Love Me, Fuseli: A Play About Mary Wollstonecraft and Her Circle of Friends
Love Me, Fuseli: A Play About Mary Wollstonecraft and Her Circle of Friends
Love Me, Fuseli: A Play About Mary Wollstonecraft and Her Circle of Friends
by John Freed
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dedicated to my wife,
Stacy Alexander
Synopsis
"Nearly all revolutions begin on a stage," is a line
from Love me, FUSELI, and this play demonstrates
how that is especially so with regard to sexual
ones.
Its other main objective is to humanize the protofeminist Mary Wollstonecraft -- to let her speak for
herself without any "ism" attachments and
dramatize how her undaunted passion in pursuit of
happiness and justice transformed her into our
pathfinder as well.
Set in 1791 the play is fact-based and explores the
inter-influencing of Mary with William Blake, and
his wife Cate, Henry Fuseli, and his wife Sophia,
Thomas Paine and Joseph Johnson, their least known
though most important mutual benefactor-publisher.
It more fundamentally explores the gender expanding
themes of the competing love triangles between
Wollstonecraft, Fuseli and his current wife, Sophia,
and Wollstonecraft, Fuseli and his once and future
lover-companion, Joseph. Fuseli's most famous
painting, The Nightmare, had been hanging on
Johnson's apartment wall for more than ten years.
There are interludes drawn from actual trial
transcripts from the Old Bailey circa 1790's which
contextualize the political nature of this secret
meeting of pro-republicans conferring with Thomas
Paine before his departure to join the revolution in
France.
Spies abound, people are arrested and liberated,
Jack finds his Jack again and Jill is launched to
help create the world that we now inhabit.
Cast of Characters
ACT
Scene 1
SETTING
Fall 1791 in Lambeth, a
working craftsman section of
London.
A combination parlor, work room
and dining room of William and
Catherine Blake. Two doors
one the front door and the
other leading to an off stage
second interior room. One
window opposite the front door
is large enough for a person to
exit nd revels the outline of a
tree with just a few leaves
left on it.
The set should be divided
approximately two-thirds for
interior and one-third for
exterior street action near the
front-door.
Cate is water-coloring a sheet
of Blakes Marriage of Heaven
and Hell at one end of the
dining room table with a number
of other sheets from the same
page hung by wire draped across
the room to dry. At the other
end of the table is a stack of
copper plates. In front of the
table are unopened packages of
savory pies and bottles sent
earlier by Johnson.
BAILIFF (WILL)
Hear ye, hear ye. This Court is now in session at
Old Bailey Hall this 29h day of September 1791; the
30th year of the reign of His Royal Majesty, King
BENJAMIN (BOY)
Right. (parroting) I do so swear to tell the truth.
JUDGE (JOSEPH)
Do you know what will become of you, Benjamin, if
you tell an untruth?
BENJAMIN (BOY)
Contemned to everlasting fire and damnation, they
tells us. Kinda like the prison cell you put us in.
JUDGE (JOSEPH)
Enough of your insolence. You have just heard what
these men have told this court about what you did.
Why shouldn't we find you guilty of the crime of
theft?
BENJAMIN (BOY)
Because they didn't tell you what really happened. I
was coming up Fish-street-hill about one o'clock
just as the gentleman says and I saw a handkerchief
layin under a cart, and I went and picked it up like
anyone else woulda. And he came up, and laid hold of
me, and said I took it out of that other gentleman's
pocket. But I hadn't. It was under the cart like I
said.
JUDGE (JOSEPH)
And is your father here in court today?
BENJAMIN (BOY)
No sir, he ain't. Is yours?
(There is laughter from the gallery)
JUDGE (JOSEPH)
(pounding the gavel)
That's quite enough. It's obvious the boy is lying
and the sentence of this court is GUILTY as charged.
BAILIFF (WILL)
(in an aside)
Your honor, now that the boy has been convicted, it
would be proper to inform you, that this boy here
has a brother who is bound over for transport to the
prison farms in Australia. I heard the constables
are also watching an older sister who they suspect
aided him in robbing that Newport-alley house of two
hundred pounds.
JUDGE (JOSEPH)
(continuing the aside)
It seems we need to send the family a sterner
warning. (striking the gavel and placing a black
cloth over his wig) Benjamin Brown, your punishment
for the felonious crime that you are found guilty of
is to within the fortnight hang by your neck until
dead.
BENJAMIN (BOY)
Sweet Jasus.
(He faints and hits the floor.)
GALLERY PEOPLE
(uproar of boo's and cat calls)
Child killer! . . . Bloody bastards. They want to
kill us all!
JUDGE (JOSEPH)
Bailiff, get that boy out of here and quiet the
gallery.
ACT I
Scene 2
Exterior
As the pounding of the gavel
fades to silence, the Vagrant
makes his stage entrance
dressed in rags. He curls
around the lamppost covering
himself with what's left of a
blanket and pretends to sleep.
The Spy makes his entrance,
leans against the lamppost and
lights his pipe. When he
realizes that the vagrant is
lying at his feet, he starts
kicking him to rouse him and
move him on.
Mary Wollstonecraft enters as
if sleep-walking and diverts
the spy's attention away from
the Vagrant. Although it is
late September, she is wearing
a diaphanous Greek goddess
gown. She is dramatically over
made up and carrying an
envelope. As Mary approaches
Blake's door, she is stopped by
the Spy.
SPY
Oiy, Dolly. Oiy, I'm talking at you. What does you
want for it?
MARY
(Silent. Stands still as a statue.)
SPY
Playing dumb are ya? Maybe I'm in the wrong and
you're really a fine lady what lost her way to the
prince's grand ball. I need to sniff out what you
is.
He starts smelling her from head
to toe. While he's doing this
the Vagrant takes out his knife
pretends to stab him in the back
but instead cuts the strings of
his money pouch and begins to
slip away with it.
SPY
Nope, you smells like a tart and looks like a tart;
so a tart you must be. How much for the old back and
forth?
MARY
(Still silent.)
SPY
Maybe the size of me purse will unlock your lips.
Bloody hell.
The Spy reaches for his money
bag and finds it missing. The
Vagrant stands within view and
taunts the Spy with the purse.
The Vagrant plays keep away
with the Spy in a comic chase
until he runs off with the Spy
following him.
As they run off, Mary awakens
from her trance and approaches
Blake's door but instead of
knocking she hides in the
shrubbery occasionally peeking
in the window.
