1824 - 2024
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Maid Of Athens -
Ere We Part
B
CAST
Maids of Athens – 3 Daughters/Divinities
Mother of the House
Lord Byron
J.C. Hobhouse
B
SCENE 1
A shady lemony courtyard in Athens
M: You are most welcome English milord and his little friend! Do you enjoy lemons?
H: Deucedly!
B: What a charming pensione – can we knock that wall through?
M: It’ll cost you
H: My good woman, as the wife of a deceased Englishman – you must understand his Lordship and I require regular tale-telling over cigars of an evening
B: Shush Hobby! - good god man - we are of course willing to pay for the sledgehammer
M: In that case – the transaction is acceptable (turns to the table) Lemonade?
H & B drink a jug full
B(to Hobby): Fletcher's gone back to one of his wives - and his beef cheeks - we must get our fine tapered fingers dirty Hobby - to work!! - step aside my good landlady – you will not take offence at our stripping to the waist to engage in this heavy labour?
M: But I have daughters – three – all as innocent as milk-white lambs!
H & B down tools
H: Yes?!
B(to Hobby): Oh give me back my sledgehammer – you gormless poltroon! Greece is paradise - I suspect the air will make me a poet yet – and is rotten with wild eyes like the roe
Mother eyes Byron’s gold tasselled uniform, thrown casually over the table
M: Well, not really - rare is the soft cheeks’ blooming tinge, tresses unconfined – never mind the zone-encircled waist
B (of course, piqued): You don’t say so – do such divinities exist?
M: You might have to wait for the Ægean wind – wooing has a minimum success rate at 42 ºC in the shade
H: We’ll bathe!
B (guffaws excessively): ‘Tis you my friend needs the sledgehammer – to remove your crusts – (to M) – I shall require bathing apparatus – salts, sponges, fine soap
M: As you say Milord – we will take our family repast at eve – when the lemons are on the wane - you will join us, yes?
H: Yes!
B: Most certainly
Both bow, knock heads
B
SCENE 2
Table covered in fine dining apparatus
H: Bumpers to you mine host! – this is a topping repast!
M: Please sit – my daughters will bring great platters of our unique cuisine, influenced by the Cosmopolitan environment we have here in Athens
Mother claps hands – the three divinities enter the room
H & B (impressed): Zoë mou, sas agapo!!
M(pleased): Eat, please, whatever you enjoy – did I mention my husband was an Englishman, awfully fond of Brown Sauce and Pots of fermented Barley?
B: That’ll do me – and some fish - take back the rest!
H: That Moussaka I long to taste!
Katinka bows and eyes H&B - with lids whose jetty fringe takes them aback
M: Ah! Love is alternate joy and woe – isn’t it though?
B: Somewhat (gnawing fishbone)
H: Can your charmers dance? I am a great admirer of native customs, frocks etc.
M: Teresa, Mariana, and Kattinka!!
T,M & K: Yes Mama?
M: Clear the table my doves – and we will get to know the nice gentlemen
Daughters clear table, bring great baskets of flowers and wine
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B
SCENE 3
Playing, singing and twirling by the three stunners has H&B dying with love
H: Zounds – this beats the Waltz hollow
B: The Waltz is obscene – should be banned – this (holds up arms) this! - is life!
M: I feel you belong here Milord – plus, a tan would do you no harm at all
B: I’d freckle! – and THAT’S not happening (calms down and smiles) Athens holds my heart and soul - can I cease to love thee – the town that is - No!
T,M & K: Will that be all Mama?
B: Ah! What words can never speak so well!
Daughters seem confused, jetty fringes fluttering
M: Take no offense – they need English lessons – or English husbands peut-etre?
H: I have a proper degree – from a fine University – perhaps I may be of assistance?
M(eyeing H’s non-gold-epauletted jacket): Appreciated – but I feel their grasp of punctuation and fine handwriting would be better served by Milord – (to B) – you could offer me, say, 500 of your English pounds to teach them?
B(gazing at the divinities): Pay? – You?! I owe about 30k back home!! – Mother is fit to slaughter me! - No – but I shall write a throwaway Ode to one of the Maids - which will live through the ages - despite much better stuff I shall later write
H & B get up to leave, kiss the hands of Mother, salute the Divinities
M(sighs): So be it – but give, oh give me back my sledgehammer!
H: We’re off - flying to Istambol – a thousand thanks (bows indistinctly)
B(to T,M & K): Think of me, sweetcheeks - when alone!
Mother and Divinities wave and weep, for a bit
H & B: Zoë mou, sas agapo!
B
END
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