Act 4

Scene 2 :

Matholwch's Castle

FALCON

"A play; a play... Ha! All to catch the conscience of a king," said Hamlet the Dane... So much the better to teach a lesson, I can . Yet soft, here is
Ulster's lovely pearl

and the arrogant prince welcoming a king.

[enter Fand and Matholwch.]

This should be quite amusing.

[Enter King Bran and retinue]

MANAWYDDAN

I do not like this brother, that you can accommodate this man in
foul

inobservance of your laws.

ELIAWRAS

Peace, lir-ed sear lord, sit next to Fand. Lors sit here and here. Peace is

far better than a pile of corpses.

FALCON

Then what are these hanging to the columns?

ELIAWRAS

Nothing more than wine, lord Falcon.

FALCON

Me a lord? Hardly. I think I will have a taste.

[draws his sword stabs one of the bags, drinks the blood]

Mmm. Nice taste. I serve no king, but I can say this, your wine has
gone

bad.

MATHOLWCH

[aside to Eliawras]

We have been found out. If Falcon tells the king, we are done.

ELIAWRAS

Peace, I acquiesce, lord fate.

[He mounts the stage]

To the beautiful voice of articulacy, epic and heroic verse; historic and heroic poems according to the parchment; lyric rhyme, particularly love and erotic doggerel, mimicry all set to the lyre... or the delightful rejoicing well of music and lyrics to the double flute. With knife and club in one hand one can wear the tragic mask and the corthurnus boot. Or sit pensively

mediating like a woman in a long cloak to rest our elbow on the
pillar before breaking into sacred hymn, eloquence, and dance. In this dance to the lulling flute and lyre one can break into the chorus and lyric
canto.

Should you rather for the rural pursuits, the shepherd's crook, one
can

think of comedy and pastoral prose. This all set under the cloak embroidered with the stars called the sky. We must peg them with the right

and set the globe in our left for the astrology is set. (1) In
these

ancient days of blessed Prydiedn, when London was only a clutch of
huts

along the Thames where enfolds the tale -

"The Most lamentable comedy and most cruel death of Llud and
Llefleys."

MATHOLWCH

[aside]

Thank gods that your prologue was very long, my soldiers in the wine bags

have been forgotten.

[Exit Eliawras; Enter Deere as BeliMawr]

DEERE

{AS BeliMawr}

Rex of Trifalgar square and Hyde Park, I play sanely a king called

BeliMawr, a just and honest monarch whose loyalty to his brother

Cunobelinus of Catuvellani and Porrax is of no question. (2) Though
in abject reality, I am only Deere, a simple fuller. Here is my crown mural, rod, robe of crow-feathers plucked from the white stone tomb for if
they

leave the tower will fall into the sea and be an end to monarchy.
(3)

QUEEN DRAGONFLY

What is the matter, the prologue is not that bad and this man may not be a

king, yet we can imagine one.

KING BRAN

That stone he speaks of is my tomb. And also I do not need to. For Beli of London fathered my mother Penardun by Don. He looks nothing like my revered

grandfather, who died watching Pernardun demand Lear to marry him or be fixed like seeing a gorgon. For she came in the shape of an old woman
and

only with a kiss would she take on her true beauty.

DEERE

{AS BeliMawr}

A beast, a beast befouls me with every sport I pursue endlessly as does the sun chase the moon and the moon chase the sun. Only at the twilight times

of dawn and dusk do I rust in the arms of a lady most wise in the
bosom of Gaust Forest.

[Enter Hounde as Don]

Quietly, here comes the beast I seek.

HOUNDE

{AS Don}

Howl? Horeau? Bark? I bay in and out the day. Born of the Tuantha De Dannan

I dealt with powers infernal, and by Wormwood, the Star of Death, was set in the shape of a beast to make the Formorri lord of Gaust Forest give quick chase? Howl? Horeau? Woof? Do not mistake this canine costume of
Don, I am really the

man call'd Hounde the Mercer.

AILILL

If he did not say he was a man, I suspect they might be rude enough to put

a woman on the stage in the costume of a questing dog.

DEERE

{AS BeliMawr}

Sons! Daughter Penardun! Where are you?

[enter Bulle and Horse]

Help me cat this gaily beast.

BULLE

{AS Llud}

A quick prince Llud, I, Bulle the Butcher play aiding my father in
his hunt of the glatisant dog that in some light takes the shape of a serpent with the body of a leopard with coven hooves letting from her belly
the deafening noise likened that of thirty hounds barking.