Love me, Fuseli 20 Freed
Interior
(Lights come up in the apartment.)
WILL
(in a singing voice)
When voices of children are heard on the green,
CATE
(similarly singing)
The sow came in with a saddle.
WILL
And laughing is heard on the hill,
CATE
The little pig rocked the cradle.
WILL
My heart is at rest within my breast,
And everything else is still.
The little ones leaped, and shouted, and lau - ghed,
(making it two syllables)
And . . . all . . . the hills . . . . e-cho- ed.
(makingechoed three syllables)
CATE
The dish jumped over the table
She illustrates this line by
making an arc with her brush in
the air in a child-like manner
splattering the water on the
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To see
CATE
. . to see what, Will, how does it go?
WILL
. . . see the brass pot, swallow the ladle.
CATE
. . . swallow the ladle.
The old pot behind the door
Called the kettle a black a moor.
Will, are you weeping?
WILL
The angels have all left the trees. Look out of the
window, Don't you see, Cate? Cate, do you pity me?
CATE
Yes, I do.
WILL
Then I love you.
Cate returns to her watercoloring. Fanny enters tiptoeing
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FANNY
(heavy Eastender accent)
I was to the barbers on the Circus to get me tooth
pulled -- the broken off one in back here. See. Then
I walks to the market then all the way to the Bailey
to keep me thinking off of the pain. Nothing helped
so I went up to the court gallery. There was this
one dirty little lad maybe nine or ten years old who
could barely see over the dock got the hanging
sentence, he did, just for nicking a handkerchief.
It was a beauty, it was, with a big yellow flower
on't. . . . but the best part. . .
(distracted while placing the
vegetables on the side-board.)
CATE
Fanny, what is the rest of the story?
FANNY
Right. So there was this riot . . .
A delivery man with a small
package wrapped in brown paper
knocks at the front door. Mary
sees him coming and hides deeper
in the shrubbery. He knocks.
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CATE
Fanny, would you mind seeing who that is?
FANNY
I can't see no one, mum.
CATE
That's because you have to open it first. Never
mind.
(Cate opens the door.)
How may we help you?
DELIVERY MAN
This is for Mr. William Blake hisself.
CATE
I'll make sure he gets it.
DELIVERY MAN
Can't. The chemist says I need to give it only to
him. He says if any of it spills it'll eat you skin
and bones.
CATE
Mr. Blake is sitting right over there.
you want and hand it to him yourself.
Come in if
DELIVERY MAN
That's good enough for me. Here ma'm. I'll put it
down right on this here table for you. Mam, one
more thing. The chemist says I was to bring him back
a shilling, ten without fail.
ACT
Scene 3
Exterior
The night watchman lights the
gas street lamp. Joseph Johnson
approaches William Blake's
front door dragging a bag like
Father Christmas. Because of
the lit street lamp he spots
Mary Wollstonecraft spying
through the window.
JOSEPH
Mary, I was so worried about you.
received my message.
MARY
Johnson, you bastard. I'd rather be a common slut
than the wife of any man I did not love and respect.
The very effrontery of the man to presume such an
intimacy with my person. What could have possibly
given him such an notion, you may ask. But you
already know the answer.
How could you, my only friend, the only person that
I trust in this world, do something so . . so
dastardly?
Maybe I'm the ungrateful one. I am embarrassed to
think of all my childish complaints when you provide
me with such important employment.
My life is such a joke. I spent last night switching
between laughing and crying.
When I received your invitation, I decided to waylay you. Did you bring that German grammar?
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JOSEPH
What grammar? Never mind that. My dearest Mary,
please accept my sincere apologies. My objective
only was to insure your well-being long after I'm
gone.
MARY
After three years of working every day side by side,
you don't know me at all, do you? I knew I would be
too agitated to explain myself clearly when we met;
so I wrote it all out this morning in a letter
addressed to Lowry. Can I read it to you now without
any interruptions?
JOSEPH
Of course, Mary.
(Mary opens the envelope.)
MARY
Mr. Lowry, It is inexpressibly disagreeable to me
to be obliged to enter again on a subject, that has
already raised a tumult of indignant emotions in my
bosom, which I was laboring to suppress when I
received your letter.
I shall now condescend to answer your epistle; but
let me first tell you, that, in my 'unprotected'
situation, I make a point of never forgiving a
deliberate insult and in that light I consider
your late officious conduct.
JOSEPH
How can you consider a proposal of honorable
marriage officious conduct?
MARY
I need no interrogator.
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JOSEPH
My apologies.
I shall read on
MARY
. . .
have
MARY
Well they have. Independence is the grandest
blessing of life. It is the last thing that I shall
ever sacrifice though I had to live on a barren
heath to preserve it.
JOSEPH
I shall be your guarantor that that will never be
necessary.
MARY
Oh and one more thing. I need for you to deliver
this letter personally to Lowery and tell him to his
face that if ever he and I should meet that I shall
either leave the room instantly or else pull him out
by the nose.
JOSEPH
I shall do it.
MARY
Now that our storm has passed, let there always be
honesty and harmony between us.
JOSEPH
Except for this Fuseli affair and what it is doing
to you.
Fuseli and Sophia are heard from
a distance approaching the door
laughing raucously.
Quick hide.
ACT I
Scene 4
Henry Fuseli and wife make
their grand entrance. He is
layered in colorful gentleman's
lacy finery like a squat
frosted cake and is carrying a
stage Bottom's ass' head.
Fuseli and Sophia both have on
powdered wigs. Hers as tall as
a rifle. Fuseli opens the door
without knocking and pounds his
cane on the stage three times.
HENRY
All rise and make way for the fairy queen, Titania,
and her fairyland paramour, the Royal Ass, Bottom is
my name.
FANNY
I never seen a real fairy before. No nor a queen
neither.
(Attempting a deep bow, Fanny goes to her
knees and requires Cate's help in getting
back up.)
HENRY
Are we the first to arrive? What a wasted entrance.
Blake, who's our mystery guest? . . . And that
painting over the fireplace is new. What is that?
WILL
The Blessed Virgin.
HENRY
Really? It is sacrilegious at best and a little
hideous otherwise.
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WILL
The Virgin Mary herself told me it was very fine.
What say you to that?
HENRY
Why nothing other than her divine ladyship
obviously does not possess immaculate perception.
