Temptress desire

Temptress Desire
Parts
Narrator-tells the story through the tale of how lust did cover loves veil
Agatone-Man who is to be married to the beautiful girl, Agenta
Agenta- Is to be married to the charming man, Agatone
Trina-Mother of Agatone
Tymon-Father of Agatone
Philo-Father of Agenta
Koren-Mother of Agenta
Amphita: The Forest Nymph that tricks the young Agatone
Zeus-King of the Gods and the Heavens
Hera- Queen of the Gods
Poseidon-The Sea God
Athena- Goddess of Wisdom
Ares- God of war
Demeter- Goddess of Harvest
Apollo- God of the Sun
Artemis- Goddess of the Moon
Hephaestus- God of the Craft
Aphrodite- Goddess of love
Hermes- Messenger God
Dionysus- God of Wine
Waiter- unimportant
Honore- Peasant girl who Agatone falls for
Hesto- Father of Honore
Hades- God of the underworld



Act 1
Scene 1
NARRATOR: The scene is it set, The sea fine, The city of Athens back in time, Where Titans rule the three great plains They carry the load of everyone’s’ pain. We open on such a man as this, writhing in his torments’ bliss, and so Agatone doth hold his breath, vengeance for his once lovers’ death, but this time is the time of truth. He is on the balcony of Columns Spring, where the ceremony bells will soon ring. Sitting, the act, he hates to sit. If all the chairs would disappear, he wouldn’t miss it a bit. He’d rather stand and hold the world, as the mighty Atlas does. He’d rather be chained to a board afloat at sea while the mosquito’s buzz. Why sit, for the world does not come to you, does he say. Of the things that he hates more, whether or not they be gods or sores, he does hate to listen to words, for actions speak more than the ones of hers. Listening was just one of those things; he’d rather hear sour notes as the bells ring, or rather hear the screeching of Medusa, or the squeakiness of the old cart wagons, yet refuse none. These things to hear, though not in the common, don’t have a choice, just the attention devoted to cause. Yes, there are things he’d rather hear or rather do, but in the end he was here, beside the one he’d soon be betrothed to. Ah, yes, beautiful she was, and our dear Agatone felt like peach fuzz every time he saw her. He found his eyes often running up her legs. Then they would skip over her slim stomach, over her breasts, to her face which was, despite his good intent, the reason why he picked her to be his wife. Though it was as empty as the fools in the burned city Troy, her head was the perfect shape. Her lips, ripe red like a cherry. Her eyes, the shade and hue that amber lusts after, glowed like purple moonstone. Her hair, Black as the wings of Nyx, flowed more than the beautiful sea which surrounded Athens. She has more metal than Hephaestus, better house than the Gods up on Olympus. As he admired her, he didn’t notice the moving of her lips, the words coming out of her mouth, the assertiveness in her voice. So here we are as he looks to his side, at the sun setting upon the sea in which he calls home.
(Exit Narrator)
(curtains open with Agenta and Agatone sitting at middle stage, Trina at stage right, Koren stage left, and the waiter walking around to other people)
AGENTA: Are you listening? (Asked in a curious yet demanding tone)
AGATONE: (slowly turns to her) No, not I, for any sight was stole. Apollo is in a laze and the wind is in a lull. His last stretch be off from afar, till the time comes for the shining of stars. So perplexed, I am, on things unknown, things not shown, or heard, or told. (Trails off while turning back to the sunset)
AGENTA: (reaching for his hand) Thou dost not know what thy does, for the sight of His glory blinds any mortal being after too long.
AGATONE: Yes, but maybe acting like they do will have me for a gain, where I can make wine and bread out of the very rain. Where I can be like them.
AGENTA: Why strive to be something you are not?
AGATONE: (looking into her eyes) It’s because I envy them. Why do they get what they want? Why do they live without plight, famine, disease? Curse thee, vile Pandora, who hath inflicted discomfort and pain upon us. Oh, why can’t they feel our pain?
AGENTA: What pain? I don’t feel any.
WAITER: (walking up with a bottle of wine) More wine to celebrate? (offers the wine)
AGENTA: No, we’re fine (notions him away)
(waiter walks away to another table)
AGATONE: (shaking his head) It’s just not fair…… (stares down at the table) But (looks back at her) I still have you, and tomorrow we shall be wedded.
