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379 Césaire » ATempest 343 AIME. CESAIRE (1913- -) ATemgest ___“aitail) 9 otnat bodone win ob 96a ay ai bileng 9g Characters © ~ f fi As in Shakespeare ‘Two alterations: ARIEL, a milatto'slave CALIBAN ia black slave foe ESHU, a black devil-god soul (Ambiance ofa psychodrama."The aclors enter sing, at randons, and each chooses for himself mask at his leisure). oso : at at MASTER OF CEREMONIES: ‘Cotne gentlenién, help Yourselves: 16 ‘each his character, to each character his mask. You, Prospero? Why noi? He has réverves of will ‘ power he's not even aiwareof hintiétt You' want Calibaii? Wel, that's reveal Ariel? Finé with me. And what abolle Stepliab, Tritculo? No takers?/Ahjust in time! Ie takes'all kitids to make a'woitld. ” 4 5 , Aad after all, they aren’t the woitt chiiracters: No ‘problém about the juve- nile leads, Miranda and Ferdinand. You, okay. And there's no problem about the villains cither: You, Antonio; you, Alénio, perfect! Oli; Chirist! Twaé foigétting the Gods. Eshut will fit you like a glove. As for the other parts; ust take what you want and work it out among yourselves. Bit make vip your mainids’..""Now, 10 there one part T have to pick’out myself you! It’s forthe ‘part of the Tempest, alld I eed'a storm to’ end all’stormis’.: . [need a really big guy to do the wind: Will you do that? Finé! And then Someone strotig for Captain of the'ship. Good, now let’ go. Ready? Begin. Blow, wilids! Rain and lighthing’ad fib! ACTI SCENE 1” nf i GONZALO: Of course, we're only straws tossed on the raging sea. butall’s not lost, 1s Gentlemen. We just have to sty to get to'thé eye of the storm. 2 ANTONTO: We might have known this.old fool would:nag ns to death! : SEBASTIAN: To the bitter end! ss i GONZALO: Try to understand what I'm telling you: imagine # huge cylinder like the chimney of a lamp, fast as a galloping horse, but in the center as still and un. 29 moving as 2 Cyclop’s eye. That's what we're talking about when we say ‘the.eye . of the storm’? and that's were we have to get. A ANTONIO: Oh; great! Do-you really mean:that the cyclone or. Cyclops; if he can’t see the beam in his own eye, will let us escape! Oh, that very illiminating! GONzaLO:. Its a'clever way of putting it, at any éate. Literally false; but yet quite true, 25 But what's the fuss going on up there? The Captain'seems worried. (Calling) Captain! CAPTAIN (with a shnu BOATSWAIN: Aye, sit ‘ a ): Boatswain! w 344 MONSTERS ANE} HEROES 30 35 0 6 50 55 0 2” CAPTAIN:, We're coming round windward of thietisland. Av:this speed we'llytun say, qagtound. We've got to turn her around. Heave to! (Exits) ey BOATSWAIN: Come on;men! Heave to! To-the topsail; mar the-ropes. PulifHeave ho, heave ho! ALONSO (approaching): Well, Boatswain, how are things going? Where are we?. BOATSWAIN: If you ask me, you'd all be better off below, in your cabins. re ANTONIO: He doesn't seem too happy. We'd better ask the Captain. Where's the Cap- ‘ain, Boatswain? He was here just a moment ago, and now he's gone off. BOATSWAIN: Get back below where you belong! We've, got work to do! GONZALO: My dear fellow, I can quite understand your being nervous, but a man should be able to control, himself in any situation, ‘even the most upsetting» "> BOATSWAIN: Shove it! Ifyou want to save your skins, you'd better get yourseh “ack down below to'thow first:clatséabins of yout: a King! Well, there's somagone.w ho ‘oesn't give, A g than he, does ‘about 3 ‘you or me, and he’s called th GaleHis Majesty the Gale! And nights now, he’ in control and we're all his subjects. BOATSWAIN: ebarning), Py Pull in the send si ‘Helmsman, into the wind! Into. the wind! (Enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO.) BOATSWAIN: You again! If you