Exterior
MARY
Fuseli is my only passion and hope for joy in this
life. I have never known another man who possessed
more grandeur of soul, a quicker comprehension or a
livelier sympathy than he. I always catch something
from the rich torrent of his conversation worth
treasuring.
JOSEPH
Mary, your reason has become enslaved by your
passion for that pompous, little man. And there is
that other small impediment he is married.
MARY
If I thought my passion criminal, I would conquer it
or die in the attempt. Rather I believe it is
divinely directed.
JOSEPH
How could that possibly be?
MARY
Remember last week when you forced me to finish
Milton's Divorce Tracts galleys?
JOSEPH
Yes. And?
MARY
And, while correcting them I came across this,
"The apt and cheerful conversation of man with woman
is the chief and noblest purpose of marriage. . . .
Where loving conversation cannot be, there can be
left of wedlock nothing but the empty husk. After
much thought, I truly believe that God meant for me
to read that passage exactly when I did.
JOSEPH
That would only be logical if I myself were God.
Then in this fairy-tale of your contriving you
become the grain, and Sophia is the husk. I
certainly concur with the second part of your
premise. But do you believe that God's destiny for
you is to fatten Henry's already distended vanity?
MARY
He's a great man.
JOSEPH
You could be the greater woman. But he is no longer
any concern of mine. You I shall always care about.
How does he treat you?
MARY
The last time we were together he simply left the
room without a word as if I were a chair. But that
was really my fault. His presence sometimes strikes
me dumb like in the poem,
If I meet you suddenly,
I cannot speak
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my tongue is broken;
a thin flame runs under
my skin; seeing nothing,
hearing only my own ears
drumming, I drip with sweat;
trembling shakes my body
and I turn paler than
dry grass. At such times
death isnt far from me.
That is me. I am Sappho.
JOSEPH
(in a stage whisper)
I feel a dagger in my stomach too whenever I see
him. (aloud to Mary) But what's the resolution?
Sappho doesn't give any.
MARY
But I thought I told you.
Milton does.
JOSEPH
You're talking like the sphinx now. Fuseli's drunk
so much of Sophia's blood that she'll never leave
him.
MARY
Extend Milton's argument and it makes irrefragable
sense. She copulates with his baser instincts, and I
will couple with his mind. Ergo like the trinity I
shall complete him by marrying them both.
Interior
HENRY
. . . so Sir Joshua cuts my canvas with his knife
and screams, These are mere toys, where is
generalized truth?
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WILL
That's what idiots know.
HENRY
Which is as much to say that the great Sir Joshua
Reynolds is an idiot. My dear boy, I can see why
they gave you the boot.
WILL
My enthusiasms were derided as childish glee.
HENRY
(gossipy tone)
I had heard that you told Sir Joshua to his face
that you despised his oils.
WILL
A lie. I simply stated I preferred the fresco style.
HENRY
Which ipso facto meant you hated his style. You
never understood the Academys high purposes -- to
manufacture the kind of art worthy of our great
Empire -- like Greeces -- like Romes.
WILL
Artists imagine empires not the other way around. We
imagined those worlds long before the politicians
confiscated them for their own pleasures.
HENRY
I agree with you there. My pleasurable imaginings
are being confiscated by constables at print shops
across the city even as we speak. And most of those
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WILL
More donkey, rather.
SOPHIA
Are you sure you're up to it?
Sophia climbs on his back
holding her wig precariously on
the top of her head.
HENRY
UFFF
Fuseli collapses and doesn't
move. Sophia's wig falls off
and she is sprawled disheveled
on the floor. Mary and Johnson
rush in. Joseph removes the
ass' head from Fuseli which he
hands to Mary who passes it on
back to Cate.
JOSEPH
Henry, can you hear me? Are you dead?
HENRY
(waiting then laughing)
What a stupid question. Although I did think that
I'd have to be dead before Id see you again, my old
bugger, . . . in hell.
JOSEPH
You are an oafish toad.
HENRY
I see my Helena has finally arrived way too late for
her cue I might add. Mary, will you see that Madam
Fuseli is all right?
CATE
You can put yourself back together in our bedroom,
luv. Come on now it might take all of us.
(All of the women exit.)
WILL
A belated welcome to our humble home, Joseph, You
must excuse me, gentlemen, I must a note to make.
(Blake returns to his chair by the fire.)
HENRY
(whispering)
Joseph, I'm simply dying to know the identity of our
mystery guest.
JOSEPH
In the fullness of time. I have a more important
matter to settle with you. Why do you treat Mary so
badly? Have you no shame?
HENRY
You are a genuinely sweet man, Joseph. And sooo
English. We unsentimental Swiss answer you, Scham
ist fr Kinder. Let me ask you this, is the cat ever
ashamed when it toys with the mouse that it will
eat? I think not.
JOSEPH
Henry, are we talking about mice or our beloved
Mary?
HENRY
Is that Mary you speak of your assistant, your
governess or your child?
JOSEPH
Just stop what you are doing.
HENRY
Stop ignoring her do you mean? There is right now a
small stack of her letters on the stand near the
door untouched except by Sophie. She had so much
trouble with the handwriting on one that I had to
read it to her. What a cyclone it stirred. I still
bear the scratches here on my neck.
JOSEPH
(touching the scars)
Have you seen a surgeon? They look inflamed.
HENRY
Mary stalks my every step. You should pity me not
her.
Johnson pulls back somewhat
embarrassed when Mary and the
others return without Sophia's
wig.
HENRY
Gather around everyone. Since Mary did not appear at
the ball tonight, Sir Joshua cut our Midsummer
Night's Dream scene. The Duke stole our Bottom and
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UFF
HENRY
That really did hurt.
JOSEPH
Stop stuffing yourself.
HENRY
It seems that fate decreed that I would be run to
ground at the Blakes' by my dear little hyena . . .
pardonez moi . . . I meant to say Helena. Let's take
full advantage of Mary's presence, now, and play out
our scene while we wait for Johnson's mystery guest
to appear.
Ladies and gentlemen, take your seats. The Bard
awaits our bidding. Who converses with Shakespeare
is not an actor, he is a god in my eyes.
JOSEPH
Mary, He's stealing from your friend Sappho this
time.
HENRY
Our scene is between Mary as Helena and I as
Demetrius, her lover but not he, hers. Or her, his.
I still have difficulty with your prepositions and
pronouns. Anyway youll see what I mean.