HORSE

{AS Llefleys}

Tally ho! The game is afoot Nemedian Beli, I would follow but my heart pains me for the lack of being loved. I, though the brave Horse, am
Lleflys the gay and bounteous lad seek nubile youth though in realty my marked name is well-known, very famous, handsome, ardite, and honest Horse
the Tanner.

DEERE

{AS BeliMawr}

[aside]

She spoke out of tern, damn that cheating leather-worker, and now he ads

more words than what I wrote.

HORSE

{AS Llefleys}

Good bye father and brother Lludd, I go to Normandy and seek fair Anu, its

Queen.

[Exit Horse]

DEERE

{AS BeliMawr}

Then go. I go set chase to Don. Off I go endlessly chasing until my
death, then Pelinore shall take up the chase.

[He crowns Bulle with the mural crown]

You be king here while I give to my hunt to the questing monster.

HOUNDE

{AS Don}

Yowl? Horeau? Bark? And I run by-and-by.

[Exit Deere and Hounde arm-in-arm; enter Fawne]

FAUNE

{AS Anu}

Face tinted blue in Normandy I sit wearing the moon as a crown, I, Faune

the Vitner, in a red dress with my thigh's hose girded with green snake garters. The gorget around my net is set yet I wish that the Morning Star, Venus, would give with succor'd elf-shot give my heart light. Yet Anu of Normans I must not love for if I marry foreign, which is my right to do, slave I become to my husband's land. If I marry among my noble clans, their family is raised up to take rights that do not belong to them. So, rightly,

virgin I stay. (4)

ALBANY

They were in London, now the scene changes to Normandy without transition.

BOARE

{AS Taranis}

For Oberon and Puck have seen this giant, myself Boare the Limner
as Taranis of Thunder, near her cloaked in rumbling, so that each time Cupid brings the arrow taught, lets the shot fly, it lands into a cup of
flowers

without any love except to cause mischief. (4)

KENT

If this Boare is a titian, then I am an emperor. He is even shorter than

the one playing Queen Anu.

BOARE

{AS Taranis}

If only I thunder-clad Taranis, wish that I could fin the milk white tinted in purple's love-wound. My speckled mantle shirt with red and golden bows like the aegis of the brutish colossus and hard-working Cyclops shrieks for

thee, dear Queen Anu.

FAUNE

{AS Anu}

Giant Taranus, your shape your clouds with lighting boarders block out the golden-haired, amber eyed, wheel shield protected Beli-sun. I do not like

tee for that purpose setting star-crowned Mawr from this land (5).

[slaps him twice]

Be gone, Taranis, I will not find love in thee.

BOARE

{AS Taranis}

I shall leave you yet by every art none shall ever have Queen Anu.

[exit Boare, enter Horse]

HORSE

{AS Llefleys}

O firm-looked day! O day with hue so light. O day, whichever art when night

is not. O day, o day! Alack, alack, alack, I fear this Anu before
me is

wrought out of Normandy.

FAUNE

{AS Anu}

What lord is this from across the Channel? His face suits me, such bringing

happiness to the heart. Who are thou standing there like a Helios?

HORSE

{AS Llefleys}

O thee, I am Lleflys from the bonny isle of the angles, which not compared to the sight before me. I am fixed to the spot as if a wall is between us. O wall, o sweet, o lovely wall, that stand'st between me and her Thank what you will, I am at your grace, to spay and I can hear your voice so sweet
like Limander am I trusty still the son of King BeliMawr.

FAUNE

{AS Anu}

And I like Helen, until the Fates me kill.

FALCON

[aside]

Careful what you ask of my mothers, they might give it to you.

HORSE

{AS Llefleys}

Not Shafalus to Procrus was so true.

FAUNE

{AS Anu}

As Cephalus and Procris, I to you. O, kiss the wall's hole, not your lips

at all.

[they kiss]

MANAWYDDAN

[to FAND]

Lady pearl, by my crane bag and sea horses, those two do not make a good

lover well. I can see that by setting of my golden clasped shoes and Tairirnigiri ring that Matholwch wants to win a heart so right. For if
you

love anyone that son will be the origin for a knight of the lake.

FAND

[to Manawyddan]

What? I rather sleep with you, kind sea lord, than Matholwch.

[re-enter Bulle]

Why not? I shall bed you this night.

HORSE

{AS Llefleys}

Stand next to me dear, love, as we sit and meet my beleaguered brother in

the Channel.

FAUNE

{AS Anu}

Dear, dear Llefleys, I love your heart so.

BOARE

{AS Taranis}

[off stage]

Such which, Llud's kingdom is blighted by my curse. Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
Ha!

