Bond Plays: 6: The War Plays; Choruses from After the Assassinations: Vol 6 (Contemporary Dramatists) by Bond Edward

Author:Bond, Edward [Bond, Edward]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Bloomsbury Publishing
Published: 2013-12-09T16:00:00+00:00

EIGHTEEN

Wilderness

Next morning.

The MAN lies asleep on the ground. He wears his coat and his head is wound in his muffler

He wakes and immediately stands, looks round, snatches up his things and runs out.

NINETEEN

Wilderness

An hour later.

The WOMAN walks on with her bundle. She is wrapped up and her head is down.

MAN (off). Stop!

The WOMAN goes on walking. The MAN runs on.

Yer said yer’d wait! – a week!

Not one day! One day!

Liar! Liar!

The WOMAN stops and stares at him a moment.

WOMAN. The noise it makes

A waste of time t’ wait – went along with it t’ shut yer up

MAN. Liar! Liar!

The MAN crouches on the ground to regain his breath.

WOMAN. Dont cling an row

That’s not the way t’ conduct yerself

People’ll just say what yer want t’ get rid of yer

The WOMAN starts to go. The MAN gets up and stops her.

MAN. Yer gave your word! Liar!

WOMAN. ’E understands nothin!

That was yesterday – a ’ole day’s gone – I broke me word

MAN. Yer said – could stay a – week!

The MAN crouches in front of her to bar her way and struggles to regain his breath.

WOMAN. Why stay? curiosity? – an empty crowd?

Yer can see I wont change

What a shame when someone cant see what they should do . . .

MAN. Got your ’ousc – ready

Quiet – warm – comer ’ouse

Watch out the windows – get used t’ people – till you’re ready t’ join ’em

Put furniture in

Arranged it – Ow yer’d like

A fireplace – the windows work – a garden

WOMAN. No

MAN. There’s a green cover on the bed – an, a carpet on the floor – red

WOMAN, No

MAN. I’d be your son

’Ow yer wanted ’im t’ be – I’d try

WOMAN. No

MAN. It’d be better than a bundle!

Not a bundle!

WOMAN. The bundle wasnt my kid

It was the other kid

Or the kids in the ruins

I passed through cities where a ’and reached out from every brick

I’m sorry your visit didnt work out as yer wanted

It was a good visit for me – thanks – Im glad yer came

That must be all

MAN. I didnt ask t’ meet yer in this ’ell!

I didnt ask yer t’ call me son!

Now keep your word!

I’ve got t’ go back – 1’ work

Dont make me drag this wilderness with me!

WOMAN. Give me your ’and

The MAN reaches his hand to her. She stoops and helps him to his feet.

This may be my last winter – I’ll choose ’ow I live it

If I let yer yer’d take the air I drew in my mouth for your own breath

MAN. Not just for me – for the others – its your place – come back t’ them

WOMAN. No

Go ’ome – your friends need yer – yer’ll know ’ow t’ ’elp them

MAN. Yer wont come?

WOMAN. No.

MAN. I’ll visit yer

(The WOMAN laughs.)

Not as your son – or ask for anythin

Yer cant live two winters ’ere

If yer changed your mind yer wouldnt ’ave the strength t’ reach us

I’ll come t’ see if yer need ’elp

WOMAN. A year?

Will yer still find this place?

MAN. O yes

I know the way like the back of me ’and

We’ve trod a road

WOMAN.

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