Fuseli takes out a little book
from his vest and displays it
for the guests.
Note the fine printing by Mounsieur (mon sewer)
J. Johnson and Company which shall serve as my
prompt copy. Enter Demetrius; Helena following him.
DEMETRIUS / (HENRY)
(reading haltingly
I love thee not, therefore pursue me not.
Where is Lysander and fair Hermia?
Get thee gone, and follow me no more.
HELENA / (MARY)
(speaking from the heart)
You draw me, you hard-hearted lodestone;
But yet you draw not iron, for my heart
Is true as steel. Leave your power to draw,
And I shall have no power to follow you.
DEMETRIUS / (HENRY)
Do I entice you? Do I speak you fair?
Or, rather, do I not in plainest truth
Tell you I do not nor I cannot love you?
HELENA / (MARY)
And even for that do I love you the more.
I am your spaniel; and, Demetrius,
The more you beat me, I will fawn on you.
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JOSEPH
I think you should be much kinder to Mary.
you see how tortured she is?
Cant
HENRY
She? Haven't I just told you how she aggravates me?
Its the same with all women. They suck me dry.
Notice how thin and ghostly pale I have become. Im
like Orpheus hunted by the Bacchae.
JOSEPH
Why do you lead her on?.
HENRY
When I first met her at your shop she was in the
coarse habit of a hermit, black worsted stockings,
wearing a beaver hat with her hair lank on top of
her shoulders. When Sophie and I first visited her
little room, she served such a horrible wine in
unmatched tea cups.
JOSEPH
Then why is she always following you around?
HENRY
You heard Shakespeare. Is it the magnet's fault that
iron flies to it? But did you see, tonight, how
magnificent she has become?
JOSEPH
She is unrecognizable. She is useless at the shop
staring blankly, spilling ink. She's gone for days
at a time. I had to goad her every day just to
finish the Vindication which has now made her so
famous.
HENRY
And I want her to recant it entirely.
personal affront for her to attack my
ridiculous she makes me and herself.
of a strident, female philosopher can
agreeable.
I take it as a
patrons. How
The coquetting
never prove
SOPHIA
(interrupting)
When is it my turn?
(Mary enters.)
JOSEPH
Mary, you look much restored.
MARY
Henry and Sophia, please forgive me for having
disturbed the quiet tenor of your lives.
HENRY
Just a modicum of peace and quiet is all I desire
and require.
MARY
I have pondered and believe I have arrived at a
resolution that will accomplish much more than that.
Since Mrs. Fuseli has the right to the physical
person of her husband, I claim only a unification
with that terra incognito of his mind. It is only
reasonable, then, that I become your in-mate
residing with you as a family.
And as I want to be above reproach or deceit,
Sophia, this marriage proposal arises from the
sincere affection which I have for your husband, for
I find that I cannot live without the satisfaction
of seeing and conversing with him daily. You may do
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ACT
II
Scene 1
In the dim light Mary is seen
lying on an old settee with Cate
putting compresses on her
forehead. Fanny is sitting on a
three legged stool facing them
chatting away. Blake is across
the room looking up occasionally
writing and sketching in his
Notebook.
As in the opening scene the
music is interrupted by the loud
pounding of the judge's gavel as
the spotlight hits him again and
the rest of the set is darkened.
JUDGE (JOSEPH)
Order in the court. And you in the gallery, if there
is another outburst like the last one I'll put you
all in jail.
MAN FROM THE GALLERY (PAINE)
The 'ell you will.
(general laughter)
There's too many of us.
JUDGE (JOSEPH)
Officers, remove that man.
(Gallery crowd boos.)
Now, Bailiff, will you call the next case.
BAILIFF (WILL)
Case Number 318 is called to the docket: One William
Reid aged 33. Mr. Reid has been indicted for
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of
COX (SPY)
I be prenticed to Mr. Swift, the pewterer on Shoelane. On that particular Friday, I had an occasion
to go out of the shop. I seen Thomas was off his
stool, which he had no business to be. I went where
his coat is usually hung up to see if he was still
there, and saw his coat was bulging out most
strangely which caused a suspicion in my mind. My
master being out, I went and fetched Singleton, the
constable, straight away and pointed out the coat to
him where he found pewter in every one of the
pockets. The constable asked me where Mr. Reid was
and I searched down to the kitchen. He was talking
with me mistress and Mr. Bland, from across the way.
JUDGE (JOSEPH)
What regular business had Mr. Reid to do on that
stool?
COX (SPY)
He was the journeyman polishing pots for sale.
JUDGE (JOSEPH)
Where were you to be when he was polishing the pots?
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COX (SPY)
Tending the fires in the room below.
JUDGE (JOSEPH)
Bailiff, call the next witness.
BAILIFF (WILL)
Calling Constable Singleton. Do you swear to tell
the truth as God is your witness?
SINGLETON (HENRY)
I swear.
JUDGE (JOSEPH)
And Singleton, what can you add to Mr. Cox's
testimony?
SINGLETON (HENRY)
As you know, your honor, I am constable of St.
Andrew's. I was sent for to investigate what Mr. Cox
there said. I live directly opposite the shop. He
showed me where Mr. Reid's coat was hanging and I
pulled all that pewter on the table over there out
of his different pockets. When Mr. Cox led me to
where the defendant was he said he was very sorry
for what he done. I asked him, if ever he had done
the like before. He said, he never had but that him
and his wife and young ones was being put out on the
street for not paying his rents on account of a sick
one what died.
JUDGE (JOSEPH)
That's quite enough. Is Master Cornelius Swift in
the court-room today?
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SWIFT (WILL)
I am your honor.
JUDGE (JOSEPH)
Master Swift, is that your property lying on the
table.
SWIFT (WILL)
There is my mark on the bottom of each piece.
can't believe that Mr. Reid would steal it.
But I
JUDGE (JOSEPH)
And why is that?
SWIFT (WILL)
Because William has been with me since he was a boy.
It must be almost twenty years. And nothing has ever
gone missing from the shop in all that time.
JUDGE (JOSEPH)
You are dismissed. Does the prisoner have anything
to say in his own defense?
REID (PAINE)
I did not put them things into my pockets. Master
Swift has always treated me right. I've been locked
up in jail more than two months with no way to
provide for my wife and children.
And I never said
them things to the constable but swore my innocence
from the first. I've seen him and Cox drinking
together many a time at the Hairy Owl. And Cox has
often played tricks with me.
