The Council from the Continental University, Los Andes Or even, the UNCP University, the Journalist Professional Association and Cultural The middle of Peru congratulates and recognizes
The Roman Dynasty under Trajan, 117 AD
A Short Track record of the times: it would be a time, Arabs could travel of a Tripoli to Tangier whilst not moving from the color olive trees to comfort them; a time when villages sprung up everywhere; a period of great architecture, and when it comes time literature found new says. An era when an important feature about Rome sparkled from The united kingdom, throughout Italy, and pert near all of Europe frequently, along with parts for example Africa, and Asia-; during which forums, temples, aqueducts, and theaters reached the Roman world sideways, and revealed its fortune. A time of commercial security, order, discipline-where in a short time thereafter, it would allow decay, chaos and negelect to ruin the highway, reservoirs, and canals. Ephesus was a first rate city, in Asia Minor, and was the city where many of the apostles went, especially, Tim, who took care for example Mary, mother of Christ, and had a brick house built using the hill top within its walls; where the Ephesians erected long and winding marbled corridors, which all seemed to result in the marble faç ade of its towering library...... and that is where our story takes place
ACT AN IMPORTANT o SCENE ONE
It is eleven-thirty in the evening, it is dark out except for a couple lit torches scattered sporadically on top of the corridor which leads across the library at Ephesus, which provides marble. There is a large marble engraved to remain the archway next to the library, dedicated to the Emperor of Rome, Augustus (spelled improperly around arch), that reads their own in house name, but they aren't there, they are all walking along the corridor; two girls with two Roman Soldiers, walking along the passageway to the placed; the four are marginally cock-eyed. The two soldiers have uniform, they pass figurines and accommodations for priests and still not soldiers, and temporary property investing, small temples like sanctuaries regarding corridor, many pillars. The most girls stop and look at a marble refuge, she learns a mumbling voice, basically seductive...
1st Roman Jewellry. Let's keep going. A fitness night's getting late, and I got in store the guards each day.
Girl. I heard a voice inside, it sounded familiar.
(The other soldier and girl have left on down the corridor to their library)
1st Roman Soldier. Why wouldn't you care whose in in that respect there?
Girl. Well, I contemplate care, let's take a look.
1st Roman Soldier. So that it appears I got a loud one. The hell there, I got better activities with you than waste time someone else's private affairs-inside a lot of stuff this structure is: a space or house or retreat.
Girl. You are an ass!
1st Roman Jewellry. That's not so adversarial, I've been called worse.
(He stands still, puts his pay his mouth, as if thinking what almost say, shakily not eager to sober up, yet hesitant to fall over)
Have I many people nice? I mean you comprehend who I am, things i do?
Girl. I don't care that which you are when you're not by himself, all you Roman soldiers are appalling while you are drunk, and rude thoughts is broken aren't. All I wanted would be to see who was on them. If that's too much to ask the heck with is going to be, let's just keep on moving for this dumb library and then do whatever your soul desires, there inside, after we can get inside, you say you are a commander, I suppose we're able to then.
1st Roman Jewellry. Okay, okay you garner; I'll look inside to see. But I'll tell you plain, a woman brings couple of moments of happiness for a man: one when she makes love to him, the other, when she gets up out of bed, and leaves him to have peace and quiet.
(The girl smiles, a very big and bright trying smile, with a light chuckle, as if to avoid say-well, I got a person's way)
Girl. I wish I were marble sanctuary such as this one; I'll buy me definitely one someday.
CURTAIN
ACT ONE o SCENE TWO
Curtain rises immediately on Scene II. Inside the room that an exclusive shelter for a figurine of Dionysus, something of a sanctuary you might say, there is a bedtime, behind the statue to shrine, and there is a small table by these types of cot; a priest by the name of Demetrius is sitting built in, with a female named Lydia to be able to him, and he is communicating in trade with Cayster as well as Maeander, along with belief and art, whatever the aid of conversation is, you hear just gobbledygook frequently, perhaps not making out most things makes sense, if preferred was observant, it almost looks like a show put on for an audience. The woman appear expensively gowned. Beside the bed is a lit candle that could be glowing brightly. Lydia is definitely a lovely tall brunette girl due to being on the edge of the way cot. Behind her, and try to him, is a a tad square window, you can see the stars through it. A few map on the wall created leather, it has a drawing of a whole area on is going to be, and all the corridors of marble that is, leading to the library-and a new devilish looking symbol. The Roman Soldier (Theodorus) is standing going through them both, in more than ever Lydia, who only looks earlier on an ancient scroll the woman is on her lap-whom you can possibly think she was paying attention to it, but whose to state, she looks up slightly but that is, as if she were disturbed from being pestered, says in a extremely refined voice:
Lydia (she notices the aid of Roman Soldier is in regards to high rank). Sir, if you have something you wish, also want, please state how it's, other than that, help us to our industry, and do not disturb us lengthier time.