keep bothering us and don't get below and say. your prayers I'll give up and let you sail the ship! You can’t expect me to be the ee ‘between for your souls.and Beelzebub! : resi) ee ANTONIO: It’s really too .itich! The fellow is taking advantage’ ofthe: situation . BOATSWAIN: Windward! Windward! Heavesinto therwind! cy (Thunder, Hating SEBASTIAN: Hol Hol octet cis ono ee GONZALO: Did you sée that} Thereyat he top ofthe was in the rigging, that git- "ter of blue fire, flashing, flashing?’They’re right when they call these magic lands, $0 diferent fom our homes in Europe. -Look, even fic Lighting is different! ANTONIO: Maybe its aifoietiste ‘of the hell that awaits us.- +. GONzALO: You'e-t pésimiti, Anyway, Ive aays kept melfina raise gee ready tormeet my maker: ‘ (GAMORS eriter) ie 5 SAILORS: Shit! We're sinking! é 381 2s Césaire +:A Tempest 345 « (The passengers can:be heard singing:“Nearey my God; to Thee"). sss BOATSWAIN Th leeward! T5 fectadal™ ste te ee FERDINAND: (nfering). Alas! There's ho one in. "5 (The ship Bike) n- “4 SCENE 3) o a os a ’ MIRANDA: Oh.God! Qb:God! A sinking ship! Bather,helpl, ge >. PROSPERO; (enters hurriedly carrying axmegaphone.). Gome dau calm. yourself! Ie’, +. only a play There’ seally nothing wrong, Aaywy. everything that happens is for : your.qwn, good, Trust mec won't say amy MOTE. cp) ervse 0 a 42, Butssuch a fine ship, and so-many fine, brave lives, sunk, drowned, laid ~veWaste to -wiack and ruin . ..A-person would haye to, have.a heart of stone not to s-to.beseen. But draw near, dear MIANDA; You're making fin of me, father. Wild as I oR ham like: queen, of the yeildlowers, of the. streams and paths, running. barefoot “ through thorns and flowers, spared by one, caressed by:the other... 1:3 PROSPERO:.-Butiyou are-a Princess.., for how else does ong address the daughter of a Prince? J.cannot.leave you in ignorance any longer. Milan-is the city of your birth, and the city, where, for many, years L.wyas the Dukes. 5 many times. and aroused my curiosity, and.today.yo toy 20 ayway, it is because of all the thingsiyou mention, Firstoit js because of political disagreements, because of the, intrigues of my. ambitious, younger ‘brother. Antonio, is,his name; your uncle,and Alonso the name,of.the envi « Kingiof Naples, How;their ambitions were joined, how my brother became the his hand BROSPERO‘If you keep on like ee eee eee ae a CALIBAN: That’sright, that’s right! [n.chie Beginning, the gentleinsm was all sweet talk: dear Caliban here, my little Caliban there! And what do you have done without me in this strange land? Ingrate! I taught you the us birds, che seasons, and now you don’t give a damn . . . Caliban thi animal, Cal- iban the slave! I Know that story! Once you've squeezed thie jnide from the or- ange, you tos the rind away! , ian PROSPERO; Qh). 7:91. iy fe CatsBAN: Do tie? lint trne Sat yéa threw me out of your Howe and made me 150° -i-livetin‘a filthy cave. The ghettol! “PROSPERO: ‘Its easy to say “ghewo"! Tewouldn’t eich she ifyou dei tale to keep it clean!-And there's something you forgot, whichis thidtwhai forced me to get rid of yourwas your lustsGbod God; you tried to rape my datighter! «15 CALIBAN: Rapel-Rape! Listenyyou old goat; you're the one' that put those: direy 435 of. ‘withonghts inmy head. Let me tell you'something? 4 couldn't care'less aboiit your, daaghter,or about your cave, fr that matter #fT'gripe i's on principe; because tcl didn’t like living vith you at all, as'a- matter éf fact. Your fect stink! PROSPERG: ‘did notsummon you here to argue Out! Back to work! Wood, water, and lots of both! I'm expecting company'today.: a 160 CALIBAN ‘T've had just about enoigh. There's already 4 pilelofwood thai high... 2 PROSPERO?