JUDGE (JOSEPH)
This is much more serious than a trick, Mr. Reid.
Why would Mr. Cox do such a thing?
REID (PAINE)
It's cuz he wants to get as far away from that
infernal furnace as he can and take my job.
JUDGE (JOSEPH)
Mr. Cox, the accused here says you often played
tricks on him. You're still under oath, did you put
that pewter into his pockets?
COX (SPY)
I swear before almighty God I did not, sir.
JUDGE (JOSEPH)
And Constable Singleton, did the accused indeed
confess his guilt to you exactly in the manner that
you testified to?
SINGLETON (HENRY)
Right he did every last word of it.
JUDGE (JOSEPH)
If there are no other witnesses, I am ready to pass
judgment. Are there any more? Going once, going
twice. . .
BAILIFF (WILL)
No, your honor that's the lot of them.
JUDGE (JOSEPH)
Then Mr. William Reid, I find you guilty of
felonious theft based on your prior confession of
the crime to the constable. And your punishment is
to be transported to the prison farms at Botany Bay
for no fewer than fourteen years' servitude.
WOMAN IN THE GALLERY (CATE)
(screaming)
It's a death sentence for us all!
OTHERS IN THE GALLERY
We're not their bloody slaves. . . . We'll be
dead. God save the revolution. Revolution
Revolution, Revolution.
(They start throwing vegetables at
the judge in time with each
revolution.)
ACT II
Scene 2
FANNY
. . . and the man's wife screams like a banshee,
It's a death sentence for us all. And all their
little ones call out, We'll be dead . We'll be
dead. We'll be dead. Just like that. I couldn't
understand why they was so upset. Where is this
Botany Bay? Someone told me it was just west of
Brighton where she said they're building a fancy
palace to rival Versailles (Ver-sails. ) .
MARY
Your source was partially correct, Fanny, Botany Bay
is indeed west of Brighton about ten thousand
miles west in our Australian colony.
FANNY
That explains why the folks in the gallery starts
throwing whatever we brought at the judge. I threw a
bunch of carrots meself. Then the other bailiffs
rush in. I try to grab whatever vegetables I can to
put back in my sack, but the crowd carries me out
the door. When we're outside, one of the men digs up
this cobble stone from the road and hurls it at the
Bailey. It just bounced off the brick wall. He then
shinnies up a lamp post and starts yelling at the
crowd something like, They're going to hang every
one of us or send us off like black slaves to work
for nothing on their farms. Let's kill as many of
them as we can before they get us. That frightened
me a bit.
MARY
That's horrible.
FANNY
It did do one good thing, though.
MARY
What's that?
FANNY
I had forgot my tooth was hurting.
CATE
I think you're upsetting Mary too much with your
story. Fanny, why don't you finish setting places
for our tea. And, Mary, try to sit up. Joseph said
he'll return as soon as he tells Henry that you are
all right.
MARY
I'm sure that news will disappoint him.
FANNY
Don't suffer yourself so, luv. Men just wants a wonk
and a wank. The devil made 'em and the devil can
have 'em.
MARY
That's certainly not true of Mr. Johnson or Mr.
Blake. Speak up, Will, defend your sex. But, Fanny,
please go on with your story.
FANNY
Now, where was I?
MARY
Cobble stones.
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FANNY
Right, after the man threw the cobble stone others
start picking up smaller stones and aiming them more
carefully at the windows. I heard a couple crash but
then the soldiers came. Then some of the woman's
friends led her and the children quickly away
towards her home I imagined.
A few of us tagged along. When we arrived everything
that she owned was being brought out by the
constables and tossed onto the street. Chairs,
spoons, tiny shoes. Then a shameful thing happened.
We landed on it like a flock of crows grabbing and
pecking at each other until the street was picked
bare. I got this comb here.
Fanny takes the comb out of her
apron pocket and places it on
the sideboard to distance
herself from it.
MARY
What happened to the woman?
FANNY
The last I seen of her she was kneeling in the alley
with her children kind of praying. I had to get back
to help out Mrs. Blake.
MARY
Do you know where to find them?
FANNY
I can take you to the alley but I doubt they're
still there.
MARY
They can live with me. We can't sit idly by letting
the courts exterminate us one by one. God created us
as human as they. Maybe more so.
FANNY
Please Mrs., don't get rid of the courts and the
gallows. Where would we poor folks go for a lark
and a spark?
Don't fret,
MARY
Fanny, that'll never happen.
FANNY
It's not the court's fault for what happened to that
woman. Blame marriage. Get rid of that and its dirty
little consequences and you'll fix nearly all of
women's troubles. As a young slavey I vowed never to
make that mistake and have been able to take care of
myself and many others like the Blakes very nicely
ever since.
MARY
But surely you will agree that Will and Cate's
marriage is a shining rebuttal to what you are
saying.
FANNY
What does my shining butt hole have to do with it?
WILL
Mary, Care to hear a sonnet I just composed for you?
MARY
I'd be honored.
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WILL
My dedication is to Mary, the most scandalous
virgin in Albion
Some said she was proud, some call'd her a whore,
CATE
Will!
WILL
And some, when she passd just shut the door;
A damp cold came o'er her, her blushes all fled;
Her lilies and roses are blighted and shed.
O, why was I born with a different face?
Why was I not born like the rest of the race?
When I look, each one starts; When I speak, I offend.
Then Im silent and passive and lose every friend.
Why did Heaven adorn me with bountiful hand,
And then set me down in such an envious land?
I will humble my beauty, I will not dress fine,
I will keep from the ball, and my eyes shall not shine;
And if any girl's lover forsakes her for me
I'll refuse him my hand, and from envy thus be free.
CATE
Will, thats terrible..
WILL
You're right. The lines are a jangled muddle.
MARY
I love it. William, you and I are truly a different
genus. We should only breed with our own kind.
CATE
On my dead body. Leave my husband be.
MARY
Dear Cate, I was speaking metaphorically.
CATE
Then youll have to meta-fornicate on my dead body.
WILL
Mary, Catherines a little sensitive about this
subject.
CATE
Sensitive my arse. Last year Will came to his barren
wife with an inspired solution. It's only
requirement was the divine intervention of the human
body of our servant girl Molly.
WILL
As God is my witness. . .
CATE
Dont you dare use God for your pimp, Mr. Blake.
MARY
What happened?