AGENTA: (looks into his eyes) Yes, and after thy vows be set, you are free to cast your net. Haul in your catch and feast on the bounties it possesses.
AGATONE: (Stares back) And to what do I owe such vivid dissertation? Don’t I already show the will within the words I speak? Is this as tempters’ bait? For I see the lure cast upon the wake, yet I can’t see for what it make, the fish or fisher is it good, perhaps good for both and for both sake?
AGENTA: (holds gaze) to what do I owe such a veneer slice of nonresistance? Are thoughts such as those, for you, not in existence?
AGATONE: (rolls eyes, then continues to stare at her) Resistance? Ha, what a fickle thing, to resist you is like resisting the spring. As of that, my mind toys with the thought, like an Egyptian cat toys with its prey. All I am saying is that we must wait, for even I know that death is in unchaste fate.
AGENTA: But I must prove I love you with all of my heart, just give me a chance to do it, my part. Let us run into the night and, under the moon, show each other how cutis upbringing hold true.
AGATONE: And steal what I can wait a day and have forever to keep? My love, you need not prove a thing, for emotions show through thy actions, and things waited are much better than things in haste.
AGENTA: Truth may be in your words, yet that doesn’t douse the fire within me.
AGETONE: (gives her a coy smile) It will soon, my dear, be complete. The beauty of your heart is deep, and when, to bed, we take to sleep, awake we will, with our prayers to keep (pauses for a moment) Now, alas, I best be off into the night, I must now take flight, until tomorrow, we see again, of what the new day will be by, cock or hen. But let it wait, the fire shall be doused sooner than you think. Just wait till I have you as my spouse, then we savor forbidden drink. (Kisses her hand then walks off as the sun diminishes from the horizon)
(exeunt Agatone and Agenta) (Spot light turned to Trina and Koren)
TRINA: Ah, how the young stud, my son, wastes his time with the fools (looking in the direction Agatone left) If only this woman was one of intellect as much as she is of beauty. Still the only warmth in this world that is ravaged by the Gods’ is the gold in which we hold close to heart and mind. What is life, if not a gold pence, what is the world, if not bought and sold with true worth’s’ dense?
KOREN: What is that, my sister to be, what is on thy mind and troubling thee?
TRINA: (turns to Koren) Oh, nothing to fret, nothing to fear, just waiting for the hour to be here.
KOREN: Yes! Such promise it does hold, to have the fruits of love not only be told, but to be plucked and savored in every taste, so every tingle be not misplaced. I am so happy for you, and your son too, for my daughter is of the nymphs at sea, beauty beyond this reality.
TRINA: Yes, such beauty is hard to find, yet there is beauty in the mind
KOREN: (ignores what Trina said) Of course, the truth now is told; forever in the young minds hold the things most play to get in day, the sins of night set away. Let the young doe be wooed into the heart and soul just so the things we teach and things we hide retain there value centerfold (looks at Trina)
TRINA: (nods in agreement) Yes, tis’ is true to the fact that all need lust within the love; I say it is a must, for we gamble our lives abroad and, with that, in the Gods we trust. We look to above, upon the alter floors and stand in the streets praying. We hope they see us, and those who dwell upon this land wish the same.
(enter group Philo and Tymon)
PHILO: And what are the Apples of the most succulent tree doing?
TYMON: Yes, what are thy fairest maids in all of Athens doing?
KOREN: Discussing the kismet to come, the bitter for many, but sweet for some.
TRINA: Yes, the eccentric vows made on such a cold stone day in the ripe of January, bursting through the door.
KOREN: One would never have thought that Agatone could ever find such a lucky break, for the loss of another, his heart did take.
ALL: yes (nod in agreement)
TYMON: It seems only yesterday he was tending the sheep, or if I would recall, falling asleep. Always bored, always regretting his luck. Maybe that is why he felt so struck.
PHILO: Aye, tis’ true it was, to see him sulking around town after it happened.
KOREN: He had so little life in him.
PHILO: But now its different, he’s back on his feet, the once lost reborn in another I think.
TRINA: Still, I think it strange, not going to the temple in praise, for he, of all people alive on this plain, should know what it is to feel suffering and pain. The thing of the past left to be lain. So what evil possesses him not to give thanks for this chance to love again in such fast glance?
