1824 - 2024
Fragment An Of Epistle to
Tom Moore
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Cast
Lord Byron
Tom Moore
JC Hobhouse
a waiter and a wine-bearing donkey
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SCENE 1
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The Dog & Duck public house, 1814
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B: I am really your “man of all measures”? Tom – damned fine compliment that –
M: ‘Twas more, as we say in Kerry, ‘your man’ – like, d’you know, ‘your man’ – d’you know? (takes snuff – admires new jacket)
B: Ah! The Erse!
M: D’you like my fine broth of a new jacket – my tailor said – could not but be delighted – said “Sure there’s not much of you there Mr. Moore! – we’ll have to make this cloth work hard to make the man! – (whistles) – charming
B: You should go to my tailor – he does not require payment
M(to waiter): Oysters! And Collar of Brawn – have you a wine list of sorts, somewhere, at all?
B(raises eyebrows): We require no advice from the cellar monkeys, my dear Moore, (to waiter) – we’ll take your liquids alphabetically my good man (waiter bows to ground)
B (raises glass to M): “If our weight breaks them down, and we sink in the flood, We are smother’d, at least, in respectable mud”
M(clinks glass): Mud in your eye my friend – but I have a wife and five children at home – so I must take it a bit handy –
B: Ha! your bladder is made of rhyme (leans in) I need you, Moore – for I have found myself engaged to a Unitarian
M(chokes on an oyster): Mary and all the more questionable Saints!! Sing ‘Glory to God’ in a spick and span stanza!!
M rushes outside to recover his senses
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ACT 2
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B(pats M on the back): My dear Moore – damned if the papers haven’t told you of the fusses, the fetes, and the gapings in my love life
M: I feel it in my waters – it will not fare well
B: There are holes in the roof
M: But you are not in love
B: My friend - I don’t want to be in love
M: mmm, it does limit one’s scope of fun - plus I’ve made more visits to my tailors in one year than is strictly necessary
B: Sure, there’s nothing like t'other – to quote yourself Tom (B & M roar)
M: I am one of your most buoyant supporters, but I fear the Divers of Bathos will find you drown’d in a heap
Waiter brings wine in on a small donkey
B: In sooth – if I end as a ‘Felo de se,’ who, half drunk with my malmsey, walks out of my depth and gets lost in a calm sea – so much the worse – I must become a husband a provide an Heir to this (points) hair!
​M: You are sadly deficient in whiskers
B: Your demeanour is rather too hearty
M: You know, we are used to quite different graces
B: Tom, you have the prettiest wife I’ve ever seen - in terms of faces
M: The Czar – did you meet him - I own, is much brighter and brisker than our flat-faced Majesty – and, wouldn’t you know it – my lord - in mere breeches whisk’d round in a waltz with the Jersey
B (sighs pitifully): Jersey! I poem’ed her – her hair is very like mine – lovely Sarah! - ah!
The lads look up from their cups with understandable hesitancy – Hobhouse is here
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SCENE 3
H does not sit, calls the donkey and places a box on the table
B: A cowpox on you Hobhouse!! – Moore and I are making plans for our future
M: Hallo Hobby! How’s the form? Let's have a sing-song - I'll start - (takes a breath deep from the diaphragm)
H(with rage undefined - B is also making arrangements to sing): We are due up North – two days ago! Your wedding present cost me a half-years allowance! Father will enscript me if he finds out!
B: pfttt
M: Not at all my dearest Hobby – we were just going for a swim on the stream of Old Times – here have an ale – Huzzah!! Let’s all do some hexameters
Hobhouse throws daggers at Moore, proceeds to pile remaining booze on the donkey
H: I am far from dear anything to you Mr. Moore – Byron – you are to be married, sir, married – to a fine young lady with an acceptable upper facial quadrant and but two removes from a tidy fortune – boots on Sir!!
Moore turns smiling, somewhat blurry, Irish eyes to Byron
B: Tommy, I must fulfil my destiny, ‘twas foretold - I must suffer an English wife – in order score a fine Italian one
B boots up, dons blue coat
B: Here’s to you Tom Moore – where’s the wine?
H: Get into the coach Byron – you've no time!!
B and M say goodbye without words - or wine
H: There’s GOES to you Tom Moore! (snickers delightedly and leads an unstable B out into the closing day)
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