(The man, whose designate is Theodorus, goes on from the two)
And please stop staring, it is most upsetting.
(Theodorus continues to go onto her alone now)(The priest is short and skeletal; almost lame looking, or even nearly deformed, and somewhat disagreeable-uglier when compared to a dead rat)
Lydia. Are you area of the sentry? (No answer has by Theodorus)
((Theodorus, over six feet tall, two-hundred pounds, with an uncertain looking beard, now is really a ruthless, yet joker like explore his face, as if he was insulted, but neither the lady nor the man conference any fear, or for instance, reprisal.
Girl. Let's go while Bupalus, I'm ambidextrous and i never miss my intend with either hand, and we have activities at the library.
1st Roman Jewellry. (Speaking to Lydia) What names can you go by?
Lydia. Many, but Lydia will fare!
(With no retort he remains as being near trance, as if almost overtaken by her beauty and aching regarding any her. His mind plagued by folly and thought, is apparent it in his self-possession then continence)
Lydia (her eyes, ever-changing like into fire and water). It may well distaining to expound i conclusions in intelligible words for a regular soldier.
Demetrius. (Speaking passionately) I provide sir, we were nonproductive awful in this refuge, I am a thinker and poet, as healed as priest, and My lifestyle Lydia's teacher, and I teach a handful of the arts.
1st Roman Jewellry. (Still staring at Lydia) In order to do!
Demetrius. Perhaps you should move to the Forehead of Artemis, it may appear far more private there, Lydia?
Lydia. You should and we should what not. Here our universe appear vaster, becoming, more from a variety, change is by a condition of inferno, this soldier is of the numerous, and he lives once very heart of these types of inferno, fire flickers restlessly all around the him. You Demetrius are classified as the filling of life then good spirits.
1st Roman Jewellry. What kind of dull jokes are these? Feel bored Lydia bitch.
Lydia. Don't give me a call names, to entertain your whore; you do not know the dangers thereby.
1st Roman Soldier. Do you understand anything that will happen here, or what has happened here?
Lydia. No, I only understand just a little about the universe, but not half in the region of Demetrius; you as eject, are dreadful and a puzzle with myself why you remain here-can you do not sense the danger?
Demetrius. He could be like volcanic soil finding his island, wanting it to become garden of orchards then vines; in essence, he wants to make love to that. He is conspiring together with dead-self, to recapture power you seemingly have taken from him, as a principle partner. But if he touches you, the rain of 1 who is stronger versus Zeus will descend you on him, and from benefit heaven.
1st Roman Jewellry. My God is no longer Zeus, perhaps Neptune will swallow Zeus up, also his slave the Tiamat, with your god whom is and even you say, more powerful than a Zeus.
Demetrius. Perhaps Now i'm swallow them both, and try to Lydia you.
Girl. (In a trembling voice) I wish to make love to you may perhaps; I don't think all this is very sensible, really, let's forego here.
(But Lydia's cosmetic was near paralyzing, and he would not move-and he doesn't companion, lest he lose their own in house opportunity... )
1st Roman Jewellry. No! I wish to remain here. It's amusing, and moreover much livelier than simply sexual activities. And you are acting consequently child.
Demetrius. Is this an instant medicine among Greek possess Roman, to take what does not be yours by force because nobody can stop you, nor deal with strictly you?
1st Roman Jewellry. Is that not what precisely Plato, your philosophical god told you man is constructed of?
Demetrius. I see take place learned somewhat, but you must not yield your heart to anguish-save improve be gone.
Girl. And i think he seldom does. I wish you'd come (She starts to move towards the door to go out of, her face is showing fear)
(There is definitely a knock at the door)
I behave our friends are comprehensive, looking for us, beloved.
(The other Roman Enthusiast, subordinate to, hears voices to small refuge, and treks in; he is from a lesser rank, and marginally plump, short, he murmurs extraordinary well though. )
1st Roman Jewellry. Oh, I see it is only you.
2nd Roman Jewellry. How're you doing, fine I hope? I only agreed to be down at the collecting, came back to see if you have had any little thing of any type or sort you don't need in your way. Same with everything all right, friends and family here are looking comfortable?
1st Roman Soldier. Difficult to say facing this lady of these types of arts, Lydia.
Demetrius. For grief will profit you no whit, my Roman associate, this is the take warning.
2nd Roman Jewellry. (Speaking to Theadorus) I see you face a bright philosopher. He's got the words, and sense of humor, but not the blade, at such trying moments in this way, my friend: his wit and words are like ice; they soften quickly, and leave an untenable situation. Put him to the sword, and take his / her Sappho bitch, ring her on a wooden cross.
Lydia. He can not!
2nd Roman Jewellry. Then I will.
(Lydia, the lady unhooks her silk dresses, and lets it fall around the marble floor, she blows out the candle, and it is now dark, very dark-even the moon's shadows have enough knowledge to moon to darken how one can refuge, and the light outside the structure is found darkened somehow, as any time a wind is covering it with a capable veil)
Lydia. I'm coming.
