GE 1995 Season 2 Episode 4: Gaitering Scene
Note: this is not a transcript, but a working draft of the script, so there may be differences in the aired version.
THE PORTUGUESE GAITERING AND
EVISCERATION OF MERCHANT WAREHAM
Act III Scene 7
ED: Hang him instantly !
STEVE: Pluck out his eyes !
MACK: The Portuguese Gaiter !
ED: The Gaiter !
MACK: Yes !
STEVE: The Buskin !
MACK: Then ... evisceration !
ED: Eviscerate him !
STEVE: Guts for garlands !
MACK: Yes !
ED: Pike pole him !
STEVE: Like a yellow yam - yock !
MACK: Yes !
ED: Bring him forward !
STEVE: Give him last words !
MACK: Yes !
WAREHAM: Ye foolish ommadhauns, ye ownshooks, ye.
Ye grum grout butt-ends, ye truckly muck, ye.
Amongst ye who can rouse enow for all
So as to batten walls 'gainst red devils.
To build and fan winter's flames 'gainst the cold ?
Which dunchy sadogue rallies from his dwall
With fish to sell to whom ? From whom to get
Yer salt when saggers flood yer house and flakes ?
Some cockabaloo, some bostoon, I allow.
Who then had nought and now have nought without me.
I curse your collop and your collar boats.
STEVE: Finished, are ye ?
WAREHAM: (OUT OF CHARACTER) Well, I have a list of people I'd like to
thank.
THERE'S A PAUSE. THEN ...
ED: To the church !
STEVE: Claim the gaiter !
MACK: To the convent !
ED: Fit the buskin !
WAREHAM: AWFUL SCREAMS
SFX: WAREHAM'S INNARDS COMING OUT
ED: Bear him from hence. Our present business is general joy.
STEVE: Now mates of my soul, 'tis our golden age in this realm, the toime
of toimes in this gaitered state !