PHILO: It’s an internal struggle he must fix, for until he confronts it, he will speak out against the Gods
TYMON: This does end the struggle I think, he’ll be better within the week that this day has come if harvest is good.
KOREN: So I say (raising her cup) a toast to the joy and prosper of luck
PHILO: I second this, but with a sign, the stars seem close to be aligned. I fear that something by the Gods will happen here against all the odds. But to this, Dionysus, I pray this wine in sweet victory be played.
(all toast and drink)
TRINA: I think this be one drink too many. I best be off to bed, for Zeus knows that tomorrows’ day will be a long pull for the horses of Sun and at the rate we’re going, so will the headache! I bid thee due.
(exeunt Trina)
TYMON: (jokingly says) Well, the night is still young and Artemis is still chaste, so I better get the hunt in! I also bid thee due. A word of caution I do give thee though, for with the full of moon comes the loons of night.
(exeunt Tymon following Trina)
PHILO: Yes, the night is young. I best let sleep take me, or else the night be done. Are you coming to bed dear?
KOREN: In due time, I will rest, when the density is best to let lids drop over eyes, and the children end their cries.
(exeunt Philo)
KOREN: (looks out at the sea) Oh, to you Gods’ I pray, by tomorrow at the end of day, happiness for all be set, and the sins of young deer let.
(enter Agenta)
AGENTA: Oh, dearest mother, I did not see you there
KOREN: (Turns to her, startled) Oh, by the gods, my child, you did scare me.
AGENTA: Please forgive me (falls to her knees and grabs Koren’s feet) mother sweet, but what shall I do? Cast myself down to your feet? For ungodliness I must release inside that defies what other women abide. Shall I confess? Or keep it hidden? Just as the sly fly fox be guilt ridden, I shall remain forever tainted (starts to weep bitterly)
KOREN: (shocked) what has befouled you, flower of red, I don’t suspect that you’ve made meaningful tread upon the woes of others’ or of others’ delight. Or, for that matter, suffered the burning fire at night?
AGENTA: (looks up at her) No, not one thing as foul
KOREN: (very nervous) You have not lusted, lied, or yelled in vain, cursed the Gods and their glory with names, so what is worse than that which I speak? Quick dear, for my legs are turning weak.
AGENTA: I feel that my love has no worth, as useless as the Suitors with girth thrown around with hands in the air, trying to say that their vow is fair. Alas, I do love, but not strong enough, the sea of virtue and pureness is rough when at every glance you take upon Him, you want to deny his every whim.
KOREN: Oh, quaint child, do not fret, for the love of men is half at best. And if they deny your love, sweet Hera has spell from above. Now, Let us go to bed, for sleep will make us happy.
(end scene 1)
Scene 2
NARRATOR: Alas, the journey Agetone did take to the Sacred Place was a long cut through the forest. This sacred place, where he must stay in order to marry, is blessed by Eros Himself to be the most unordinary. And, as he walked, he recollected the things he wished, he was promised, but soon found himself thinking of the Gods. How they angered him. He was infuriated with the will of Zeus, throwing away the brilliant minds to warlike cravings in Sparta. He was sick of the Corinthians constantly giving in to the whim of Poseidon. He, caught up in his anger, got stray from the long beaten path. He comes across a groove, and this is where we start again.
(exit Narrator)
(Curtains open)
(enter Agatone)
AGATONE: By the monsters held in the underworld, this just is not my day (sits down by a rock) so, if this is where I meant to be, then this is where I’ll stay
(giggling noise)
AGATONE: Soft! (stands up) What be this?
(enter Amphita)
AMPHITA: (singing) and the wind blows, over the mountain, spring up in the hills, grant power without sin……. (stops singing)….Oh, what be this, A fly to the spiders’ web? Now it is, as I say, something I can’t miss.
AGATONE: And what trickery is this? (looks at her) Oh my, have I cast off to dreams? This is very strange, for beauty of the Forest I see. And not all image is clear it seems. So what philandering flower hath me under mystic fog forever to be?
AMPHITA: Ah, as man, and like the snow, are all but cold, so who’s to know, the will in mind, the sin in heart, the things we find so hard to part, but what of these, so set in stone, to the knees, we drop alone, and what I say to do, what hatred hath cursed your day and you?
