1824 - 2024
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the Glyster pipe of Romanelli
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Fever in Patras
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Cast
Lord Byron
Dr. Romanelli
Fletcher
Nicolo Giraud
Lord Sligo
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SCENE 1
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1810, Patras - Byron has been confined to bed for three days with a savage tertian
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B(groaning): This is a very ridiculous situation - stuck on a cold room’s floor
(sitting up) - within a bed of iron, with three coverlids like lead
F: My lord (claps hands) - you are in a state of recovery (waves hands)
DR: Only by the blessing of God and two glysters are you able to sit up at all - you were much much debilitated Milord - feverish - so you undoubtedly can't remember any of the outrageous statements you made
B(to F): Who is that? Is it a coat and breeches dangling o’er a nook?
F: No my Lord - it's Dr. Romanelli, and he's prescribing a puke
DR: Poor Byron sweats – alas! how changed from him so plump in feature, and so round in limb
F: My Lord! - Here is the victor of a fever and its friends - Dr. Romanelli and his art, his lordship mends!
B: I thank you Dr. Breeches - I feel sure cool water and quiet would have succeeded as effectively as that glyster pipe (frowns) - I shall be victor of this horse fever - Vely Pacha gave me a very pretty horse - where is my horse
DR: The horse is in quarantine with your tortoises - also, you should not consult medical tomes Milord - the glyster is guaranteed for the tertian - as unpleasant as it may be at the time (takes B's temperature) - your fever has almost subsided - how are we feeling about another puke?
B: Why is that pair of breeches taking my temperature Fletcher? Let's have Champagne - I feel deucedly ill - get Murray to the cellar
F: We are not in Newstead my Lord - we are out foreign - in Azerbaijan
DR: We are in Greece, Milord (to F) - you, yeoman, would be of more use attending to the laundry and boiling bones for broth
F: But I must serve my Lord - I fear greatly that he is not as grinning and gay like when he was 'ere in Newstead’s monkish fane (bites his sleeves)
DR: Come here you inelastic peasant - for I fear you are quite in the early stages of glystering yourself
B: Take the poker to him, Fletcher! Do!
F: ​Oh to be home! Dear Newstead - the scene of profanation and Champagne, beef stew, and one of my wives
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Nicolo staggers into the sick room - and faints onto the cold room's floor
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SCENE 2
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N: Oh mio Dio, mi bruciano gli occhi, sono all'inferno!!! ahhhhh!!aiutami Byron!!
B: My Italian is not quite there yet, my faithful Dragoman
N: Oh my God, my eyes are burning, I'm in hell!!! ahhhhh!!help me, Byron!!
B: Dr. Breeches - to the stripling!
DR: I fear he is to be glystered, Milord
F: I shall fetch hot towels and scissors, emetics, glysters, bark, and all the host of physic, Dr. Breeches
DR: Good yeoman! - pronto!
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F wanders unsteadily out the door - is gone a considerable time
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DR: Yeoman!!! Where is that urn of human chittlings?! (to N) - I shall return il mio giovane amico (rushes outside)
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DR rushes right back in
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DR (panicking): Milord - your yeoman also has the tertian and has gone rogue! - He is on a corner near the barracks - in a fashionable dress from Ackerman’s Repository - selling curls of your hair to balding light infantrymen!
B: That is so vastly like Fletcher! (B & N laugh) - fear not my good Dr. Breeches - he needs no fever to go rogue, as you say, he often wears tea-kettles instead of shoes
DR: I must glyster him!
B: You'll have to catch him first - often I have timed him sprinting from cottage to cottage in moonlit fields near my ancient mansion
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F strides saucily in
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F: Good day my fine gentlemen!- is your hair thinning? - come buy my lovely dark auburn locks - you sir (to B)! - your strength has been depleted by the careless Samson-like distribution of your hair to young ladies - here, let me glue this on (attempts to attack B with his own hair)
B (leaps up): Zounds Fletcher! - you have shocked the tertian out of me! (takes ownership of his hair - looks to N) - I will help to toast and water my poor Nicolo and the idiot Fletcher - to you Dr. Breeches - The Glyster will have to do!
DR: Yes - Milord!
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DR - perhaps too enthusiastically - treats both N and F with the dreaded, ere effective, Glyster - B mops their fevered brows and reads the rough draft of CHP as they recover
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SCENE 3
Byron and co. have recovered - Lord Sligo is visiting
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S: How's all on the ship? Good god Byron! - you are twice as pale as I remember -which is to say - almost transparent
B: Hullo Sligo - I have been vomited and purged - but am no longer contagious - though it was a close run thing I assure you
S: Come and stay on my boat - feel free to bring Mr. Giraud and your man in the pleasant frock - I need all the deckhands I can get haha
B: Amusing - no, I need to collect my dignity - and that could take some time - Sligo - I was excessively glystered -(stares intently at S) - my friend - if I ever fall by the Glyster pipe of Romanelli - recollect this injunction re. my poesy - that Boards are odious! - and would any Bard provoke, let some charming cuts and frontispiece adorn my volumes, and the sale increase, one would not be unpublished when one’s dead - and let my works be bound in Red!
S: Hobhouse would be a better man to remember such an injunction - however I shall try! Addio my friends
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S waves sailor's bonnet - leaves
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N: We are returning to Athens - no, Milord Byron? - your pretty horse and tortoises are out of quarantine
B: We shall, my ambrosial Italian preceptor - the convent must be an unholy mess - the vegetable garden quite massacred
F: Where is my green parasol? (clasps head) oh! My poor head is giddy with the late fever - I'm in need of Sal Volatile (groans)
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B hauls F onto Vely Pasha's pony - B and N carry the tortoises on their shoulders and walk towards Athens, whose sun has not set, as yet
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END
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