/Enough! ‘Cateful;Caliban! If you keep grumbling:you'l:be whipped, ‘And if you'don't step livelysif you keep dragging your'feet of try to strike or «s\sabotage'things, I'll beat you. Beating is the only language'you really.under- stand So’ much the-wotse for'you: ['Ispeak it, loud-and:clearGet’ imove onl 4 Catan: All right, I'm going ... but ths is the last time. Tes thé ast time; do. you hear me? Oh... orgot I've got something importa total os. <5.» FROSPERO:: Important? Well, out with it 8 CALIBAN: It this: ve decided don't want to be calléd alan us pie BROSPERO: "What kisid of rovis that? I don’t understand. + Fos 70 CALIBAN: Putt this way:.'m telling you that from"now on'T.won't ahswento the name Caliban.’ 3-008} 1 gmt nies teh naest PROSPERO: Where did you get that idéa?sti or gl CALIBAN: Well; because Caliban isn’t my namesit'sas simplé as thats / 385 PROSPERO:.Oh, I suppose it's mine! ve we ads CALIBAN: Iv’ the name given me by your hatred,and every.time it's poken it’s an insult. ae : PROSPERO: My, aren't we getting sensitive! All right, suggest something else... I've got to call you something. What will it bé? Cannibal would ait you, but I'm Sure you wouldn't like that, would you? Let’s se", 2.'what about Hannibal? That fits.And why not ... they all seem to like historical naines’ Eyery,time you summon me it re u've stolen everything from mé, even my identity! Uburu! (He exits) . (Enter ARIEL ai a sea-nymp:) A did. you. sce how:he looked at me,that glint in, his eye? ‘That’ something new. Well, let me, tell you, Caliban is,the enemy: As for those console im! (Ses RAND os apeaiig) Aha Lets isen to this! FERDINAND: (singing) ‘How life has changed Now, hoe in hand Twvork, away all day MIRANDA: Poor'young man! Can Lhelp you? You dosit lok ike you were cbt out for this kind of work! = 1 FERDINAND: On word fiom your would bemore > help to me than! anything in the world. MIRANDA: (One word? From me? ang say T & : re FERDINAND: Yourname—that's alk What is your name? © posh MIRANDA: ‘That, I:camnot do!’ It’s impossible. My father has expres forbidden itt FERDINAND: Iris the érily thing Elong for. nae 2 MIRANDA: But I can't I tell you; its forbidden! Césaire +1A Tempest 357 GaLIBAN:. (taking advantage of NIRANDA’s*niomentary distraction, he whispers fer iame {ou FERDINAND) Mi-ran-dal 1 i°2 4. FERDINAND: All right then, I call. tuisten you with a name ofny owns T-will call youMininda.-- whe aoe MinuaNDa:; That too much! What alow rick! You must havéHeard my father call- ing nie~t:-Unless it was that 2iful: Caliban who ‘espe piiouing mo and calling oist iny.name iin-bisistupid dreams! «+i, ? FERDINAND: ‘No, Miranda: : Bhad oily to allow my-eyes to speak as'you jour face. MIRANDA‘ Sish! My father’s coming! -He'd better not catch yo ring to! swee: alk miss srg FERDINAND: (Goes bac to work, singing) eet But times have changed we Now, hoeing all the day, Igo my weary way... PROSPERO: That’ fine, young man! You've managed to dtomplish a good deal for a beginning! I see I've misjudged you. But you won't be the loser if'you serve me well. Listen, my young friend, there are-three:things in life: Work, Patience; Conti- nence, and the world is yours. ., Hey, Caliban, I'm taking this boy ayray with me. Het done enough for one day But sng the Fob urgent st that it ‘Be finished, CALIBAN: MeBoes oo ais. ie PROSPERO: "Yeh, youYaltve cheated! me cxoigl wih oa loafiig and fiddling > tatdund so you-cai work a gible shift for oncel 2 CALIBAN: ‘T:don'tsee Why Ishould:dé sonleone else's jobl 1 ~! “eer PROSPERGH: Who's the boss here? Youior me? Listen, monster: ifyou doh ke work, ¥ “Til see todt you change your mind! i ‘Shit now. scsi is sverenit bad enough "4 Suddenly the sound ofa voice; Caliban stiffens) Do you hear that, boy?’That voice through'the storm. Bab! Iv Ariek No, that’ tot his voicé, Whose,then? With:an:old.coot like Pros peror.:\ Onesof his cops, probably. Ok; fine! ‘Now, I'm for it: Meirahd the ele~ mentsboth againstirit! Well the helhwith'it...’