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
SIMON
As I went seaward
I met men coming to the yearly feast.
These told me of his works, they spoke of marvels,
Of healings and of resurrections.
He suffers the old wrong of the downtrodden.
ACTE
Are there no wrongs then in our Africa?
SIMON
The whole earth groans beneath the persecuted;
The outcast, the despised cry out to me.
ACTE
And you whom they trust to save them turn aside
To this one man.
SIMON
I have not turned aside, yet I may help him.
ACTE
Go back. Your peril grows. You will be trapped.
SIMON
Rome cannot take me.
ACTE
It is not Rome I fear but this Judean.
SIMON
[_Moving toward the doorway of Pilate’s house._]
Why does the wife of Pilate stay,
Having summoned me with horsemen?
ACTE
[_Going with him._] Doubtless she forgets.
Her whims are many.
SIMON
I must hear from her
What they have done with him.
ACTE
[_Placing herself before him._] Simon!
Mists are before your eyes,
Mists of forgetting.
You have forgotten Battus and all your holy vows before the priests of
Libya and Egypt to bring him back to Africa Rome’s conqueror.
[_She calls off left to BATTUS. The ATTENDANTS enter with him._]
Come, lad, sit here. [_She leads him to a seat at centre._] Let’s play at
worlds for Simon. Who are you?
BATTUS
I am Battus.
ACTE
And who is Battus?
BATTUS
Son of Cyrenian kings and kings of Egypt,
Son of all Africa.
ACTE
Who shall be your army?
BATTUS
The slaves of Rome.
ACTE
Who shall lead them up to victory?
BATTUS
Simon and I.
ACTE
And then?
BATTUS
They shall be free. All wrongs shall be righted.
The great shall be brought low, the lowly raised.
ACTE
How shall we reach our own?
BATTUS
Through blood and fire.
ACTE
Who shall be our own?
BATTUS
All those who suffer wrongs, the poor, the captives.
ACTE
[_To SIMON._] What do you say, now you have heard the faith he lives by?
SIMON
Oh, I have not forgotten. We shall go forward.
ACTE
To triumph.
SIMON
Yes, to triumph.
ACTE
Through fire and blood.
SIMON
Through fire and blood.
ACTE
Ah, I have never doubted the fierce heart in you. Never be tamed.
[_PROCULA appears in her doorway. ACTE sees her and moves
apprehensively aside. PROCULA sees SIMON._]
PROCULA
You are the Libyan captain?
[_ACTE waves BATTUS and her attendants off left._]
SIMON
The wife of Pilate sees him.
PROCULA
[_Going swiftly to him._] You have seen Jesus the Nazarene?
SIMON
I have seen him.
PROCULA
Save him.
SIMON
When is he to be tried?
PROCULA
He has been tried.
SIMON
[_To ACTE._] Who has deceived me? [_To PROCULA._] Has he been condemned?
PROCULA
Not yet, not yet.
SIMON
Your husband holds him.
PROCULA
I have no power in this.
SIMON
You sent for me.
PROCULA
Save this one man. I know your power.
ACTE
Remember Cyrene, Egypt and our world, Battus and Africa.
SIMON
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