Rex Finis Mundi (Unfinished and unproduced Script)
REX: Fear. Fear foul and fetid, full fear, felt full through.
On shore now, washed with waves most high and fierce
Our crew, our trekkers from Old World to New,
Once sconced in beds with dreams of better lives
Now shiver, shocked and soaken where hope flew.
The clouds, whose promise did give hope to all,
Now threaten, with a fist of sullen hue,
To smash and crush and hurl the chunks away
That bark'd were whole and with sail bellied true.
The lure, a land where hope is new, where life
And love and promised prosper buttled we
Who gambled all on western passage prized.
No fetters, nor proscriptions hinder us,
We claim the freedom others us deprived.
ENTER BRENDAN, FARMER TO THE COLONY
BRENDAN: Hail, Captain Mundi.
REX: Farmer Brendan, ho. What news?
BRENDAN: Some luck, my lord, but though our lives are spared,
The kine and sheep have suffered deathly death.
REX: No ! Say tis not so !
BRENDAN: 'Tis not so, you say I say, but i' faith I lie, for lo, tis so.
REX: Good jester o' the barnyard, be cow-ful with our seeds.
BRENDAN: My pine-clad heels and daughter spreads her hands,
Protecting nubs of life that sprout this land
And feed the cast-offs from our foundered ship,
The cast of our founder's colonial dream.
REX: Ah and ah again, and fie but that
This new world venture'd see a new world time,
This hundredweight of years grows old, stone cold.
Bold, bold let us be, as fifteen hundred
Dies and a new millenium takes hold.
BRENDAN: Sirrah, my brain heats overmuch and boils.
A clever man you be, I see you are
Too wise for me. To bed for morrow's toils.
REX: Anon, costermaster, sleep deep, sleep well.
EXEUNT BRENDAN, STAGE LEFT
Pale moon, quick light, to bright my brain or swoon,
This journey from well known to frightful new,
My monstrous seed set in the verdant loam
Of chartless realms that, hope, will soon be home.
My shoulders bear the beastly weight of faith,
From England's pleasant shore so green yet dull,
This course we chose, to our own selves be true,
To make this world, a world so blest for few,
Not ...
ENTER ARVED AND PEWSILDER, W/VARIOUS OTHERS
ARVED: Oy, the majestic presence ponders our pitiful plight.
PEWSILDER: Speed, man, snare those sunny sonnets before they take flight.
ARVED: Our futures we have placed in thy wanky hands, good liege.
PEWSILDER: We followed thee on much heralded terms and water-tight covenants.
ARVED: And paid good gold, our houses sold, our commerce placed in peril
for this game.
CROWD: MUTTERING
PEWSILDER: What's afoot, if not thy precious backside much abuséd?
ARVED: Lead us to a new land, a new life, a new world, a new millenium ?
CROWD: MORE MUTTERING
Fie on thee ! Ah ! Ha ! Zounds ! Yoicks ! Gadzooks ! Begorrah !
Forsooth !
PEWSILDER: A colony ? This cultish cargo cartooned upon the clyffes, cleft
'tween desires, but caution, beware our augury.
ARVED: Yes, warning thee, 'Rex' Finis Mundi.
CROWD: LAUGH
ARVED: Your liege will lie safe, but be on tenterhooks, we watch and wait,
and dog you may end.
CROWD: RAUCOUS AND BAWDY LAUGHTER
PEWSILDER: Or dog's breakfast.
ARVED: Finis Mundi will finish finnan haddie.
CROWD: MORE LAUGHTER
REX: Your jibes and joviality look good
Upon the phizogs of a curséd crew,
Shipwreckt hereon, a shore both cruel and new ...
CROWD: New, new, new, new, new, new won't do.
REX: In sooth, I harp unpleasantly 'pon this,
So as a resolution new ...
CROWD: Aaaahhh ?
REX: Newwwwww...tworthy ...
CROWD: Aaaahhh ...
REX: So as a resolution noteworthy On virgin rock, I vow that presently,
I will replace the future and the past.
My lexic wanderings be far and few,
Will not contain the caustic letters ...
CROWD: Noooooo !
REX: Good friends, your jolly nature bodes us well.
Our probe fine served by men of wit and mirth
Speaks truly to this wager's rare success.
My cohorts, you who serve with selfless ease,
Make Mundi Town a possibility.
Nay, possible. You make my dreams come true !
Mundi town will blossom for me and you !
CROWD: What ? Mundi Town ? Who made mention 'bout Mundi Town ?
ARVED: Mundi, Mundi ...
1: Bah
2: Da
3: Bah
1: Da
2: Da
3: Da
PEWSILDER: Can't trust that guy.