. Pavuseld to it, Patience! Ill get then yetiln-the mbaiittive bettermake myself scarce! Let Prosperovand his storm. Ad his\cops.gosby' let thesseven'maws of Malediction bay! 25 30 35 6 50 5s 395. 358_MONSTERS AND HEROES 10 6 25 30 5 0 liquidated . .. Nothing! Nothing left -...! Nothing but poor wandering and wailing Trinculo! No question about it, it'l be a while before anyone persuades me to depart from affectionate women-and friendly:towns to'go off to brave roaring storms! How it maining! (Notices CALIBAN underneath the wheelbarrow) Ab, an Indian!:Dead or alive? You never know with: these tricky races: Vakkk! Anyhow, this will dome fine, Ifhés dead, I-can-use his clothes for shelter, for a coat, a tent, a covering. If he’s alive ’ll-make him. my prisoner and take him back to.Europe and then, by golly, my: fortune will be-made! I'll sell him:to'a carnivah, No!.T'l show him myself at fairs! What.a stroke of huck! I'lLjust settle in here where it’s warm and let the storm rage! (He cnwls under cover, back to back with CALIBAN.) : (Enter stEPHANO,) STEPHANO: (singing) Blow the man down, hearties, Blow the man down ... (Ete) (Takes a swig of his bottle and continues) Blo blow Blithe Yan down... (Etc) Fortunately, there's still a litde wine left in this bottle . . . enough to.give me courage! Be of good cheer, Stephano, where there’ life there's thirst .. -and vice versa! (Suddenly spies CALIBAN'S heail sticking out-of the covers,)-My God, on Stephano’ word, it looks like a Nindian! (Comes neaier)‘And that’s just what it is! A Nindian. That’ neat, I really am lucky-There’s money to be made from a Nin- dian like that. If you showed him at a carnival... . along-with the bearded lady and the flea citcus, a real Nindian! An authentic Nindian from the Caribbean! ‘That means real dough, or P’m the last of thie idiots! (Touching Caripan) But he’s ice cold! 1 don’t know, yhat the body temperature of a Nindian is, but this one seems pretty cold to me! Let's hope he’s not going to croak! Hows that for bad luck:You find a Nindian and he dies on you! A fortune slips through your fin- » gers! But wait, I've got'an idea . a good swig of this booze between his lips, that'll warm him up. (He gives CALIBAN a drink:):Look-... he’s better already: The litile glutton even wants some more! Just a second, just @ secorid! (He walks around the wheelbarrow and seei TRINCULO's head sticking out from under the covering) Jéez! I must be seeing things! A Nindin with two. heads! Shit! If have to pour. drink down two gullets won't have much left for myself! Well; never mind. It incred- ible .. . your everyday Nindian is already something, but oe with two heads ... a Siamese-twin Nindian, a Nindian with two heads and eight paws, that’s really something! My fortune is made. Come on, you wonderfal monster, you". .. Jet's get a look at your other head! (He draws nearer to TRINCULO.) Hello! That face reminds me of something! That nose that shines like a lighthiouise ... ‘TRINCULO: That gut... un STEPHANO: That nose looks familiar ... TRINCULO: That gut—there can’t bé two of tliem in this lousy world!” STEPHANO: Oh-my-gawd, oh-my-gawd, oh-my-gawd...:that’ itis that crook vs Trinculo! as - pees Césaire + ATempest 359 ‘TRINCULO:” Good lord! Its Stephanol.) «i « s STEPHANO? So, Trinculo, you:were saved'too . + -Wealmost makes youbelieve God looks after drunks:; : ‘TRINGUEOsHulil God -. Bacchus, maybe. Asa matter of fact 1 reached these wel= coming shores by floating on a barrel ,. STEPHANO: And I by foating on my stomach ...it'sriedrly the same thing. But what 50 Kind of creature