CATE
My perfect husband over there tried to convince me
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CATE
A man u what's it?
MARY
I'm sorry. It's Latin meaning someone within a
hand's reach to provide personal services for his
master. In Rome they were the most trusted of
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ACT II
Scene 3
CATE
Fanny, will you go to the door and open it this
time.
Fanny goes to the door and
opens it.
PAINE
Spare a ha-penny for a starving man?
Shoo,
FANNY
shoo you smelly old thing.
Fanny immediately picks up a
broom and starts beating him.
PAINE
I mean no harm. It's a hard rain.
dog, you'd take me in.
If I was a stray
CATE
Stop it, Fanny. Put the broom down and invite him
in. We've got plenty.
Cate takes an apple and ripping
off the end of a loaf of bread
on the sideboard she gives them
to Paine.
Come dry yourself by the fire a bit.
WILL
Why is that?
PAINE
I take offense because it is the face of Tom Paine.
I'm honored to meet you, Mr. Blake.
WILL
Cate and Mary, I believe our guest has arrived. I'd
like to introduce you to Mr. Thomas Paine.
FANNY
Are you the one that song's about?
PAINE
What song is that?
FANNY
(to the tune of God Save the King
i.e. My country tis of thee)
God save great Thomas Paine
His 'Rights of Man' explain
To every soul.
He makes the blind to see
What dupes and slaves they be,
And points out liberty,
From pole to pole.
Thousands cry 'Church and King'
That well deserve to swing, . . .
PAINE
Stop, stop you'll get me hanged.
CATE
Fanny, get the wash-up bowl and some soap. And bolt
that door.
And Mary.
PAINE
Are you the Mary?
MARY
I'm nobody.
Through this scene Fanny brings
a wash bowl and Cate brings a
change of clothes, and Paine
is cleaned up and changes
costumes right on the stage
stripping down all the way to
his underwear while he is
talking.
PAINE
As you can see, I'm nobody too.
MARY
Didn't you hear, you're the people's king.
PAINE
Im the peoples ferret. I learned long ago how to
make such a racket in castle walls that none of them
could get any sleep.
MARY
When I was a little girl my brother and I spent most
of a day with glasses stuck to our ears following
the scratchings within our walls. When the sounds
stopped, my brother took an ax and bashed in the
plaster, lathe and all. And there was this huge
hissing rat. And beneath her body were these tiny
pink faces calm and secure. For some strange
reason I had a rush of feeling that I wanted to
change places with them. When my brother swung his
ax again, I screamed so hard I think I passed out.
Ive never felt safe since.
Paine picks up the ass head
and studies Wollstonecrafts
theatrically made up face now
streaked.
PAINE
What amusement did I miss?
MARY
Me, making a complete fool of myself.
PAINE
I try to do that every day of my life. And my
friends inform me that I often succeed.
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MARY
But you still haven't explained why you wanted to
meet me.
PAINE
It's a little convoluted, but let me try. Once the
protection of individual rights was sown on to the
American constitution, I thought my work on
revolutions was over. I then returned to my English
homeland for one purpose and one purpose only and
that was to gain a royal patent for my cast iron
bridge design and begin building them wherever I
could.
MARY
A bridge?
PAINE
A bridge. What value is a market place on the other
side of a wide river, if you can't take your cart
full of potatoes to it? Changing laws doesn't
materially change people's lives one iota, but
bridges certainly can.
MARY
The Romans built all those walls, but they should
have built bridges instead. Is that it?
PAINE
The free exchange of goods is the real key to the
poor raising themselves out of poverty and the
guarantor of peace and mutual prosperity between
nations. Just imagine what an actual bridge over
the English Channel connecting England with France
would do to change the world. It's that simple.
MARY
Could it be that simple?
PAINE
When the chief end of government is to build bridges
rather than defending the wealth of the wealthiest,
this is more than possible. It is inevitable.
MARY
I'll play your simple game. Let me make a simple
proposal. Maybe all that we need to do to bring
about the equality of black slaves with their
masters, the poor with the rich, the young with the
old and women with their husbands is simply to
educate them equally.
PAINE
That is exactly what they're trying to do in Paris
even as we speak.
MARY
I've been a little distracted lately. What is
happening?
PAINE
This month the Assembly has emancipated all of the
Negro slaves in French territories around the world
and granted them the full rights of citizenship.
MARY
To both men and women?
PAINE
Is that a serious question? How could they
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MARY
I see. And now that you're in their gunsights as
well, you wanted to thank me in person?
PAINE
For setting me on fire again, yes, I thank you.
Lafayette invited me to come to Paris and accept a
seat on the new National Assembly. My imminent
departure compelled me to have Johnson arrange our
meeting tonight.
MARY
I don't know what to say.
PAINE
Say that you'll come to France with me to. . .
to .. to help liberate all the women and girls
there. And say that we'll first wash that rouge off
of your face.
Paine beckons to Fanny to bring
back the wash bowl and he gently
washes the streaked make-up off
of Mary's face.
And say that you'll get out of that absurd Greek
goddess costume. Cate, will you help her?
Cate and Mary exit. Paine walks
over to examine the pages
hanging to dry from the wire.
PAINE
These pages are beautiful.(reading) The Marriage of
Heaven and Hell. That's a little disturbing. What
are these?
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WILL
Our contribution to the revolution. This book will
redeem the world.
PAINE
I've never seen anything like this. What is your
method?
WILL
I chose corrosive acids which above on earth carry
severe warnings but in hell are salutary and
medicinal. They melt apparent surfaces away and
display the infinite hid beneath them.
PAINE
Oh, I see. I don't want to sound like an old
printer, but by engraving the body copy rather than
using type you make it rather difficult to read.
WILL
Leave out that single line there and you leave out
life itself. Chaos just spills back in.
PAINE
I see. Chaos you say. And by hand colouring each
page you must severely limit the number of copies.
How many can you produce like this?
WILL
Over a hundred a year depending on our health and
all.
PAINE
I dont want to dampen your spirit, Will, but we
printed a 100,000 copies of Common-Sense in the
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WILL
That our one hundred illuminated copies have a
hundred times better chance of success than Christ's
words blown about by the wind.
PAINE
You also have another problem.
WILL
What's that?
PAINE
In all of human history, there has been just one
real Christian and the religions killed him.
WILL
I guess now, it's my turn.
PAINE
To be killed or be him?
WILL
I also know one more thing than you do.
