Kiss Me Farewell (The Snow White Play)

Shakespearean style play based off the historic story of Snow White. Margarete and her lover Phillip were never meant to fall in love.

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Induction

[Setting�" Treeless dirty bog with mist and moaning.]

[Enter a witch running a stick through the mud, drawing a circle. Fire appears.]

 

Witch 1

‘Tis a soundless night to stay ‘wake by fire,

Bored and need of pleasure my folding skin,

Has yet been stretched in joy by some higher

Tense of meddling. Now where is my kin?

[Enter Witch 2 & 3]

Witch 2

Here we be my sister, your loving pair.

Witch 3

What does taint the foul filthy troubled air?

Witch 1

Long time has been since we touched mortal soul,

And eras and moons and summers and springs,

Have we done duty to twist innocence,

Thus bring the world to tears of lesson and life.

Withdraw on thee from sleep and lesser things.

Why then we ponder? When can we act trife?

Witch 3

The moment right to rewrite the heavens.

How shall a witch manipulate thy fate?

Witch 1

I possess no thought nor dream for witch wise,

Play with humanity. I fiddle with

Few instruments of torture and despise.

Have any comments sisters stand surprise.

Witch 2

But one I lend, give it to thee, listen.

A plot create inside my mind above,

Of beauty with lust and hatred hasten,

Of murder without purpose and last love.

Witch 1

Tell me quick my sister dear. Now intrigue,

For I then better a lasting long year.

Tell me my sister dear. I wish to hear.

[Witch 2 waves arms in the air, dancing strangely. Others run their hands above the flames.]

Witch 2

With patience comes glory; the naves at work.

Soon be bored no more to chime thy worries.

My theater begun that we play parts.

With twirl of my hands and tongue, my play starts.

All

Blister, blister forge and fake,

Ignite pretend, stir and bake,

Whis’ler, whis’ler troubles make,

Drowning souls, water takes.

Twister, Twister blow and dwell,

Bend the fork and twist the nail.

Mister, mister down in hell,

Hear our wailing, chant our yell.

Master, master ride the knell,

Start the working, bring the bell.

[All exit. Fire dims to darkness.]

 Act I.1

[Setting�" Castle in London during monarchy reign.]

[Enter Queen Orphillia on bed, tired after just giving birth.]

 

Orphillia

Burden me with precious stones, my beauty

Tangled by a cursed child born this day.

Dear me my lovely locks dripping with sweat.

Why must madam bear the pain of birth?

Alone I lie so none glance my distress.

Where is the maid I call with knocks loud bang!

                    [Hammers on bed posts.]

Come at once you twit your mistress beckons!

               [Enter maid]

Maid

What does thou require, towel or drink?

Orphillia

How many sunsets must I wait for thee,

O wrinkled hag? Arrive when once I knock!

Maid

I come as swift as I may, thy child cries.

She longs for mother’s love and gentle fierce voice.

Shall I bring her forth to suckle my queen?

Orphillia

Do you joke? To have a beast drink my milk,

Like cattle do with calves. Quiet dreadful

Croon and return with thee my treasured silk.

               [Exit maid]

                    [Aside]

What one does with love, I dare not think thought.

All one needs is earthy trinkets gold bought.

There exists neither heaven nor hell, see,

Only myth by greedy priests and clergy,

To be tricked out of soul and pocketbook.

Leaning to window high stretch take a look,

Mocking all the fools below that live low,

I share false tear for they never will know

That once we die begin to flutter fly,

And, poof, our soul does go.

                                                    [Enter maid with newborn]

                                               O’ hark enter.

A bundle of treasured silk wrap in arms.

Bring me so I may wear the feathered cloth.

Maid

Not a sash or scarf but bundle of flesh.

Return I with your treasure wrapped in silk,

So glance in your weakened state the beauty

Madam has created. See your daughter.

Orphillia

Touch it I not if you value your neck!

Maid

But my queen, she is your babe!

Orphillia

                           My babe, yes.

Cast it loft out the window so doves feast.

Cry disheart, send back to former husband,

Who so unlikely age and angels took.

Maid

I refuse my queen for against His law.

I abide and shall not quell innocence.

