Granny Maumee; The rider of dreams; Simon the Cyrenian : $b Plays for a negro theaterTorrence, Ridgely
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Granny Maumee; The rider of dreams; Simon the Cyrenian : $b Plays for a negro theater
Torrence, Ridgely
African Americans -- Drama
Does he fear spies? I have sent for this man. If the Nazarene is
condemned Simon must kindle riot and take him from the soldiers.
DRUSUS
Will the wife of Pilate breed rebellion to Rome?
PROCULA
It is for Rome’s sake and in my extremity. What singing is that? I heard
it in my dream.
[_During the last few speeches a marching song by men’s and
women’s voices is heard off left, at first faintly then,
growing louder; the words are indistinguishable._]
DRUSUS
The air is African.
PROCULA
May it be Simon.
DRUSUS
[_Looking off left._] A litter with Ethiopian bearers.
PROCULA
Ethiopians! It is the Egyptian. [_DRUSUS starts to go off right._]
PROCULA
Though I sent for her I fear her. Stay with me.
DRUSUS
I cannot. I bear word from Pilate to Herod. [_He goes off right. A HERALD
in Egyptian dress enters from left._]
THE HERALD
Acte of Egypt to the wife of Pilate.
[_The voices off left are heard approaching and singing
the tune that today is known as the Negro spiritual “Walk
Together, Children.” ACTE enters from left walking with her
litter-bearers and women. With her is BATTUS, a boy of ten._]
ACTE
The wife of Pilate sent to me?
PROCULA
For Simon the Cyrenian. Men say you are his friend.
ACTE
I have come here to find him.
PROCULA
He is not here.
ACTE
If his mood holds he will not fail to come since you have sent for him.
Your men have told me that he nears the city.
PROCULA
Oh, help me rouse him when he comes.
ACTE
What is your need?
PROCULA
A hidden service.
ACTE
You ask my aid? Then trust me.
PROCULA
[_Coming down close to ACTE and speaking in a low voice._] Jesus the
Nazarene must not die.
ACTE
Has he been doomed?
PROCULA
Not yet. But if—
ACTE
Are you not Pilate’s wife?
PROCULA
He fears the Jews.
ACTE
And Simon?
PROCULA
If Jesus is condemned Simon must seize him.
ACTE
Never.
PROCULA
It must be done. I beg you help me.
ACTE
This Nazarene has no friend in me.
PROCULA
And you have never seen him.
ACTE
No, but I suffer much because of him.
PROCULA
And I. Jesus must live. Oh, move Simon to strike.
ACTE
More lives than this magician’s wait on Simon. [_An ATTENDANT of PROCULA
enters from left._]
ATTENDANT
[_Calling._] Pilate has gone up toward the Judgment Hall.
PROCULA
Beg him to stay for me, for one word more. I’ll follow. [_ATTENDANT goes
out left. To ACTE._] Command my household, wait here for Simon. [_Seizing
ACTE and pointing toward the Judgment Hall._] In there and at this hour
the fate of earth and heaven dangles in the hands of blind men. Tell
Simon this, see that his eyes are open.
[_PROCULA hastens into her house. During Procula’s words one
of Acte’s ATTENDANTS, who has strayed off right has reëntered,
looking off._]
ATTENDANT
Lord Simon rushes toward this place.
ACTE
Make ready all.
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