AGATONE: what hath caused the rhyme in words? Silly nymph, I have no time to herd the sheep into the den, so what makes you think that I have time to spend?
AMPHITA: Do not discard away, come, sit, and talk the night to day.
AGATONE: Such things are waste, is it not clear? I have things to do, straight down the path I must steer.
AMPHITA: Ah, the pointless struggle of mortals. Does it have no ends?
AGATONE: Do not tempt the hand of me! For it doth strike too quick, a blemish upon your beauty will be stricken.
AMPHITA: What hand, for what I can see…… (alludes to his hand)
AGATONE: (looks down at his hand, and is shocked; stands up with arm hanging limp) why is the feeling gone, as if it isn’t there? As if the Gods themselves were laying, just not giving care? Now I know this is a dream…yet vague it is to remember this well, did I just now fall asleep? I do not recall. (looks back at his hand, the loss is gone) This is strange.
AMPHITA: If this is truly dream, then you’re already wasting time. Why not tell me of your troubles, stay awhile. (sits down at the base of a tree; notions him over)
AGATONE: (to self) what will lie in wait, in the search of me, if this is sinner’s bait, perhaps the lure once spoke of, but if this is not reality, then what do I have to lose, no one can prove it, no way to lose, no way to allude it, so what then have I to gain, nothing but turn vine to stalk, and then the sky let down the rain, flower is open, why not talk, so it is done, play along till triumph won. (out loud) very well, fair nymph, I will sit. (walks over and sits by her)
AMPHITA: (smiles and scoots closer to him, stroking his hair) So, Young stag, why roam the woods, knowing the pack is on the hunt (looks at the moon) You know on a glowing rage the chaste will take the strong and wage the kind of death upon the wings of the Night bird. So will She lie in wait among the sage, and when you, oh mortal one, turn to hear the noise, punish you she will for looking at what mortal eye destroys. (looks back at him)
AGATONE: Away am I taking, though path be long lost, to the cottage of vestals’ keeping, which we hold at all cost, for the peace of the people, and pleasing of Gods, to the will of the wind, and the first leaf that falls.
AMPHITA: Hmm (thinks for a moment) Then do you, fair lad, follow these rules long set, still offered to the Virgins heart a virgin soul to keep?
AGATONE: And what does the offspring of Gods care about such a mortal thing? (looks at her in disgust) You yourself are born out of thy parent’s haste. (turns away, says gently) and yes, I do have the gift to offer.
AMPHITA: why scorn us, the beauty described, when we hold the power, the wheat and the wine?
AGATONE: Power entails no justice, no probable cause in the actions of those without, thus entailing guilt for those same without it, and yet you punish anyway, despite the truth, despite our overall obedience.
AMPHITA: If one deserves the wrath of punishment, why withhold it? You mortals are always being tainted with ignorance.
AGATONE: (growing angry) Who is to say dark from light, wrong from right? Even if one has power, doesn’t mean to exercise it at will or convenience, no control or restraint. Judgment should not be by personal affect, but by right and wrong decided by the many.
AMPHITA: Why? Who is to stop us? Besides, we immortals are flawless.
AGATONE: (stands up in fury) You immortals hath no heart, no feeling in love, of loss and in pain. You don’t know the things we gain from the vendettas you all hold so close to your heart. We gain the scars, the memories of lives strewn apart, like the bodies in the wars. The wrath of the Omnipotent might’s doth hold taste so sweet, that it be at best a bitter treat. For with your age, no wisdom find you, only the ignorance of the things that defy you. Beauty? Ha! Beauty is not in the face of youth forever more, but in the minds and hearts of the ones who swore not corrupt, and kept path straight. I have not yet seen one demonstrate the will in passion or forgiveness. So I ask you, oh immortal one, why do the Gods hate us so?
AMPHITA: We do not hate you, though we think little of you, we need you to serve us.
AGATONE: Why don’t they obey the rules they set for us? What hypocrisy is this, when such a thing is common practice?
AMPHITA: They do what they please (taking his hands and looking into his eyes) Arouse in your fate, what you should seize. keep your eye on your plate. Not mine, nor his, nor hers. Not even the Divine live the life they were not born to live. As the cows in the field are slaughtered for meat, they know that their sacrifice is the right sort of feat they should die for.