HORSE

{AS Llefleys}

Ho brother, why meet us on our nuptials in the Channel and not in the land

of Brigit?

BULLE

{AS Llud}

Dear brother, I cannot, the hag-beauty Bride is set under plagues
most horrendous. Every man marks the hour hoping it to be his last. For
every

grain in the glass is weight that hurts them more.

BOARE

{AS Taranis}

[off-stage]

Ha. Ha. Ha. My curse still.

HORSE

{AS Llefleys}

Then adieu my Fand, my Anu, my first duty mist be to my countrymen
and

brother.

FAUNE

{AS Anu]

Then with this kiss, I sent you off with luck that one day you might return

it to me.

[They kiss]

BULLE

{AS Llud}

Luck and pence to you, brother, I must go to attend your wife at my castle

thus.

[Exit Faune and Bulle arm-in-arm]

HORSE

{AS Llefleys}

Now what plague causes my brother pains?

[Enter Rate]

RATE

{AS the Corneid}

I Rate, am the Corneid. My ears of wheat listen and hear every conversation

in the isle. No secret is safe; I let everyone know what it is.
Like

Midas's ears the world knows all, dressed in sheaf and granule.

HORSE

{AS Llefleys}

Then such I shall rid the land of thee.

[Takes out a bottle, uncorks it]

In this drought, I have keep bees. I set them free about you and send you

from here.

RATE

{AS the Corneid}

By bee's sting I am struck deaf, I go, yet the others will beat you yet for

no man born of woman may defeat them truly.

[exit Rat, Enter SWANE, and RAVENE]

SWANE

{AS the White Dragon}

[fighting with wooden swords with Ravene]

Roar. Roar. I with the scales of a wyrm, Swawn the Cordwainer, with wooden

sword fight the red my opposite to the death. Roar. Roar.

RAVENE

{AS the Red Dragon}

[fighting with wooden swords with Swane]

Roar. Roar. Ravene the Habidasher gives no quarter to the White serpent. Roar. Roar. And in our fight the land grows pale and brings mountains to

tremble. Roar. Roar.

HORSE

{AS Llefleys}

Dragons ho. Why fight thou?

SWANE {AS the White Dragon } and RAVENE AS the Red Dragon}

[fighting with wooden swords]

Roar, roar. Are you a knight to slay us and interfere with our just duel?

Roar. Roar.

HORSE

{AS Llefleys}

No great dragons, I have brought you beer to quench your thirst for it is

hot this day.

SWANE {AS the White Dragon} and RAVENE

{AS the Red Dragon}

Roar. Roar. We then will drink. Roar. Roar.

[Drinks the beer, falls to the ground]

Roar. Roar. We have been tricked. Roar. Roar.

HORSE

{AS Llefleys}

Drunken dragons, I kick you into the ground and you will be never
seen

again.

[exit Swane and Ravene through a trap-door]

FALCON

Well then, this is well known. Two dragons sleep, drunk, underground, they shall wake and begin their fight anew in several generations. Still will I
have much trouble explaining why

Vortigern's bloody castle topples to the ground or let Bran's crows
nest there and keep the monarchy safe. (6)

GERN

[draws a bow]

And so will Bran, lulled by the play. Father, this is our chance, strike now or shall I? We should take pause from what came of Taranis, destroyed

by the returned Beli after his hunt. Come shot, kill my uncle dead!

[He shoots Bran in the leg]

EXTENT

One:

Aspects of the muses Calliope, Clio, Erato, Euterpe, Melpomme, Polyhymnia,
Terpischore, Thalia, Urania

Two:

Cunobelinus of Catuvellani, brother of King Beli Mawr of London (or Gaust Forest), can be translated as King Cymbeline. Beli, Celtic God of the Sun,
enemy of Taranus, God of the Storms

Three:

White Stone, "The Bloody Tower," the Tower of London. 1st built as a fort by Julius Caesar; later tomb for King Bran; William the Conqueror, used the
stone of the Tomb to build the White Tower. Legend has it if the crows leave the Tower, as a curse left by King Bran, the tower will fall into the
sea and so will the monarchy.

Four:

Reference to Elizabeth the First or Midsummer's Night Dream with the flower
that causes people to fall in love with one another

Five:

Beli, Celtic God of the Sun, natural enemy of Taranus, God of the Storms

Six:

Vortigern's castle. Each time the tyrant Vortigern tries to build his fortress, it falls. So only Merlin could tell him the secret that under it is the Red and White Dragon continuing their fight and the victor is the symbol that someday the Celts will be over-come by the Saxons. This was an
omen use by Merlin that Arthur would soon be born.