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MACBETH%20AT%20GATES - 1 MACBETH AT THE GATES by Micheal...

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Unformatted text preview: 1 MACBETH AT THE GATES by Micheal Lovett 2 ACT ONE The entire space is separated from the audience by a wire mesh wall, and is lit by a cold unyielding blue light. Walls of corrugated iron, red rusted, stained, ages old, covered with generations of graffiti, messages in every conceivable language and stained with the droppings of bats and night flying birds. At one side there is a low plinth on which there stands a chair with a small side table next to it. The only other furniture is an ancient wooden chest. On the wall by the entrance is a chalkboard. CCTV cameras with winking led lights, constantly moving, constantly watching. On the dank earth floor, chained by their necks with ancient irons, are two bodies covered in tarpaulin. Screams of torture, baying of fiends and the echoing of indistinguishable sounds can be heard in the distance. Graymalkin, dressed fastidiously in a sober suit, enters hurriedly, balancing a covered tray in one hand and carrying a cup and saucer in the other. He inspects the space, checks the cameras, connects his earpiece and radio mike and makes a note of the time. His preparations complete he sits down, drinks his tea and regards the two tarpaulin covered bodies. GRAYMALKIN House clogged. You are no longer where you seem, for seam has ripped. Stitch undone. He puts his finger to the earpiece and adjusts the radio mike. Yes. I am here. He listens. Yes. Pause Yes yes. Pause Yes, the brace of miscreants are here. He finishes his tea, gets up and drags the tarpaulin aside, to reveal the body of Macbeth. Macbeth, Macbeth, Noble Macbeth. 3 He squats on his haunches to inspect the inert carcass. Ambitious knuckle and bedlam balled, Glamis, Cawdor and King of all. He examines Macbeths battle scarred body. Here be signed Swenos captain, Ole. Who in battle thought it bright to inflict Achilleine wound and coax more rage from the man. Macbeth criedOoouch! What cur attacks my heel from behind? Ole received a pirates death, dagger chapped. And there he kneeled, on battlefield, and did not fall til booty stripped. Graymalkin explores the many scars on Macbeths body. Here lies the thousandth cut. Turn, Hell hound, turn! cried Macduff, His soul was charged, the whiff of Macbeth made his nose twitch. In so strange a fashion of the time both artists did converse as they did hack the others flesh from the bone. Mighty spark and flinter fly, til Hecates message did arrive. Macduff was from his mothers womb, Untimely ripped! And there it lay, all the wronged kings spume and snort. For naught! Graymalkin sighs. And for the first time, in a score of winters, Macbeths shoulders placated. He knew his fate at once. His neck exposed, He draws his finger across the massive scar around Macbeths neck....
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This note was uploaded on 04/17/2008 for the course DRAM U130 taught by Professor Parent during the Spring '08 term at Loyola New Orleans.

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