(Continued from my previous post)
A knock on the door and they look each other in vague uneasiness.
Sancho(sniffs): The grim reaper must be new to his trade. I smell violets
(Sancho cocks his ear): I hear his mincing steps. I betcha he is a cross dresser. Silk underskirts and tap tap of high heels!
(Yankee and Commissar Red cringe and lurch towards the headboard and hide).
Don Quixote with a spirited effort leaps out of the bed.
DQ: It is my inamorata Sancho! Can’t you see. At last my lady Love has taken pity on me.
(Knock is heard again)
Don Quixote takes over the situation and he directs Sancho as of old.
DQ: Sancho, draw the chair to the center.
Sancho: I would rather stand, master.
DQ: Your skull has gone soft. (aside) That is what living does to people.
(imperiously) Do as you are told!
(Sancho does as told.)
This is for my Lady Dulcinea del Toboso.
(Turning once again to Sancho he points to his bed)Get in there!
(Sancho crosses himself.)
SP: this is ill omen . This is death bed!
Don Quixote: You stay in bed and make yourself scarce!
SP: What will you do, master?
DQ: Do?( rhapsodic) This is sweet annunciation!
Love that makes sweet communion
Between heaven and earth
Has come in sweet treads that
Scarcely harm the green swards,-
And she is here! By all my saints
I shall genuflect and kiss
Her foot and cool this fervid brow
From dew of heaven!
(Knocks heard this time rather urgent)
DQ: Anon, anon
He opens the door with a flourish.
(Dulcinea dressed to the nines in a rather coquettish swing traipses into the room. Unheedful of Don Quixote who stands pole-axed she heads to the death bed. A pause. She says),
Dulcinea: How dare you, varlet!
You stain my lovers bed
With your sweat and dirt.
Sancho (weakly), “I am Don Quixote
Indeed I am. All my life I put my life
to uphold your honor lady-
My face is a stranger to thee
Why now you cavil
My last leave-taking
With hoity-toity manner?
I am that knight non-pareil
The Giant slayer and
Indefatigable in love,-
Of mournful countenance
I shall abjure forever
For a kiss.
Dulcinea: In my cask of souvenirs
Sweetened with tears and regrets
Of love that I held sublime
I have but one image
Of a knight, etched by his fame-
He is lean and lank,
In worldly sum not worth a bean
But his heart has seared
My soul and I can vouch,
He is farthest from the sweaty toad
That has stealthily crept under
The coverlet of my master
Don Quixote is his name!
(Don Quixote steps in.)
Thousands pardon I crave
My Lady Love, scales have
Fallen from my eyes. Life
Had dulled my wits to think
You lived in a castle. No my lady
What comparison holds heaven
With a castle crumbling with moss
I rather deceived me
that you moved
In enchanted circles
of hidalgos, in silk breeches
Smelling rather garlic
And small talk.
You belong indeed
In the stellar regions
With angels at your bidding.
(Dulcinea in wonder puts her hand out. DQ kneels and kisses it reverently)
I was indeed at my deathbed
But your visitation was
Preordained from above.
Dread of life
Hauled me by my own petard;
But Death cleared my head
To say the least.
(To Sancho) I am a realist
To say the least.
(Don Quixote sharply claps hands)
Out, out my dear sirs
Begone this instant!
(The Capitalist and the Commissar come out and file out of the room.)
Sancho, leave us alone. (Sancho exits)
(With a bow to his lady)
Within this death bed we shall talk,
My sweetest lady, of life and death
the lovers swoon as read in romances
Of old, I shall lead you.
Come, have no fear. (Blows the lights out)
Benny May 20, 2016
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