is this? Ian’ it a Nindian? a , TRINCULO: That’ just what I was thinking . Yes, by God, it’s a Nindian: That's piece of luck... he'll be our guide. is STRPHANO: Judging from the way he can swillit down, he doesn’t seem tobe stu- pid. I'l try to civilize him. Oh . : not too much, of course. But enough so that ss he can be ofsome use, ‘TRINCULO: Civilize him! Shee-it! Does he even know how to talk? + - STEPHANO: I couldn't get word out of him, but [know wayso loose his tongue: + (He takes.a bottle froni his pocket.) ‘TRINCUEO: (stopping, him) Look here, you'ré'riot going to waste that nectar on be 60 first savage that comes along, are you? STEPHANO: Selfish! Back off-Let me perform my'civilizing mission. (Offering the bottle to CALIBAN.) Of course, if he was cleaned up a bit he'd be worth more to both of us. Okay? We'll exploit hiin together?-Ie’s a'deal? (Jo CALIBAN) Drink up, Fal. You. Drink . .. Yam-yum botty botty! (CaLIBAN-drinks) You, drink more. 6s (CALIBAN refuses) You no more thirsty?(STEPEIANO drinks) Me always thirsty! (STEPHANO and TRINCULO drink.) STEPHANO: Tkinculo, you know I used to be prejudiced against shipwrecks, but was wrong. They're not bad at all. ° ‘TRINCULO: That’ true. It seems to make things taste better afterwards:... 70 STEPHANO: Not to mention the fact that it’ got rid of lot of old farts that were al- ‘ways keeping the world down! May they rest in peace! But then, you liked them, didn’t you, all those kings and dukes, all those-noblemen!. Oh, I served them. well enough, you've got to earn your drink somehow... .But I could never stand them, ever—understand? Never. Trinculo, my ftiend, I'm along-time be- 75 liever in the republic ... you might as well say: it: 'm-a died-in-the-wool be- licver in the people first, a republican in my guts! Down with tyrants! TRINCULO: Which reminds me . .. If, as it would semi, the King arid the Duke are dead, there's a crown and a throne up for grabs around here STEPHANO: By God, you're right! Smart thinking, THiacula!' heir ...I crown myself king of the island. TRINCULO: (sarcastically) Sure you do! And why yous, iiay.1 ask? Pm the one who thought of it first, that crown! STEPHANO: Look, Trinculo, don't be silly! I meat, Yeally: just take a look at yourself) ‘What’ the first thing a king needs? Bearing. Presence. And if T'ye got anything, 65 it’s that. Which isn't true for everyone. So, Iam the King! CALIBAN: Long live the King! STEPHANO: Its a miracle ., he can talk! And what's thoré; he tail sérise! O brave savage! (He embmaes CALIBAN.) You see, my.dear Trinculo, the-people has spo- ken! Vox poputi, vox Dei. .;But please, don’t be upset: Stephano is: magnani- 99 mous and will:never. abandon his friend Trinculo,:the friend who stood by him 0, L appoint myself 20 397 360 _MONSTERS AND HEROES 95 100 105 110 as 120 Bs 130 in his trials. Teinculo, we've eaten rough bread together, welve drunk rot-gut » swine together. want to.do'something for you: shall appoirit yori Marshal. But we're forgetting our brave savage .... It's a scientific miracle! He can. talk! CaLIBAN: Yes, Sire: My'enthusiasm-has restored my.speech. Long live the King!Buc beware the usurper! tant ae ny SEEPHANO: ‘Usurper? Who? Trinculo? a CALIBAN: No, the other one ... Prospero. 21 STEPHANO! Prospero? Don’t now bimii' «3 > + jE ey CALIBAN: Well, you see, this island used to belong to me, except that a man named Prospero cheated mé of itI'm.perfectly willing to:give you my tight to it; bat the only-thing.is, you'll have,to fight Prospero fort. » sett a STEPHANO: That is of no matter, brave savage. Its a bargain! I'll get rid of this Pros- pero for you in two:shakes. VE wt a CALIBAN?” Watch’ outyhe’s powetful: ; ee aggnenent STEPHANO: My dear savage, I eat a dozen Prosperos like that for breakfast every day. But say no'more, say. no. more!:‘Trinculo, take'command ef the troops! Let'us march upon the foe! ni i ys Fo TRINCULO: Yes, forward inarch! But fist, a drink. Wetwill needall our strength and sa WAQOE #2 90 WL wet ae et (CALIBAN: Let's drink; imy-new-founid friends, and detu® sin “the day arid‘of an endito tyrannyt:n ¢ ” (Singing) ” Black pecking creature-of the savannas: ‘The quetzal measures out the new day i. o.s.