st doubles
over from pain.
Not you.
Betsy looks at him.
Stop whining and wipe your nose, it's awfully red. You look ridiculous.
He swings around, moves all the way up to the footlights, turns his
back to the audience and addresses the lot of them.
Well, hello there, ladies and gentlemen! Smug ladies and kindly little
gentlemen!
A pause.
DE MAISSE
I'm sorry, Your Majesty. I'd better leave for a while, I think. This is
very stressful for me.
Chris falls down, raises himself on an elbow.
CHRIS
Wobbly.
William rushes to him, knees.
I'm frightened a little, Wobbly. Anyway, please treat her gently.
WILLIAM
Whom?
CHRIS
Oh, don't be so dim, Wobbly. This isn't the time. She deserves to be
treated gently. ....I think. There's an art to being a woman's lover, I
suppose. You know it. I don't.
WILLIAM
What do you mean?
CHRIS
You know what I mean. Caressing them, kissing them, being gentle.
Gentle. I wanted to be gentle to her. She wouldn't let me. She was always so
shy, so shy. You know? That's what's always been missing in my scribbling.
No, I wouldn't touch her. Wouldn't force myself on her. Couldn't. She can be
so beautiful, so vulnerable.
WILLIAM
There were others.
CHRIS
No. I've never slept with a woman in my entire life. Except, of course,
in my imagination. Doesn't matter. I got stuck last night. I was writing a
new play, and there was this monologue. The guy is standing on a cliff,
looking over the sea. The last two lines are supposed to rhyme. I couldn't
find the rhyme. The word is fleece. He looks over the sea, and says,
something, something, ivory fleece.
William thinks.
WILLIAM
Peace.
CHRIS
Too trivial.
WILLIAM
Er.... Timepiece. Police. Cease.
CHRIS
Lease. Greece. Oh, you so hopeless, Wobbly.
WILLIAM
Caprice.
Chris struggles to rise to his feet.
CHRIS
Exactly.
(giggles)
Caprice.
He falls face down and remains motionless. A pause.
CURTAIN
FINIS