Monday 20 January 2020

The Love Triangle, a script for a Playlet Comedy, by Alan Ewing

The Love Triangle


Cast

actors/musicians
carnival players



BARDICUS:    Why is it that people fall in love?
                          Is it so that we can write lines and feed our pens?
                          Shall I fly on high with wings of a dove?
                         Will I write of heartbreak or of happier times?
                         This thing called love it comes from above
                         It can enlighten the darkest soul
                         While it is coy it can also destroy 
                         Those who dare to eat from its bowl

                         I shall write a tale of male rivals who meet
                         Within the confines of a female heart
                         Neither shall be shy or in any way discreet
                         As they compete for this woman from the start
                         Bold Pontonius shall be made of serious romance
                         While Fervious with counter with humourous ire
                         Astute Porticia will give romance an even chance
                         One may catch fire with the other in the mire 


[theme music plays]



SCENE:   A narrator takes to the stage


NARRATOR :        Life is a carnival I say
                                 So come and join the fun
                                 Lots of things for everyone
                                 Lots of things to be done

                             Bring all of your friends
                             To join with the games
                             Bring the family along too
                             Entertainment here for you

                             Today we have a tale of Chester
                             A tale of burning love
                             Pontonius and Fervious dance
                             Struck by arrows from Cupid above

                             So let’s make haste and view the scene
                             As these fools rush in for Porticia’s love
                             We’ll have some fun as we go along
                             And sing some songs forlorn




SCENE                  Enter Pontonious, Fervious and Porticia



PONTONIOUS:    What say you my fair Lady?
                             Will you be my love?
                             Give to me your hand for life
                             Accept as a token my glove

FERVIOUS:           Listen not to this mistaken fool
                             For I am the one for you
                             Come this way and walk with me
                             Because my heart is true

PORTICIA:           What do you expect me to do?
                             When given such a choice
                                 It is hard for me to decide
                             And so it is I will set a test
                             An entertainment feast for free
                             And  whosoever shall be the best
                             He shall be the one for me


[two clowns rush on to scene holding huge flowers and throw them out to audience while saying “she loves me …”she loves me not” to each other]                                                   
                                  
                              
NARRATOR:          Move on daft ones [chasing away clowns]
                              Let us move matters on
                              For now the competition begins
                              With the heart of the lady to win

                              [next follows two bouts of competition staged by the rivals]    


PONTONIUS:        To prove my love I present a dance
                              Which will put your heart in a trance
                              For you shall be the one for me
                              As in this dance you soon shall see


[the dance takes place to a samba beat, and has the theme of a woman being wooed by a man]


FERVIOUS:            This fool is too serious for his own good
                              He does not make you laugh as a good lover should
                              And so I present to you for your delight
                              Clowns, jugglers and acts for an uplifting sigh

[enter various forms of tomfoolery and juggling, with music]



PORTICIA:            My choice you both have made now much harder
                              You have given me so much pause for thought
                              I need more time to make some decision
                              You will need to bring more acts forth
                              I propose that there should be a song contest
                              And then whosoever shall write the finest words
                              Shall come and stand here by my side
                              And my heart and love shall be theirs


[the scene is broken by the entry on to the stage of two figures in black, one of them is filming with a camera phone]   


THEO:                    FREEZE!


[all the characters on the set become frozen figures]


THEO:                   Get filming this now Dippy!


[Thug 1 proceeds to strike the characters in the play so that they each fall to the ground in turn]


THEO:                   Flowers for power! Ha! What a bunch of pouncy nerds. Real     
                                  men let women chase after them. What do you say Dippy?


Dippy:                   Sure thing Theo.


[a loud voice shouts from the wings]


WRITER:               LEAVE THE STAGE AT ONCE!


[Theo and Dippy leave the stage in response to the command of the writer’s voice]


[the Writer enters on to the stage]


WRITER:             Hello, I’m the writer of this play.  Please excuse the intrusion 
                               brought about in the middle of “The Love Triangle.”  This was 
                               done with the intention of showing how uncouth and 
                               uncultured happy slapping is.  This trend is negative in the 
                               extreme and is a form of destructive bullying that is designed 
                               to humiliate and crush its victims. Look at my poor characters 
                               who have been smashed in the midst of romance. Now, the 
                               power of writing enables me to restore my characters to full 
                               flow and they will know nothing about what just happened. But 
                               sadly this is not the case for those in schoolyards and on the 
                               streets who have been victims of such crime.  Often they will 
                               have to see the images played over to other people again and 
                               again.  This is an abhorrent crime and one that must be stamped 
                               out. It causes hurt and misery for many.


                              I shall now return you to “The Love Triangle” … CHARATERS 
                              RESUME!