* solid and Wiely: + ane iets haughty armor. Zing! the determined hsimmingbird. « : » «rebels‘in the flowier's depths, + “ ‘ « going oiazy, getting drunks: <7 Iynebind gathers up our raving. 4 Freedom hi-day! Breedom fit-day! ios. ° 5 1 STEPHANO atid FRINCUTO: (Together), Freedon The ritigdove dale: cimid the trees, ‘iidering the tla here it reste ‘The white blossoms of the miconia’ "Mingle with the violet blood of ripe bervie And blood stains your plumage, . Bramall se Lying here after ‘a iveary day We listen to ii: ©" _ .Preedom hi-day! Freedom hixday! z STEPIANO;» Okaymonster }...enough- crooning, Singing makes-a tian thirsty. Let's drinkiinsteai, Here, have some-more- its create higher spirits... «(Filling a . -glass:)-bead thierway, © bountifial wine! Soldiers, forward-niarch! Or rather 2 Césaire “+A Tempest «porAtease! Night is falling, the firefliés twinkle, the crickets chirp, all'nature makes‘its biek-Ke-ke-kek! And since night has fallen, let-us take advantage of it to gather our forces and regain our strength, which’has been sorely tried-by the « ubusuilly 2: copious emotions of the! day. And tomorroy,at dawn, with a new spring in our step, we'll have the typaits hide. Good night, geitlemen, (He falls svasleep:aid begins to'snore Jie dss cc2. 8, ge SCENE 3 (PROSPEROS cave) better get a move on! And all of them! I want all of them tortake'part in the entertainment I have planned for our dear children. Why-do Isay “entertainment”? Because starting today I want to inculcate in them the spectacle of tomortow’s world: logic, beauty, harmony, the foundations for which I have laid down by my own will-power. Unfortunately, alas, at my age it’ time to stop ‘Hinkaiig. of deeds and to begin thinking of passing on... Enter, then! (Gods and Goddesses enter) JUNO: Honor and riches to you! Long continuance and Sncrenog Jong life and hon ored issue! Juno sings to youheniblessings!.. 5 CERES: May scarcity and want shun you! That is Ceres! blesing on you mus: (beckoning to the Nymphs) Nymph, come help to celebrateshere a contact of true love. ‘ : (Nymphs enter and dance.) PROSPERO: My thanks, Goddesses, and my thanks to you, Irs. Thank you for your good wishes, (Gods and Goddesses continue their dance.) FERDINAND: What a splendid and smajntic vision! May I be so bold é think these spirits? aad PROSPERO:! Yes; spirit which by amy'art I have’ from theis confines called-to greet you and to bless you. P (Enter 2sHU,) MANDA: But who is that? He doesn't look very benevolent! If ‘weren't afzid of blaspheming, I'd say he was a devil rather than a god. ESHU: (laughing) You are not mistaken, fair lady. od tomy fidads, the Devil to my PROSPERO: (of) ‘Ariel tnust have mide-a mistake.ds-any magic getting tasty? (Aloud) What are you doing here? Who invited you? I don't like such loose be- havior, éven from a god! Bstfuy-But.thdt’s just the poiftts:: .no oné invited me... .And that:wasn't very nice! ‘Noboily remembered poof Eshu!So poor Eshuicame inyway. Hihibi! So how -dbout something to- drink? (Without baiting for a repli he powrs'a drink. liquor’ notibad: However, I must say I'prefer dogs!:(Leoking af 1R1S):1 see that 364 Bs 140 10 6 2s 399 362_MONSTERS AND: HEROES 20 shocks the little lady, but to each. his own. Some!prefer chickens, others prefer goats. I’m not too fond of chickens, syn Burifyoute aking