      [Queen plops head forcefully on pillow.]

Orphillia

Then leave madam’s presence. I beat with words.

Warn when I say return breath shallow in slumber.

Will lie across noble neck and forehead

Thy correct uncorrupt treasure instead.

Be silent foolish crow, drown out the dead.

      [Queen closes her eyes in pretend sleep.]

Maid

But my queen, babe has not a name to own!

Orphillia

Grant it one of hard to spell. Leave I sleep!

Keep the whispers down below sound of peep.

                           [Exit maid]

                [Aside]

Monday of May guide simple tasks of rain.

O, how sun opens tired eyes- dreadful.

When hours better I shall remarry.

                                                      [Exit Orphillia]

      [Enter maid in hallway outside of queen’s bed chamber.]

Maid [to child]

Tender sinless babe acquire no love

From mother dear. What act thou hast performed?

To begin such a life I dread to fear.

What name to please thy wicked Narcis queen;

How shall you be called little young cherub?

Offer first embrace, welcome to living.

Feel the auburn down that hem your two eyes

Of reddish locks you will one day comb soft,

And tiny teeth yet unpushed to smile

A gild smile to warm chilled stones from frost.

So much in life to do, to say, to be.

      [Nurse enters flustered. Maid hugs child gently.]

Nurse

How can one so damn be so cold that queen?

Even beyond there door sound could echo,

She bites her tongue to say such insults blare,

To both loyal kind maid and fair child.

Someone aught poison her desired tart,

With rotten cherries and wayward weed.

Then her boasting and ugly head may sleep

Of hopes of never waking forth again.

Maid

Hush thy sincere nurse, for she still mother.

Perhaps transformation may be made grand

In times yet been told.

Nurse

                                      What kindness thou speak.

Mini faith bet impossible future.

Maid

Quit thy talk for see how peace babe tire.

Lift gentle soft arms to grasp precious gem.

      [Nurse extends arms towards baby.]

To thy nurse I offer thee, Margarete.

A child in us all to be anew,

And with a kiss farewell sweet babe unwant.

                 [All exit]

 

Act I.2

      [Enter witches around glowing fire.]

Witch 2

Hatred longs to be their unwelcomed guest.

A touch of sorrow and dash of cruel spit,

Tingle my nimble toes with borrowed time.

Crowning a corpse where should be buried pit.

The pendulum swings though dances ill feet.

As queen of stones sworn weary tire and sit,

Her babe opens eyes well without mother.

Become oath betrayed by divine other.

Then name the babe with a kiss fare thee well.

How wonderful, how marvelous this tale goes.

Where dogs might wag with happy furry tails,

Instead lie down in grievance and shame woe.

Creeping worms lurch from soil to tend thy fire,

Working places not meant dwell higher,

So sun may scorch and leather black the skin.

Unfair, unjust, to pain, too vain, too true.

But what misfortunes can we weave willful,

To create story more interesting?

Witch 3

Recall time Macbeth two and hundred years,

When tragedy and perish woe we create,

Have my sisters want another sad end?

I in mood of growing peace between young,

And love with kindly kiss destroy bonds evil.

Great legend of immortal romance be.

Witch 1

Reject I claim a deadly kiss of pain,

And killing cloth and poison cherry red,

Murder happen to friend and enemy.

I feel hate towards young such bashful babe.

Let thee be the center of my cruel curse,

Of lust love of misguided step father.

Great legend of immoral tragedy.

Chaos is our creed is it not to be?

Witch 2

Sisters, sisters no need to battle words,

Only shortly begun to play with fate,

Thus one string can be strung at a moment.

Let us watch and witness together all,

How unravel and knot the string become,

For cooked carefully to please both beliefs.

Speed hours to observe age, extend thief.

All           [Chanting]

Hiss and snap and creek and crack

Curling down dead fingers

Bustling air and thunderclap

Hail the molds and rip the back

Beyond high map and deadly sinning singers.

With fire and blood and cherished mud

Twin great horns and scales,

Mesh together, ground the weather

Yell the doom, bleed it soon

Now begins the tales.

                 [All exit]

 

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Author's Note

Written in iambic pentameter. Ready for production and about to be published.