[all of the players stand up and resume their previous positions… the narrator enters as the writer exits]


NARRATOR:          On with the show we now shall go
                              As our love hearts compete in song
                              How? We wonder, will the competition go?
                              Which one will get it right and which one wrong
                              Who will win the heart of our dear maiden?
                              And who will be the one left crying on the floor?
                              For both of our heroes have had their hearts played with
                              But soon one of them must be shown the door
                              So now we present to you
                              The Roman Chester Song Contest
                              Put your hearts on a string
                              For true love it may bring


[the next section contains additional music and song}


NARRATOR:          Bring on the first song by Pontonius!


PONTONIOUS:     Here I present my song for you
                              Which tells of my love for you so true
                              Porticia you are the one for me
                              I shall give to you my heart so gladly
                              
                              So come and live life by my side
                              And my love for you will fly and fly
                              You will be my big prize capture
                              And we will ascend into love’s rapture


NARRATOR           And now Fervious will present his song!


FERVIOUS:            Come on my lady let’s have some fun
                              Because we all need to laugh when the day is done
                              I’ll be your fool, I’ll be your court jester
                              I’ll make you laugh right here in Chester

                              Come on my lady we’ll dance for free
                              Into the small hours, maybe till three
                              Throw off your cares and kick off your shoes
                              Give your heart to me, you’ve got nothing to lose


[the songs being over, Porticia returns to centre stage]


PORTICIA:            Now my head and heart are in a spin
                              As these two increase their efforts to win
                              I just want to run and hide away
                              And return to this on another day
                              

[clowns enter the stage singing silly songs]


CLOWN:                Ooooo, my love is true
                              I’ll fall over for you (falls over)


NARRATOR:          Away, away you fools, let us press on for I do believe
                              That each of our heroes is to have an audience with Porticia.


                              [Porticia enters and is followed by Pontonius]


PORTICIA:            How now good Pontonius?

PONTONIUS:        All the better for seeing you my precious one.
                              
PORTICIA:            And what greetings do you bear me?

PONTONIUS:        I bear you greetings of love and companionship.

PORTICIA:            And how can you say this when you know another offers 
                              likewise?

PONTONIUS:        I can tell you that my emotions howl like the wind
                              And my mind swirls like rain in a storm
                              How can I endure live without you much longer
                              For without you I would rather not have been born
                              I have watched you from afar with a sigh
                              I have wished on all of the stars to be by your side
                              I have prayed to the goddess of love on high
                              For Venus to hear my sweet partition I have cried


PORTICIA:            Good Pontonius you do embarrass me so.

PONTONIUS:        I mean not to. But I find you spellbinding

PORTICIA:            I think that I hear the approach of Fervious.

PONTONIUS:        Then he shall have his audience. I shall return.

[Pontonius departs as Fervious enters]

PORTICIA:            Greetings Fervious!

FERVIOUS:            Thank you my lady.

PORTICIA:            Have you come to petition me with further amusement?

FERVIOUS:            My lady, I have undertaken to be your loving clown
                              I have sung song and brought you entertainment
                              I have striven to remove even the slightest frown
                              So that your beauty may be seen in happiest rainment
                              This humour is bourne of the sweetest love for you
                              That I may bring cheer to one that deserves it so
                              And I would strive to take your hand in marriage too
                              And for that to any length of humour I would go

PORTICIA:            So the hand that you present is a serious one?

FERVIOUS:            As serious as my humour will allow.

PORTICIA:            You must give me more time. This decision is hard.


[they depart the stage]


[Bardicus enters]


BARDICUS:           It seems that I must bring this play to an end
                              But how shall I send my characters into the wings?
                              For to their fate my scroll and pen I must lend
                              As the ending my writing must bring


                              [characters enter to act out duel]

                              
                              Two hot swords could in battle meet
                              Each as a lover the other to unseat
                              But each of our heroes to the other would not bend
                              And so it could be that both of them meet a rusty end

                              Perhaps Porticia could run off with a third suitor


                              [all characters enter to act out scenario]


                              And as their swords destroyed each other
                              From the shadows came another
                              And took our Porticia in his arms
                              And she at once fell for his charms
                              

                              [characters leave the stage]


                              This seems a route for the play
                              Though we have sung many a song today
                              And sweet Porticia must have her tune
                              And let this be under a silvery moon
                              She will sing her song of choice
                              And all will listen to her voice
                              Her melody will carry into the air
                              And we will find the answer there


                              [Porticia enters]


PORTICIA:            And so I sing my song of choice
                              As you wonder who my man will be
                              Well I there is yet another voice
                              And so I choose not from two but three
                              A love of mine from long ago has now returned
                              The power of Aphrodite has restored him to me
                              And so it is that both of your hearts must be spurned
                              And as I head off hand in hand then I am happy


                              [exit Porticia leaving Pontonius and Fervious crestfallen]


                        [clowns enter the fray shouting “she’s off with number three” as they dance and laugh, the narrator enters]

NARRATOR:          Quiet! That’s enough of your silly chiding. Let us not end this play as a farce.


                              [narrator proceeds to utter summary of the play in song, as a dance takes place]


                              


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