AGATONE: (growing even angrier) Why to die for them? Is my life already written? Written to serve and forever be condemned to the dark depths of Hades’ abysmal domain?
AMPHITA: So should you realize your fate and accept it. Even if the meat lies in rot, you must give the praise.
AGATONE: (shouting) Do I? Did she have to accept her fate? Being dragged down to hell for the sacrifice? What will suffice you? What more do you want? You have already taken so much!
AMPHITA: (cowering at his anger) We must all give up something, so was your dear Kelsica given up
AGATONE: (explodes with rage and draws dagger) for what?! What be it, the possession of a mortal, that a God hath not? What has the Gods given, what have they sacrificed?
AMPHITA: Everything for you, mortal, though it seems it was a waste. As of Kelsica, it was because she was not as she showed, outside all good, inside all low.
AGATONE: Do not say her name in hate, or my dagger shall be your fate!
AMPHITA: Pathetic, is one such as this, a naive mortal that none had to miss.
AGATONE: You did not know her! You did not love her!
AMPHITA: (eyes the dagger) I bet she deserved her fate, seeing how you act. She was just as low as you, wasn’t she?
AGATONE: Seal thy lips, or whispering winds will scatter your whimpering remains!
AMPHITA: (not intimidated further, even boldly speaks) she burns in eternal flames, underneath the feet of Hades, serving for the rest of time.
AGATONE: (turns looking up at the sky) this I swear, to you, Oh Gods, you have no power over me! From what is laid and what I see, you are no sacred deity! So do I, hence forth, challenge you in what it’s worth! And if I fall unto the ground, at least my odium will loom around within your house! (turns to her, walking slowly with the dagger in hand)
(curtains close slowly, end scene 2)
Scene 3
NARRATOR: In all the places in the ‘verse; no place did the stars look less dispersed than the Palace of Olympus. Great walls, too steep for climbing, protected the Palace. The Olympians’ masons, gigantic one-eyed Cyclopes, had built them and, yet, none withstood in the view and splendor of its dominance. So are the twelve who rule on high with iron fists and battle cry.
(exit Narrator)
(curtain opens with Zeus, Hera, Ares, Aphrodite, Poseidon, Artemis, Apollo, Demeter, Hephaestus, and Hermes)
ZEUS: alas, I call this council to order. We must start, so all please take your respectable seats.
(everybody sits)
ZEUS: thank you (sits down himself) now to business. The city of Cythera is giving the Spartans a good fight, but they will out hold out for long. Now, having that said, is there something we should do. The floor is now open to debate.
HERA: I for one think that the Spartans have no business being there. So what if the shipment of wine for their king was a little sour. Even our own Dionysus can make mistakes (looks at him) though you haven’t done so yet.
(Dionysus smiles)
ARES: I for one think they should be there. War is glorious, in a way that love could never tame.
APHRODITE: And what is more passionate than the after war? (says flirtatiously)
(Hephaestus glares at her and Ares)
ARES: I think we should keep the war up with a wave that wipes out some of the Spartans’ forces. What say you, Poseidon? Are you up to the task?
POSEIDON: I for one think that these matters are not the important thing right now. We should, however focus on a more pressing matter.
(everyone looks at him except Zeus, who is staring at the table)
POSEIDON: The disobedience from weak mortals has filled my ears and disgraced all of are hearts. What we fail to do to some encourage the many to rise.
HERA: And what proof does the God of the sea present?
POSEIDON: I myself have no proof, but the fair Artemis does. (looks at her) will you please present what you have told me?
ZEUS: (still staring at the table) and what is the Moon doing, talking to the Sea? Why isn’t it talking to the Sky upon which It rests?
ARTEMIS: (bursts into tears) Oh, it’s horrible!
APOLLO: (comforts her) tell us, my sister, tell us the news you bring from the hunt
ARTEMIS: Alas (drying her tears) quick paths the Nymphs did take, silent they went for report to make on the wild venison and lonely old hare, including the one I hold close and so fair. My dear Amphita… (trails off sobbing again)
HERA: (softly) go on, child
ARTEMIS: (pulling herself together) I knew it was wrong to send her that way, but I did it without hesitation anyway. She did come across a man in the wood, a man of the virtuous and to be wed soon. Did she entice him to anger, and upon the grove’s sweet grass, he spilled her blood….. (growing vengeful) He must be punished! I will strike him down my self!