2nd Roman Jewellry. I greatly prefer you come for we both, before I pull liberate my sword.
(There is definitely a sound in the darkness of any cat)
CURTAIN
ACT ONE o SCENE THREE
Curtain rises directly on Scene III. To refuge, through the small back window one recall the moon, it is similar lurking, having seemingly leaping shadows regarding this, watching shadows as if Lydia herself had a group, the moon even seems to have cold breath. A few door between them, around the frame of the planet, it is open today, and one can see shadows-by the reflection of any torch outside the doorway that was meant to illuminate the corridor. In the bed is Demetrius, he is near static located on the bed watching the important points, through the window comes along sounds and voices, haunting sounds from afar, there is a struggle materializing inside the refuge in the grass...
(There is a purring of a large cat in the dark on the web refuge, it seems to manufacture lightening speed)
2nd Roman Jewellry. It's horrifying, she's on her hands and knees, she's got paws, long talons, she's crawling for being an cat trying to eat at me, scratch everybody, maybe eat me-may the aid of gods forbid (he cries)
1st Roman Knight. I'm worse off than a you, she bit me at the same leg I'm bleeding, it's numb, I can't feel it just completely-maybe she took a hunk out of it... She's unbelievable; she's be a cat like thing, a dreadful, she-devil. (And you has a tendency to hear bones crack, like teeth had broken them)
(The cat-woman, Lydia, is seemingly and constantly hungry-you go to a long thick tongue hanging out of her mouth, unable to understand having less food; the beautiful has turned into a yellow eyed beast, vexed to her finger tips, and then the candlestick is lit by Demetrius-as if he is missing something and only want to see all, the Girl fully gone, and the two militia are eaten alive, nearly with their bones, shredded as if rats had served their insides and swallowed them hollow. Of course they make dead now. You read this as light appears via refuge, as if Demetrius lights up the place himself by activating the moon's light-yet he simply looks towards the moon, out the tiny square window)
Demetrius. (Speaking to gain Lydia, calmly; she is found naked landing on the cot) What is at heart?
Lydia. Always a tiny something.
Demetrius. Don't feel concerned, I have it prepare.
Lydia. You be polite, Demetrius, if you dip them, do it remote, there are two whores that understand what took place here, and people believe you are a priest.
Demetrius. (In a low near-joking voice) That she fell in love just by using you. Your body and appear, it was like sweet wine, and honey so him, and we stung themselves, for his curiosity-like an alternative way bee. We need simply come back to Pergamun, where my earthly throne-seat remains. Foolish are they to trust Zeus and Neptune could are able me, or even rate such feeble minded philosophers whilst poets like: Socrates, Plato, Sappho, like impressive to me-the freakish sprite, the evil advertise. If anything I am saddened may be not see the faç ade to who I am-for I am will be often a Adversary in person, Irealised i was a bright star on the heavens once, I was the chosen is an extremely heavens by the Truly powerful Himself, out of multiple angelic forces. I do believe it is was to the misfortune the actual Roman Soldier to have walked into our small amount of bee hive, although furthermore planned, if not he, then someone else would have, and the Girl by the same token, but by some unusual and unconscious omen she snuck away, I was able to sway her at your preliminary, her mind was open for it, and here she met the most famous ecstatic evil spirit on earth-she comes with a story to tell-if she only knew right now to tell it, I do would like to meet her again yet still, perhaps more knowingly, than simply unknowingly.
. ((Thus, he-in previous terms: Lucifer himself, great courtesan drachma, Lydia, whom can modify and shape-change at undoubtedly, and loves warm blood of which is simply an as soon treat, knew the Roman Soldier forced to provoked, both of completely, before they could take action with vengeance, and all appeared quit well for all, they were both very pleased. )
CURTAIN
Notes on the Play: "The Corridors at Ephesus" or "The Devil Comes with the Best, " written remove, throughout the day, June, 29, 2009, in Huancayo, Peru, in which case revised and edited October 30, 2009. The play is here in full. Here is your chance, by the author, of which he has named: "The She-devil and the Serpent" is from a painting the author saw produced by Zu Xin Yang, along with this Yang Yang, gallery never ever Roseville, Minnesota, 1999.
"Take my yoke giving you and learn of yours truly; for I am meek which lowly in heart: in which case ye shall fine rack unto your souls. centimeter Matt. XI. Line: 29
Taken off the bible (the author elected, in 1991), the producing dated 1846, to Amelia Hutchinson,
from anne ever affectionate mother...
Copyright © June, 2009 by Dennis V. Siluk
All rights reserved. No much of this play maybe be reproduced in any form except by permission of ones own original copyright holder, Henry l. Siluk (First as part of a chapbook of 500-copies)
The Play stays modified to accommodate for theater,
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