CHARACTERS:
ALCHEMIST
PROPHETESS
HARLOT
QUEEN
PRINCE
PRINCESS ISABEL
TROUBADOUR
KNIGHT
SQUIRE
PRIEST
CLERGYMAN
GIPSY
FOOL
UNKNOWN VOICE
ISABEL: Even though I am where I cannot really see, I feel hopefully that something will happen for another life. One of the most beautiful landscapes that a mortal creature has ever seen is the majestic move of deep, dark blue waters around the mysteries of the French Island of St. Michel, which almost swallows it with the bravery of the sea.... I see them so full of energy, like the strength that a rider needs to have to rise from the very falls that existence brings him...
The blown wind passing us almost makes us petrified and dancing for an instant. The foot in the water buries itself on the shore and the mist brought by the wind whispers a serene sound. It crosses my mind that I cannot turn a magnificent sword into prayers of violence, nor into an instrument of war, which makes innocent people bleed. It is then that nothing more gratifying would be to make the devil dispossess his earthly temptations and return to the foggy hell. Please, see my watery face and for the suffocation, I ask you: Bless me until the end of time, without you I perish like a corpse.
Once when I was a little girl, I saw around the Island several white horses running in the water by the sea and that day I knew that I would inherit one of them to live for me in the palace. My parents are deceased; their graves are inside the cathedral. [...]. Sometimes I seem to have follies that look like blessings: They remember the past and I only see wild horses running in the waters in a beautiful way until I hear a legend: “long time ago, after they’ve been used like tools of war and it had fallen by the sight almost blind, they perished on the sand and suddenly the snow has become like a red and bloody flower that spread itself about the bodies like symbol of passion and fury”.
[Princess Isabel is in the Neuschwanstein castle doing theater with masks together with the jester]. ISABEL: Look at your reflection that never merges with that of others [...]. FOOL: The man needs find himself before the divine light, even in hard times... And are in these moments that even the ungodly begins to doubt of themselves, considering that the madness be the answer to those who looks for uncover certain mysteries. There will be always the magic to those who knows how to use it on supernatural forces that nature invokes. So, the man can to discredit in everything, can keep on the walk of obviously or meditate, each time more deeply to see beyond that your eyes can see. But the magic will only have meaning if the sacrifice of man doesn’t be in vain. If it serve to enchant instead of to curse. There are those who face the evi
SCENE 3: THE PROPHETESS’S SIGHTS [Dialogue between the prophetess and alchemist]: PROPHETESS: I see the fate like mystics sights from the shiny and cloudy days: the battle of Issus. There under the rock, there is a cherub of God, just watching us. He has the body seeming like a wax sculpture beyond the sun’s light. The mount is filled by knights and soldiers carrying flags… They seem be in conflict. Then are days of anguish... […]. Oh, how beautiful is the horizon where reins the clouds of sky! How beautiful is the freshness and the breeze of the wind when resonate musically to us. How huge and endless is the universe and how much life brings the truth from a look! No more mistakes, no more absurd, no more negligence: that is the conduct that I crave – from a free been, full of intelligence, endowed of geniality and frantic and astute at the same time. What can you tel
HARLOT: I don’t know what to believe anymore… It seems my work doesn’t suit me. All I have was brought by the life: a series of judgments. Sometimes it's as if there's just dirt, like a deadly poison... It became to us, spread and contaminates us… I really am outraged! They are miserable soldes for a work of giving own body to the desire of any man and still receiving diseases! They said I’m ungrateful sometimes. They said the guilty of pestilences is ours. They said that fornication is much sought by the rich and they say it is necessary, because many expect to satiate the voluptuousness. I wouldn't mind that. This body is my property, each one chooses what good to do of it. There are homes with hungry children, there is a need to feed them. The subjects of the king who don't mind getting drunk and have contact with other meats full of lust. They say that devil lives in the brothels, as if he didn't visit it every night. Here is a mere house of women who are to serve those who feel
[The priest is doing a sermon at church]: PRIEST: The chastity vote is made by the purity of the body who was borne as sinner when is delivered it to the Lord. You shouldn’t prostitute, remind yourself from the original sin… God punishes the fornicator with diseases and more diseases! Remind yourself: the body is a divine creation, you shouldn’t violate it with carnal desires. You shouldn’t explore the lust, because it’s the devil’s way. Bodies that don’t follow our laws to the way of Kingdom of heaven will be condemned forevermore. Remind yourself that the devil watches our steps and expect us in the hell, where there is eternal pain and suffering, where witches are burned and where are those who don’t regret for your sins and they don’t enter in heaven. The man seems each day more lost in temptation If he looks for the prostitutes then commit a fatal sin and the hell expect him There is sc
TROUBADOUR: I feel a tight on my heart seeming like a stone of rough diamond on chest, I don’t know if my love will be matched. Beautiful lady who listens my song. These sudden doubts that insanely cause me an uproar! I should have the courage of a warrior to risk myself for hear a “not”. Perhaps I should hide how much lonely I feel myself sometimes, when I wake up by the morning and eats the sweeter fruit thinking about your kiss. I will sing and show how much I would love enjoy your company, how much I want see her and look her in the eyes and say what I fell in my heart. But the lady seems so far away… She seems the most beautiful of all ladies from this village, it’s like the most fragrant of the flowers from the forest, the most splendid of the forests which vivid colors amazes me. Her skin is white like a glass of milk, her hairs are black like ebony and her cheeks are pink. There is a bright in my eyes just like the moon on the starriest nights… I will go to meet her to decla
[The prince makes an announcement to the realm]: PRINCE: On this Friday of May, I announce our reunion here to honor our defense. Our celebrated and brave fight is because of a dreaded journey. There are creatures on this realm possibly and none of us knows your tricks. Some soldiers of this realm are being summoned by the queen to hunt them, to get the precious treasures of his living! There will be fame and glory to the warriors! And big parties and celebrations to whose defeat them! The creature is like a beast, so feared by the most cunning people So greedy that can kill Hungry, it will be waiting for his prey. Look, mortals, such preciosity, a cave filled by relics! See, every, see that! Which bravery is able to confront it? We will see, my dears Warriors, whom will take the sword to cut it head! What award, honor and g
[The squire talks to knight]: SQUIRE: Well, at this time the nobility of a knight should be to save ladies, protect the realm from enemies and fight in armed conflicts, if it would be on the contrary… A knight makes the oath and honor his word, But there are bad knights who don’t keep their promises. These don’t keep virtues and then they are punished But there are those who don’t fear and they serve as example on more arduous battles. And I don’t say just in bloody battles, bur in those which celebrate the life in all circumstance. There is those who looking for peace in the dreamed Holly Land Your journeys are long, like trips made to the other side of the mountains… They are not like gods, but we find inspiration on them… These knights are focused by eternal search of a miracle.<
QUEEN: Look right up high, dear Lady, there is enough ornaments to boast your power? Is there enough beauty as a growing symphony of stars in the sky? I doubt about myself sometimes, about what is enough to satiate my wishes... I think there is a poor decadency on this realm when desires doesn’t rebuild above my feet… But it’s possible that I am getting older each day, as years goes by. At any moment of life, we have to confront ourselves with the epidemic evils which desolate our palaces… The gold never seems enough. The gold isn’t that which buy a place in heaven, but it made many get their hands dirty with blood in the name of discord, in the name of ambitious passions. My subjects made good portraits and wrote manuscripts also… But the bloodthirsty colors of my hand let me each time more darkness, as if the slander was being put on my face or as if it were more and more involving my soul to a supernatural power, of a hidden nature from the darkness. Some kinds of castles keep tr