POSEIDON: This is not as it seems, for a message to us from Hermes has been sent from this man. Hermes, if you will.
HERMES: (stands) this is from Agatone the Athenian (reciting) this I swear, to you, Oh Gods, you have no power over me. From what is laid and what I see, you are no sacred deity. So do I, hence forth, challenge you in what it’s worth. And if I fall unto the ground, at least my odium will loom around within your house.
ZEUS: (outraged) a mortal dare challenge us? Hephaestus, get my bolts ready (stands up)
HEPHEASTUS: Yes, father (runs to his shop)
(exeunt Hephaestus)
ATHENA: wait, we must not be haste, in this we make mistakes. If war he wants, then war he’ll get, but I have it better yet. Not with weapons do we strike him down, but with his mind.
APHRODITE: I can do it, I will do it. I’ll come to him in the night, house upon my Eros wings, and cast a spell while he sleeps, plaguing for eternity. That is, if the council is in agreement.
ZEUS: I want to strike him down right now, none of this game playing nonsense.
DEMETER: I, for one, support this idea, though I’m not sure what it entails. You see, if one of them can stand up and defy us, they all can stand up and defy us. This one needs to be made a secret example. I vote yes to this plan. All in say aye.
ALL: aye!
(enter Hephaestus with bolts for Zeus)
HEPHAESTUS: What did I miss? (looks around) oh……
(end scene 3)
Scene 4
NARRATOR: Then it was, as dawns’ light did not penetrate the sky, that the God of Love descended upon the House of Eros. Alas, the door was locked and all entrance banned, for the invitation was not at hand. She sent for him, but in his dreams, from a sleep not deep in slumber. And so it goes that the time of practice was at hand.
(exit Narrator)
(curtains open with Agatone standing in middle stage)
AGATONE: (standing while looking around) what is this dream? What are these dreams? Are they real? Am I truly at rest, or am I lost between the worlds?
APHRODITE: (says from backstage) No mortal one, you are alive
(enter Aphrodite)
AGATONE: (looks at Aphrodite) who are you (realizes who she is) These dreams really are among the crippled flock
APHRODITE: Listen mortal, and listen well, for only once I will tell. The next thing you will gaze to see, whether it be a man or bee, in lust you will attain the longing of their heart. But do not be fooled, for no love they have given. Forever you be desire driven.
AGATONE: For what do I deserve such wrath, such thing upon me?
APHRODITE: For the kind, cold heart, for the death of the kind, the innocent protect by the evil that this world leaves every generation behind. And so the moon, by her light, you must use to guide your way in the dead of night, the soul of the Forest gone down to rest, at peace, at last, finally at rest.
(exeunt Aphrodite)
AGATONE: (sits down) this mystic swirl is fog on grass, dew upon the sycamore, yet it feels like not is real or more, longing for the night to pass, what is this time, what is this place, the thing that mime the human race, what is the point not to hide, the beauty in alacrity, when choices tend to override, the whim of ones’ curiosity, (stands up) and so it seems that in rash haste, the wrath of the Gods’ I have to taste. But soft! What sound did I hear other than the ones of my mind? Tis’ not what the Gods, in there so called splendor have. Besides, what have I done to deserve such hatred? Soul of the Forest, what could that be? Alas, I will not rest if I ponder all night. Let me rest (lies down and falls to sleep) (rooster calls) (wakes from sleep) Hark, it is not yet day, yet I do see the rising flame, so I must be off to the Town, running through the fields, and jumping over the plows, to my dear Aganta.
(exeunt Agatone)
(end scene 4)
Scene 5
NARRATOR: Through the fields, did he take, as the light of the dawn did, slowly, break upon the distant mountain tops, to where the light then did dip and drop, making the land alive again becoming temporarily whole, as the haze of the clouds would soon become dull. Such a thing can be said about the brute of men, with knowledge of sword, but not the pen. Quickly, quickly did he bounce, as the rabbits did in sprint, and like a cat about to pounce, he was focused on one thing, and no other things went. But, what did his eye catch in trance, Flowers in a field who, with the wind, danced. Thinking of Aganta, oh, sweet Aganta, he ran to them. As he went to leap the fence, his leg did catch and he was knocked unconscious. A peasant girl found him lying there upon the ground, and she went to him. As of yet, the curse has not been to any effect, for not a thing he has seen, and so the sight is.