PAINE
(a little exasperated)
And what is that?
WILL
Robert told me last night that two hundred years
from now I will be read more than anyone else in my
generation. I guess that includes you too, Mister
Paine.
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ACT II
Scene 4
WILL
Here comes your first test.
Fuseli tries the door. It is
bolted.
HENRY
Let us in for Christsake before we drown!
CATE
Fanny, Let them in.
HENRY
What took you so long? We're drenched. Oh, I see
you were entertaining company. Joseph, I thought
you said there'd be one mystery guest not two.
JOSEPH
(slightly irritated)
Apparently my guest decided to bring a friend.
Henry, I'd like to introduce you to Citizen Thomas
Paine.
HENRY
Shiste, Joseph, have you lost your mind? My life
will be ruined in a matter of minutes. They'll hang
us all! I'm . . .I'mmm.
JOSEPH
Stay calm, my old butterfly.
in Lambeth.
HENRY
The duke boasted that his spies know Paine is coming
back to London. The Attorney General has already
issued the arrest warrant. Don't you see my life is
in extreme danger? They'll hang us all.
PAINE
You must be that famous painter Henry Fuseli.
Joseph has told me how much he admires your work.
HENRY
(won over instantly)
He did?
JOSEPH
I . . I . . . Yes, I did.
HENRY
My apologies, Monsieur Paine, for any discourtesy. I
rather lost my bearings this evening bouncing
between worlds. I do envy your factional enclaves.
JOSEPH
Ma Chere. You can always come back to us.
HENRY
You are such a firebrand, Paine, that I expected
you'd be much younger. More like your companion.
PAINE
War exacts its tolls.
HENRY
(referring to Mary)
And why is no one introducing me to this gorgeous
fellow?
PAINE
His name is Cesario.
HENRY
Ce sa ri o. Oh, we Swiss love the Italian.
Their saltiness pairs so well with our chocolate.
WILL
And I believe you have met him before.
HENRY
I cannot believe that is so. I would have never
forgotten such a handsome face and figure. I must
paint you.
Signore,
MARY
you maka me blush.
HENRY
You are blushing. Have we indeed met before?
MARY
Ina the temple, ina the town,
have done me mischief.
ina
HENRY
I love riddles. In the temple? Are you Jewish
then? That I would remember. In the fields?
JOSEPH
Sit down everybody. I believe Henry has gotten his
second wind and there'll be no stopping him. Mary,
did you see where they put that bag that I brought
with me?
MARY
Cate put it by the fireplace.
HENRY
When the Duke and his masked Hippolyta were
announced earlier in this evening, Lady Facile
practically ripped the sleeve from my blouse
dragging me into a corner. Her face was inflating
and reddening so like a balloon I thought her head
would burst.
JOSEPH
Henry, more matter, with less art.
HENRY
Madam, I swear I use no art at all. All right. The
gist was that Lady Facile told me that Hippolyta
was none other than that piece of Irish baggage from
Covent Gardens the notorious Mrs. (and I use that
term very casually), Jordan or Mrs. Ford or
whatever name she is using now.
Lady Facile also filled me in on the strumpet trick
that Mrs. Jordan used a few weeks earlier to ensnare
the Duke. She claims she was an eye witness to the
escapade. I know Joseph isn't interested, but does
anyone else want to hear the delicious details?
CATE
I do.
FANNY
Me too.
MARY
Mrs. Jordan fascinates me.
HENRY
Anyone else? No? Yes? It is settled then.
Courtesy doth truly demand
That a lady's wish is a gentleman's command.
JOSEPH
Mary, what do you think? Moliere?
MARY
Definitely Moliere.
HENRY
The story from the mouth of the horse is that Lady
Bumfrey approached Mrs. Jordan after a performance
of She Would and She Would Not with an invitation
to one of her grand teas. The inciting news, that
she shared with her, was that the Duke of Clarence,
himself, had requested it. This was, of course, de
rigeur and a familiar occupation for her ladyship.
PAINE
You mean to say she's the duke's panderer.
HENRY
Crudely put but accurate. Well then I am just
getting to the delicious part. That was Mrs.
Jordan's counter-proposal. And guess what that was?
JOSEPH
Just get on with it.
HENRY
You really are such a Puritan. You never appreciated
my flourishes. Well then here it is. Mrs. Jordan
wanted to attend the tea in the livery of an underbutler and while serving the Duke whisper to him
that he Mrs. Jordan that is had a sister working
below stairs who was so enamoured with the Duke's
person, that she longed to give herself to him right
there and then. In brief the inflamed Duke was told
to sneak off in a half hour equipped with the
location and a key to the room.
Oh, and one more detail, the butler told the Duke
that his sister was shy, being a virgin, and
required to wear a veil throughout their engagement.
Rutting nature took its course, and within an hour
the Duke returned a bit disheveled but smiling like
the cat who swallowed the furry mouse as Lady Facile
so poetically described him.
FANNY
Then wot happened?
HENRY
Mrs. Jordan made her formal entrance in a dress only
suitable for a milk maid as Lady Facile put it. And
I must add refused his advances toward her until
after he moved her into Bushy House to live with
him. Nice name that.
MARY
And the Duke has never been made the wiser, has he
by you chittering geese? But what you call her
strumpet's trick reveals her true genius.
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HENRY
How so?
MARY
Regard everything that she learned in that one hour.
First that his expressed passion for her was a
complete fraud. From that point to this, you can be
sure that every vow that he has made to her she has
written on the rushing waves. She also learned his
carnal vulnerabilities. Lazy intrigue with a sauce
of naughtiness engaged safely within the walls of
Lady Bumfrey's estate.
Once satiated he gravitated back to being the king's
own sailor boy. By those markings our savvy little
Viola will be able to steer him wherever she wants
to go.
HENRY
You women are cunningly lingual foxes. You are like
iced cream in the mouth.
MARY
Wary hares, rather.
HENRY
This is fun. What else do you think this stratagem
of hers discovered?
MARY
I can only surmise. But because she is still with
him, I believe that he passed her self-administered
gag test. Consider how dangerous it would have been
for her to register any amount of disgust on an
unveiled face. That's a bit of honesty that she
would never have recovered from. This way she could
explore every crevasse of the man without any risk.
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HENRY
Other than the pox.
MARY
Do you really believe that someone as careful to
costume herself down to the last brass button of
Lady Bumfrey's livery and pass herself off as a
virgin would be naked to that eventuality? Henry,
are you really such a child?