1: Bah
2: Da
3: Bah
1: Da
2: Da
3: Da
ARVED: Finis Mundi
1: Bah
2: Da
3: Bah
1: Da
2: Da
3: Da
PEWSILDER: Is this all that you hoped you could buy ?
ARVED: Oh Finis Mundi, You gave us no warnin', of what was to be
1: Hah
2: Ha
3: Hah
1: Ha
2: Ha
3: Ha
PEWSILDER: That Mundi town was s'posed to be good for you and me.
ARVED: God's teeth, the weather thickens like a below-deck's fog, there's a
chill loose amongst us and I 'low we'll burn most useable wood before
the night be through. I'm off.
PEWSILDER: Me, too.
CROWD: And I.
CROWD: Aye, and I, too.
CROWD: And me 'n' you.
EXEUNT STAGE LEFT
REX: A quiver, brrr. Too right these mongrels be.
Storm's shelter from the winds and icy blasts
Will first thing's first be 'rected in the wode.
Anon and to my daughter's waiting breast,
Where Finis finds bold comfort and deep rest.
EXIT STAGE LEFT THE BLASTED HEATH, THREE NATIVE SHAMEN GATHER
ROUND A SMOKELESS FIRE
ALL: Alamacka ching,
Alamacka chow,
Alamacka ching ching chow chow chow.
Boom-a-lacka
Boom-a-lacka
Sis-boom-bah !
Beothucks ! Beothucks !
Rah ! Rah ! Rah !
FIRST SHAMAN: White ghost here now.
SECOND SHAMAN: Smashed canoe too.
THIRD SHAMAN: Braves loin'd in tents.
FIRST SHAMAN: Squaw with bush lips.
SECOND SHAMAN: No good coming.
THIRD SHAMAN: No good coming.
ALL: Trouble troubleboats in rubble,
Braves and squaws
Live life in double.
RABBIT AND PARTRIDGE RUN ACROSS STAGE
FIRST SHAMAN: Fowl is hare and hare is foul.
A hare ! A hare !
SECOND SHAMAN: Finis Mundi is here !
ENTER FINIS MUNDI WITH HIS DAUGHTER, BERNADETTE
BERNADETTE: Pater, father, papa, man of my life,
Who loved my mother as though she were wife,
What of this 'prise, this colony unfurled,
What barmy bug bites you 'bout this New World ?
REX: Bernadette, don't worry, Bernadette,
Our venture on this foreign soil is blessed
E'en though our ship lies crushéd and distressed.
My dumpling, my own, the light of my life,
Whom I love as dearly as like a wife,
Whose buxom charms and fulsome figure full
Do with its pendulous and meaty dugs
Attract a father, nay an upright man,
To fie at custom - heed to nature's plan.
BERNADETTE: And lo, these berry bushes prove a lure
To lay and lie and dally most impure
Where hands are blurs and seeking move about
To find those places moist most and ready
As flowers, yes, and rocks and shale and sea
Clammy this and purple that, seething and popping ...
REX: Shush and quiet, girl, give nought a cry
That summons here our nosey wanton crew,
Who would not understand nor stop to see
The natural 'traction 'tween you and me.
Your downy pouty lips.
BERNADETTE: Oh, Father, no.
REX: Your knowing swirling tongue
BERNADETTE: Oh, Father, yes.
REX: Let's hoist these bloomers, 'dette!
BERNADETTE: Oh, Father, now!
THIRD SHAMAN: Ahem.
FIRST SHAMAN: Ahem, ahem.
SECOND SHAMAN: Sshh, brothers, let's observe these celebrations
of the ghost.
REX: God's teeth, what be ye ?
SECOND SHAMAN: Blast.
BERNADETTE: Oh father ! Wild beasts with speech ?
REX: Or goblins daubed in maroon to taunt the marooned ?
SHAMEN: Rickety ax, rickety ax, Rickety ax ax ax.
Humilacka humilacka
Ba-doom pish ha !
Beothucks ! Beothucks !
Rah ! Rah ! Rah !
FIRST SHAMAN: First we see you
SECOND SHAMAN: Gods from far off
THIRD SHAMAN: Dashed on our shore
FIRST SHAMAN: Now we see you
SECOND SHAMAN: Want what we do
THIRD SHAMAN: Could you be like us, yet be so pale ?
REX: Carmine skinned with devil's dye,
Mundi Pond. Mundi Tuesday.
Rex's daughter described - mustaches, it's a man, or that RFM
resorts to bumboys. Arvid and Pewsilder murder Bernadette, one
of them takes on disguise as her. (Falls in love with RFM and
vice versa ?)Some men in crew are indeed women, boys find out,
therefor men get into men's pants; RFM getting in to woman's
pants, and it's a man.
The priest.
2nd in command.
Natives