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play,
Like tennis balls they mark the day,
There is one fair human maid,
In quest of whom some plans I’ve laid,
And she may soon be quite dismayed,
And that…
David:
(Steps forward and interrupts Priss with his
own poem.)
The gods above have shined on me,
And shed their tears for they can see,
That among them, none’s my match,
And for women, I’m a catch.
I have the sharpest rapier wit,
Of knowledge, I have every bit,
Of beauty, there can be none better,
All women love but none can fetter,
I must be free to roam and venture,
Till I am old, and… um… and need a
denture.
(Enter Myolaena)
Myolaena:
I would be happy. I would be merry. If
they’d burn the rhyming dictionary!
Thomas:
What? Ho!
David:
Stop Sorceress! The king has ordered your
arrest.
Myolaena:
Arrest me? How can a fuzzy kitten arrest me?
You are a fuzzy kitten! (Waves her hands to cast a spell, but
nothing happens.) What’s wrong? You are a fuzzy kitten!
David:
It’s no use Sorceress. My friend Priss has
given me a charm to protect me from your spells.
(Enter the King)
King:
You have conspired against me, Myolaena. You
must be punished.
Myolaena:
You can’t do anything to me. You need me.
Who will protect you from the hordes of goblins and monsters? Who
will enchant your armor, breed your winged horses, or transport
your armies through the ether? You need me.
King:
Quite right, and besides the results of your
plots have rendered me a certain service, in providing me with the
most delightful creation of womanhood.
(Enter the Queen. She takes the King’s
hand.)
King:
But you must be kept in check. I have
decided you must be married. Your husband will become the object of
your plots, and save the rest of us much trouble. You shall marry
Sir David!
David:
Sire! I like this not!
Myolaena:
No! I’ll not be given over to that braggart.
I’d turn myself into a toad first. I would rather marry that great
fool, Sir Frontal Lobotomy (gestures at Thomas).
King:
Very well. Marry Sir Thomas.
Thomas:
Okay.
(Enter Britomart)
Britomart:
Hold! I claim this man by right of his
conquest. No man has ever made me feel the way that he has.
Myolaena:
Supreme. Another melon-head heard from.
Britomart:
Can you imagine going through life with the
thought that there may be no one for you to love? Can you imagine
living such a terrible life?
Queen:
I understand your pain, Lady Knight.
Myolaena:
Oh, can we just get on with this?
King:
Very well. Sir Thomas will marry the lady
warrior.
Thomas:
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I have a wife now,
Yup.
King:
We will have to find another husband for
you, Sorceress.
Priss:
If it please your Majesty, I will have the
wench.
King:
Fine. The wedding will be on the morrow.
(Exit King, Queen, Knights)
Priss:
Come now my wife to be. I will show you whom
your husband really is.
Myolaena:
I cannot marry just anyone. My husband must
be of noble ancestry.
Priss:
My dear. I can trace my family back to the
dinosaurs.
Myolaena:
What is it about you that I find strangely
compelling? It’s as if I can refuse you nothing.
Priss:
Oh, how I have wanted you. I’ve laid plots
and cast spells to bring all this about. I will show you arcane
mysteries that you can only imagine.
Myolaena:
Oooh, keep talking that way.
The End.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Wesley Allison lives in Henderson, Nevada
with his wife Victoria, daughter Rebecca, his son John, and their
iguana Cissy. He has taught English and History at B. Mahlon Brown
Junior High School for sixteen years.
Books by Wesley Allison
Princess of Amathar
His Robot Girlfriend
Eaglethorpe Buxton and the Elven Princess
Eaglethorpe Buxton and the Sorceress
And coming soon:
Senta and the Steel Dragon
Visit
AMATHAR . BLOGSPOT . COM
For the latest news and information on
The books of Wesley Allison.
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Like tennis balls they mark the day,
There is one fair human maid,
In quest of whom some plans I’ve laid,
And she may soon be quite dismayed,
And that…
David:
(Steps forward and interrupts Priss with his
own poem.)
The gods above have shined on me,
And shed their tears for they can see,
That among them, none’s my match,
And for women, I’m a catch.
I have the sharpest rapier wit,
Of knowledge, I have every bit,
Of beauty, there can be none better,
All women love but none can fetter,
I must be free to roam and venture,
Till I am old, and… um… and need a
denture.
(Enter Myolaena)
Myolaena:
I would be happy. I would be merry. If
they’d burn the rhyming dictionary!
Thomas:
What? Ho!
David:
Stop Sorceress! The king has ordered your
arrest.
Myolaena:
Arrest me? How can a fuzzy kitten arrest me?
You are a fuzzy kitten! (Waves her hands to cast a spell, but
nothing happens.) What’s wrong? You are a fuzzy kitten!
David:
It’s no use Sorceress. My friend Priss has
given me a charm to protect me from your spells.
(Enter the King)
King:
You have conspired against me, Myolaena. You
must be punished.
Myolaena:
You can’t do anything to me. You need me.
Who will protect you from the hordes of goblins and monsters? Who
will enchant your armor, breed your winged horses, or transport
your armies through the ether? You need me.
King:
Quite right, and besides the results of your
plots have rendered me a certain service, in providing me with the
most delightful creation of womanhood.
(Enter the Queen. She takes the King’s
hand.)
King:
But you must be kept in check. I have
decided you must be married. Your husband will become the object of
your plots, and save the rest of us much trouble. You shall marry
Sir David!
David:
Sire! I like this not!
Myolaena:
No! I’ll not be given over to that braggart.
I’d turn myself into a toad first. I would rather marry that great
fool, Sir Frontal Lobotomy (gestures at Thomas).
King:
Very well. Marry Sir Thomas.
Thomas:
Okay.
(Enter Britomart)
Britomart:
Hold! I claim this man by right of his
conquest. No man has ever made me feel the way that he has.
Myolaena:
Supreme. Another melon-head heard from.
Britomart:
Can you imagine going through life with the
thought that there may be no one for you to love? Can you imagine
living such a terrible life?
Queen:
I understand your pain, Lady Knight.
Myolaena:
Oh, can we just get on with this?
King:
Very well. Sir Thomas will marry the lady
warrior.
Thomas:
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I have a wife now,
Yup.
King:
We will have to find another husband for
you, Sorceress.
Priss:
If it please your Majesty, I will have the
wench.
King:
Fine. The wedding will be on the morrow.
(Exit King, Queen, Knights)
Priss:
Come now my wife to be. I will show you whom
your husband really is.
Myolaena:
I cannot marry just anyone. My husband must
be of noble ancestry.
Priss:
My dear. I can trace my family back to the
dinosaurs.
Myolaena:
What is it about you that I find strangely
compelling? It’s as if I can refuse you nothing.
Priss:
Oh, how I have wanted you. I’ve laid plots
and cast spells to bring all this about. I will show you arcane
mysteries that you can only imagine.
Myolaena:
Oooh, keep talking that way.
The End.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Wesley Allison lives in Henderson, Nevada
with his wife Victoria, daughter Rebecca, his son John, and their
iguana Cissy. He has taught English and History at B. Mahlon Brown
Junior High School for sixteen years.
Books by Wesley Allison
Princess of Amathar
His Robot Girlfriend
Eaglethorpe Buxton and the Elven Princess
Eaglethorpe Buxton and the Sorceress
And coming soon:
Senta and the Steel Dragon
Visit
AMATHAR . BLOGSPOT . COM
For the latest news and information on
The books of Wesley Allison.
Read excerpts
Download ebooks
Purchase books
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