these!

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Enter a customer

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C: Here - you - shoemaker!

T: Aye my Lord?

C: I'm not a Lord - as yet -  but I have many milliners to provide for. I desire you to come now to my principal residence to have them all fitted for The Paphians Ball

T: Yes, Sir!! (T gathers lasts and follows)

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J ignores his lasts and gets to scribbling - attempts dramatic verse

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J: I must to William Merchant - a beneficent printer - to beg charity, for I must have a second income to support my infant daughter - sweet Mary! (looks at baby playing with ribbons in the fire basket) - I will be a poet - and wake up one day famous and rich!

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The drawing room of Samuel Jackson Pratt - aka Courtney Melmoth - writer of Puff & Doggerel and patron of affordable talent

 

SJP: Well done Mr. Blacket, I am impressed - to the point of considering you my proprietary genius - with the scribbles Mr. Merchant has sent me. I shall be able to patronise you - improve your health and living conditions for a pittance - which will, yet, - make me look good at literary evenings

Dallas: For an apprentice to the trade of shoemaking, quite as good as Chatterton, eh Pratt?

SJP: Or Harry White, perchance

J: Oh! Mr. Pratt - I  have many many more scribbles - enough to fill a Posthumous edition!

SJP: Astounding - I shall look forward to that, you would make a divine subject for subscription and biography- now - for introductions! - this is Mr. Dallas, another patron of the arts with a keen eye for a gratis copyright, and Sir Ralph Milbanke - his gamekeeper is your relation you know? - his daughter is very ‘blue' (winks) - and much in need of a poetic project

J: I am but overwhelmed with your kindness to me (hesitates) - tell me good sirs - could I put my little Mary through finishing school with my sales?

 

Eyebrows are raised

 

Dallas: er, lad - how old are you? - but 22 I believe - there's no money to be had in scribbling  - but with our combined patronage - you shall eat, be clothed and your little Mary will have jam for her tea

J(coughs and snivels): Oh - well, ‘tis good enough - else I live in poverty and want - even in the dancing slippers trade

Ralph: Young Blackett - the inhalation of horse glue at your lasts perchance has made you ill - take a cottage on my estate, where yourself  and Mary - who will grow to a shoemaking Sappho, by George! - will be lectured by my own Sapphic child who wanders from village to village hunting down sensitive poets - handsome, preferably - willing to hang off the hem of her skirts and thenceforth into eternity

Dallas: The bracing misery of our Northern coasts works marvels on that weak constitution Blacket - now! - off up North with our subscriptions in your pocket

SJP: I shall be supercilious in acquiring dedications for your first volume - ‘To the Duchess of So Much, the Right Honble. So-and-so, and Mrs. and Miss Somebody, these volumes are,’ &c. &c. - at least six families of distinction will share your plumes

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Joe waves goodbye, flush with pennies and hope

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SCENE 3
 

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1811, Dorants Hotel, Albemarle Street - Byron has returned from The East

 

B(reading the Courier): I see your and Pratt’s protégé Blacket the Cobbler is gone but left his all - I suppose we’ll find his relics in a stall

Dallas: humph! in spite of his rhymes - it is probably one of the instances where death has saved a man from damnation - albeit he be a mountebank on the other side of Styx

B: You were the ruin of that poor fellow amongst you: had it not been for his patrons, he might now have been in very good plight, in shoe -not verse- making (frowns over paper) - but you have made him immortal with a vengeance and made him the laughing stock of purgatory

Dallas: ‘Twas Pratt and Miss Milbanke in truth - they have spoilt some excellent shoemakers and been accessory to the poetical undoing of many of the industrious poor

B: Cruel patronage! to ruin a man at his calling! - any lowling at Newstead with notions - Old Joe sets to with a ladle - or - oft times - a cradle

Dallas: But still to business he held fast - and stuck to Phobus to the last  - as for character - he did not lack it - and if he did, ‘twere shame to Black it

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Fletcher enters with book 

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B: Oons - my, this is neat - well stitch’d, and Morocco bound

F: Sent expressly my Lord - ‘tis fresh from the Stationers’ Hall

B(opens book): “The Remains of Joseph Blackett" - Pratt!! - the ghoul! - Blacket barely cold in his grave! mmm (reads) - the tragedies are as rickety as if they had been the offspring of an Earl (closes book) - to recap - the publication is to provide for Mary Blacket, in many volumes, there's a dedication to a Miss Milbanke - (to Dallas) - tell Pratt to send the girl to her grace, the volumes to the grocer, and his dedication to the devil!

Dallas: Sweet Jesus - no Byron!! Sir Ralph's marketable daughter, who brought blue woollen stockings and sermons to the ailing bard - will be wroth - (stands over B threateningly) - and begin to hunt for another impoverished poet  (glares) in need of a ministering angel - and the irreligious farings of the Childe will n'er see the light of day

B: pfft! Dallas - unlike poor Blacket, I am exceptionally well-shod, have habitations of my own, and poverty is as vital an accessory to a young Gentleman as 20 pairs of nankeens - Miss Millstone, and her ‘Cottage of Friendship', can jog on

D: Forsooth you are right - an isolated Unitarian blue-stocking will certainly not desire to keep carnal - or any other type of companie - with a libertine as irredeemable as The Childe! (both snicker) - now, your portmanteau for Murray!

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D exits - doubts glance across B's brow

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