JOSEPH
You've characterized the man entirely.
HENRY
Then she reappears as Little Bo Peep and has been
royally rogering him ever since. So, Mary, this
dressing like a man trick was what you tried to play
with me.
MARY
Was she allowed to bring her children with her?
HENRY
Where?
MARY
To live with the Duke at Bushy House.
HENRY
Of course not. That indeed would have made it la
scandale intolerable.
MARY
She and her fellow actresses may be the only free
women in England. I especially marvel at how
cleverly she has managed to retain this freedom
while increasing her worth.
HENRY
(clearly irritated)
You have more to add?
MARY
Consider it more deeply. By maneuvering into such an
inappropriate match, she has completely insulated
herself from the slavery of marriage. The prince can
never marry her and no man would dare become the
prince's rival. When her life with the prince
becomes intolerable, and it surely will, she can
pack her valise and slam the door.
And by deserting the prince she will enhance both
her value and perceived morality. That is the exact
opposite of a wife's leave taking. Mrs. Jordan's
almost thousand pounds a year from the stage already
exceeded that of most landed squires. It's certainly
many times superior to your own, Herr Fuseli.
JOSEPH
She certainly is not safe from the savagery of the
gazettes and the lancing of Gilray's cartoons.
MARY
And every time her name appears on paper hundreds
more playgoers flock to bear witness to her disgrace
and sneak a peek into the prince's seraglio.
JOSEPH
The Critical Review needs to critique more plays.
Will you do that for me, Mary?
MARY
I will champion them.
HENRY
Is she really paid a thousand pounds a year for
wearing trousers on stage?
MARY
It isn't just about the trousers. As Viola,
Hippolyta or Rosalind, her real danger to men is
that she unleashes women's imaginations
JOSEPH
I do believe that nearly all revolutions begin on a
stage. Beaumarchais' Figaro being an excellent
example. Apropos Beaumarchais I forgot to tell you,
Thomas, Godwin sends his apologies for missing our
meeting. He had a prior engagement escorting Mrs.
Jordan's fellow actress, Mrs. Inchbald, to the
theatre to solicit her monetary investment in a new
production of Holcroft's translation. If they
succeed, however, it will probably land the whole
company in a jail cell right next to ours.
MARY
Godwin is so tedious. I'm certain she will give him
the money just to stop his talking.
PAINE
I can add some support to your argument, Joseph.
Washington had us read aloud to the troops Addison's
Cato the evening before the attack on the Hessians
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from
JOSEPH
Let's see here. For Will I have freshly printed,
with your new engravings, Mary's Original Stories
from Real Life for Children; with (takes an
exaggerated deep breath) Conversations Calculated to
Regulate the Affections, and Form the Mind to Truth
and Goodness. Will, when people pick this up they
immediately thumb to your engravings and buy it.
Inside is a token of my personal appreciation for
your delightful images.
There is a 20 pound bank note
in the book which Cate quickly
pockets.
CATE
You are too generous. We thank you for all of your
benevolences to us.
JOSEPH
Now, Mary, don't pout. For you this envelope is
stuffed with pound notes. I can't keep your second
edition of the Vindication on the shelves. And most
curious to me is that nearly all of them are being
bought by women. I never dreamed that there'd be a
women's market for political philosophy.
WILL
Maybe it helped that you put Mary's name on the
cover this time.
PAINE
For Mary's next book, how does a Vindication of the
Rights of Woman in considered refutation of
Tallyrand, late Bishop of Autun, by the noted author
Mary Wollstonecraft sound as a title, Joseph?
JOSEPH
Like Inca gold.
HENRY
(a few seconds of petulant silence)
What do you have for me?
JOSEPH
Nothing can come of nothing, my ancient friend. . .
But I can imagine a commission for a series of
illustrations . . . How like you Paradise Lost?
HENRY
I could be intrigued by such a proposition.
MARY
I rather doubt he will produce an Eve to my liking.
JOSEPH
And finally. Mr. Paine, I have been carrying all
evening a bank cheque in the amount of one thousand
guineas.
PAINE
What's this for?
JOSEPH
It is a benefactor's advance to encourage you to
write the second volume of your Rights of Man.
(A wooden gun butt pounds on the
door.)
SPY
Open up in the name of the Crown.
MARY
I'll get it.
(The Spy carrying a pistol and
shackles enters pushing past Mary.)
SPY
Out of my way, boy. I have a warrant here for the
arrest of one Tom Paine.
. . .
JOSEPH
(stepping forward.)
I stand by the name Thomas Paine.
SPY
You do, do ya? I didn't know you was so old a man. I
arrest you, Thomas Paine, in the name of the crown
on the charge of saying sellicious comments about
the king. I meant seditious tarnishments upon the
king's crown. Put these shackles on yourself.
HENRY
(intercepting them)
No need for that. He'll go peaceably.
SPY
And who, Lord Pantalones, do you be?
HENRY
A close friend.
SPY
A fellow conspiratant you mean. We got room in the
cell for the both of you.
HENRY
Come along now, Mr. Paine, all shall be well. I will
go with thee.
JOSEPH
(in a stage whisper)
Just love me, Fuseli.
HENRY
(openly kissing him and speaking loudly)
And with a kiss we marchon together.
SPY
So Paine's a poofter too.
(The three men exit.)
PAINE
That is my cue to exit stage left. Will and Cate,
thank you for the kind-ness and to my most loyal
subject, Fanny, I dub thee Citizen Flute, a peer of
the realm.
Love me, Fuseli 87 Freed
FANNY
You swept me over the moon.
PAINE
Will, here's the cheque that Father Christmas gave
me to bail him out of jail. Mary, follow me to Paris
as soon as you can. It's out the window and over the
garden wall for me.
(Paine exits through the window.)
MARY
Will, I don't know what I should do?
WILL
Mary, you've always known what you need to know.
I want . . .
just want to
to happen in
than England
MARY
I want. It really is that simple. I
be able to want. And that's more likely
France or Canada, or Australia even,
in my lifetime.
Blake gets up off his chair and
stops her. Puts his red wool
French revolution cap on her
head and kisses her on both
cheeks in the French manner.
END
APPENDIX Material
A stage director might choose to project the series
of images contained here
http://www.slideshare.net/jefreed/love-mefuseliillustratedfinal2 on a scrim.
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