(exit narrator)
(curtains open with Agatone on the ground)
(enter Honore)
HONORE: (runs to Agatone, then shakes him trying to wake him up) I pray to thee, wake for the sake of all you have to live.
AGATONE: (stirs and opens his eyes) What more to live than to see thee, to serve thee?
HONORE: (startled) What makes you say such a thing?
AGATONE: (looks into her eyes and sits up) As the trees fly in waves, the sun, over the horizon, comes, and the light hold up and save the flowers that the bees hover above and hum, while the stream so sweet cast clear, to the sky at the feet of the High Herd Deer where he lie, and what stops the birds from their melodic cooing, to the beat do the words that I say start wooing, you the most beautiful sound, in a world that is corrupt all around.
HONORE: For what I know and what it’s worth, no other statement has ever had such girth upon what bag of lies, though none in your eyes, that your mouth hath given, and now I am so stricken with this confounded mirth.
AGATONE: My eyes may speak truth, but my eyes do not tame the wild beasts like yours do. My eyes do not part the very seas like yours do. My eyes do not shine brighter than the brightest star in the sky like yours does. Yet why then should my eyes meet yours? To cleanse me, for looking into eyes is to be uplifted and redeemed by the mighty Zeus himself, for all are envious of your beauty, and all rewarded by your gaze.
HONORE: (smiles a little) Good sir, you have hit your head very hard, you don’t what you say.
AGATONE: (parts the hair from her face) the only thing this small scratch has done is knock in me truth, the truth of you and your grace, for, through this embellishment, the very Gods are graced. And by this grace I ask you of the flowers, do you smell them?
HONORE: Yes, why, do you not?
AGATONE: I do not, for only the scent upon your skin hold the most dulcet fragrance, and as the look, what more beauty can one mortal have more of than the elegance you hold?
HONORE: From your lips, a tangy story, tell.
AGATONE: From your lips, a siren’s song lulls me to your side, but think not, and I tell not, do others that the fate of me is in vain, for at the end of the sea’s journey bend, I see the light in Elysian Fields.
HONORE: And what of my lips? Do they do as they say?
AGATONE: What they do is give life, echoing out the breath of peace. In doing so, they do enchant me; they do elude me, yet give them my best, I will.
HONORE: And what best be that in which you speak to bestow upon my lips?
AGATONE: Only the best I may give, yet it not be worthy of one as lustrous as you.
HONORE: And have thou already judged my worth?
AGATONE: How can one judge, for what one does is not what one truly means? Only in the presence of greatness does one ever have an epiphany and turn over a new leaf. In the eyes of one that sees this new truth, the only life bestowed upon them is not one in death, but one in life. To those without this truth, the questions go unanswered. What does life come from? Is it feeling, what we call emotions? Or is it physical urges in our beast-like nature? Yet, the truth is that all the senses allure to your scent, your gaze, your life, your love. Like one of the Gods, descending from omnipotence, do some keep their love till they meet the bottom. Not you, oh light that shines in the face of the sun. You give the love and fulfill the lust brought upon by others, not with your actions, but with your words. From this truth, that is the worth, in the whole, that the Gods have blessed you with, and in so you have blessed the Gods.
HONORE: (stammering) And how to believe that this is happening right now, that you are not crazed?
AGATONE: By this (goes to kiss her)
(they kiss)
HONORE: (shaking) I must take my leave! (gets up to leave)
AGATONE: (catches her arm) Art thou displeased with me?
HONORE: (pulls away) No, good sir, the very opposite at worst, yet stay I cannot.
AGATONE: What is so vile here that you must take leave? Whatever it is, I will cast it away, if only it makes you happy, if only it makes you stay.
HONORE: If thou tells, if not in flattery, to be with me, follow me to my father’s house, but with haste it must be, for now I need to go.
AGATONE: Then I will follow you, fair dove.
(exeunt Agatone and Honore stage right)
(enter Narrator)
NARRATOR: And so the day did start, the battle begin, the tidings part, the events start to spin, and the curse, perhaps, remain forever to hold. And soon the rest of the tale be told.
(end scene 5)
(end act 1)