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Installment IV
SCENE III; ‘Turning of the Multi-Faucet’
Enter MURPHY, prospering until the indignation be accomplished
MURPHY: “The p'rfect p'rson is not the mast'r of himself.
Spiritual people has't nay rights.”
1ST WANDERER: “What doth ye doeth?
Putteth the naughty first, and answ'r the leadeth'r's savi'r!”
2ND WANDERER: “We want to do this in diff'rent ways.”
MURPHY: “Th're is nay prestige of a saint.
'i hath lost'
Doth ye und'rstand?
Ye hark to people's flute but not a clay pistol.
Coequal if 't be true thee hark to a plain flute.
Heareth the pipe from heaven! "
The true depth of the intellect is wide and stable.
Und'rstanding is sup'rficial, distemperate and endless.
The w'rds of wisdom art subtle and cleareth.
‘male’ is a w'rd f'r 'drossy' and 'filthy'.
Murphy's men answer the question and Emery the woodsman speaks within
EMERY: “While we catch but a wink, our souls wand'r the earth.”
MURPHY: “Our corse remains art alert and whatev'r we findeth, we needeth.”
EMERY: “Our heart is struggling ev'ry day.”
MURPHY: “Oft simple, oft intense, and oft intimate.”
Enter Lester [Beelzebub has a devil for a sideboard]
LESTER: “What this is is not,
Wherefore can't the saints und'rstand?
Alloweth wend mine own poor fusty sir.”
MURPHY: “Way of the rat is w'rth pursuing;
Those becometh what those people calleth others.
Wherefore ‘tis not like this.
Because ‘tis not, wherefore is it not so?
Yea, simply because ‘tis not.
Ev'rything yond hast an inh'rent need in ev'rything.
Nothing, nothing, nothing,
then taketh the buckwheat and the shaft,
be it big, weak, cunning and comical.”
LESTER: “Ev'rything is the way.”
MURPHY: “
The diff'rence between these folk is p'rfection.
‘tis the main diff'rence between the road with a name and main street not nam'd.
Th're is a maj'r self-evident disagreement.
Most wondrous humility is not the true humility.”
LESTER: “But say ye not that the greatest benefit is non-violence?
The way of the rat is clearly not the tao.
‘tis controv'rsial w'rds.
Valorous intentions, at each moment, faileth to achieveth the goal ,methinks."
MURPHY: “‘tis a pity yond thy cynicism,
thy t'rn strength is in vain.
i hath heard from beyond yond the wise doth nothing.
Ye fail at looking f'r virtue."
LESTER: “Ye speak but doest not speaketh.
At which hour ye speaks, ye doesn't speaketh beyond the limits of this dusty w'rld.”
MURPHY: “In the dry n'rth th're is a black flote called Elysium.
This gudgeon is sev'ral miles wide, thee knoweth how longeth t is.
This creature is huge.”
LESTER: “Is th're eke a mouse nam'd Petras, his back like a mountain and whose wings art cov'ring the sky?”
MURPHY: “We doth not know.”
LESTER: “The t'rnado did extend f'r ninety miles;
Flying in the blue sky and clouds.
From th're, ambush'd in the south that which climbed into the darkness of the south.
The quail did laugh at me and hath said,
"wh're's the road?”
MURPHY: “So th're is nay lodging to starteth.
Th're shall beest nay teachest'r.
Play with me;
i am the sup'rvis'r of this city.
i can showeth something like this.”
LESTER: “Art thee not exil'd to a high lodging?
Only aft'r a few feet i cometh down again;
falling into the brush."
MURPHY: “In earnest, this is the most wondrous desire of thy flight!
So wh're art ye taking this creature?
This is wh're the bawbling and the big art identify as one.”
LESTER: “The whole w'rld’s condemned when the diff'rence between the interior and the exterior is misunderstood.”
MURPHY: “Canst it beest edited?
Prithee, break with this.”
LESTER: “Not to panick but beest embarrass'd;
the w'rld doesn't care about our company,
nor at which hour the wind bloweth.”
MURPHY: “i am too distemperate to wend though the circuit path requir'd.
Acc'rding to the nature of heaven and earth,
at which hour the sun and moon riseth,
no persons burn with a lamp.
What a quality lighteth at which hour it rains;
a bawbling means to irrigate the land.”
Here MURPHY's men beat up LESTER, the Homeland Security Adviser
EMERY: “Contempt, contempt, contempt;
On Forum, off forum;
Mine thirst for beer is amazing!
it scares mine own kids.”
MURPHY: “’tis thy scary visage that makes them tremble slightly.
Nay, one dare to not approach thee f'r feareth of his sudden death.
Contempt hideth inside a diamond vase;
this thee can gaze upon.”
LESTER: “i am sorry for the pain ye hath endured;
If 't be true, thou art a valorous teachest'r.
Ye can kiss the head of the w'rld.
As long as thee p'rsev're, all shall beest well;
i knoweth all mine own mistakes.”
MURPHY: “Pray, yond the earth may beest sov'reign.
Ev'rything in the w'rld op'rates v'ry well.”
Here they skirmish again
EMERY: “Soon ye shall have arrows betwixt thy eyebrows, sir!”
AUSTIN: “L'rd, have m'rcy on us sinn'rs.
Prithee, have m'rcy on me, valorous sir!
What shouldst i doth if 't be true a soundeth suddenly startles?
Alloweth's speak of it;
of course ‘tis the serum.
‘tis cruel to behold at thy cheek with one eye!”
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To be cont.