about-a black dog ...: think of poor Eshul : PROSPERO: ‘Got out! Govaway! We will havernone ofyour srimace and bafoonery in this noble asseinbly. (He’makes «i magic sign.) «2 % 35 BSHU: I’m going, boss, I'm going ... But not without a little song in-honor of the bride and the noble company, as you say. Beh can play many tricks, Give him twenty dogs! You wil ee his dry tis, 10. stant Eola plays tik. on the Queen: Sage x +0" And-makes her So upset that she mins t : “Naked ito the street 3 hageue «Esa plays a trick of bride,” eae day of the tvedding ss te Sane 6 ‘She gets into the wrong bed! “" —* ° Eshu can throw a stone yesterday And kill a bird today, fut Hee cart make a mess out of order andtice-versa: 2 p Ab, Esha is-2 wondeful-bad joke! ' 12: a %0 Eshus.is not the man to carry wheavy load, His head comes to a point, When he dances He doesn’t move his shoulders .. Oh, Eshu is a merry elf? Eshis is a nerry elf $5 And he can whip you with his dick, He can whip you, He can whip you . ce CERES: My dear Iris, don't you find that song quite obscene? JONO: It’sdisgusting! It's quite intolerable , -: fhe keeps on, mm levi 60 mis: It like Liber, or Priapus! JUNO: Don’t mention that name in my presence! ESHU: (continuing to sing) 5 «ithe his dike He can whip you, ivkip you JUNO: Oh! Can't someone get rid of him? I'm-not staying here!.. 6 ESHU: Olay, okay <.. Eshu will go Farewell, my dear celleagut! (Gods and Goddesses exit!) ae PROSPERO: He’ gone .:. whata reliefl But alas, the harm is dorie! I-am perturbed . ‘, My'dld brain is confused. Power! Power! Alas! All this willone day:fade, Hike foam, likea:cloud, like-all the, worldsAnd what is power, ifT cannot calm my own fearsA But ¢omel My'power has gone cold. (Calling) Asiell< 2. -0:> Clsaire + ATempest_ 363 ARIEL: (runs in) What is itp Sie? 01 tecey 0 PROSPERO:: Caliban is ale he's plotting hese petting a guerrilla fice together nd sjoutyou.don't saya word! Well, fake éaré of him. Snakes; scozpions, porcu- pines; all stinging poisonous creatures, he is-to be spared-nothing! His punish- ment must be exemplary:Oh, ind don'tforget the mud and mosquitoes! ‘nant: Maser, Jes me intercede for him and beg your indulgence. You've got to un- 7s derstand: he’s a rebel. PROSPERO: By his insubordination he calling into question the whiole order of the world. Maybe thé Divinity can afford to let hin get aay with it but [havea sense of responsibility! ARIEL: Very well, Master 10 PROSPERO: But 2 thought! drringe some glasi trinkets, some iriimpety aid some second-hand clothes too . .. but colorful ones s, . by the side of the road along which General Caliban and his troops are elie. Savages adore loud, gaudy clothes . i 3 ARIEL: Master . y as PROSPERO: Youle going to make me angry There’ nothing to understand. There is 2 punishment to be meted out.[ will nt compromise with evil. Hurry! Unless ‘your want to be the next to feel my wrath. SCENE 4 (ne the wild; night is drawing to a close; the murmurings of the. spirits oft tropical for- est are heard.) vorcet: Vulture! 5 VOICE m1: Heré.’ ~ af = VOICE: Soft-shélled crab, calio, crib, huminiigbird! worces: Here! Fete. Here. VOICE I: Cramp, crime, fang, opdssui vorcs i'Kra:Kra. Kra. Vvorce't: "Hiige hedgehog, you will be our sun esi Shaggy tal it burn! Moon, iy fit spider, any big dbéamcat, go ro sleds vorces: (singing) i 10 fed, stubborn. May velvet oite. King-ay . een Kingeay pe a 5 re Vonevon so. rsrinskrae lls og Bie : Fa Maloto = Vioom-vloom! - . g : (The sun rises. ARIEL band vanishes: CALIBAN Stands for @ nihrent, ibn eyes) CALAN: (ses cid scarce the bch) lave to think about getting gotng again Away, snakes, scorpions, porcupiines! Allstinging, biting, stickirig beasts! Sting, fever,

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