Monday, June 11, 2007

Scene 14: Love and Letters

Scene 14: Love and Letters

[Scene: Lizzie and Betsy enter from stage left, move to kitchen. Alex enters from stage right, comes in with a letter.]

Alex Chilton
I’ll be back……. not sure when.

[starts DCS]

Lizzie Davis
[runs after him on left.]

No. Alex. Don’t Go. No, please. Stay with us. There have been enough of these letters; enough of these trips; enough death. It could be your own this time. End this with your word.
(Lizzy sticks Bible under his hand.)

Alex Chilton
I end it with my word to revenge the needless cold-blooded murders of my family. I give you my word it will end when I bring Uncle Joshua’s Masonic Ring back to Aunt Betsy…. and the finger of the murderer whose hate was greater than his honor as a Mason.

(Alex kisses Lizzie and hugs Aunt Betsy good-by and exits stage right. Aunt Betsy exits stage left.)

[Spotlight down. Upon on Lizzie DCS.]

Ballad: “LIZZIE’S SONG” by Lizzie Davis
(Original Lyrics and Music by Cathy Barton, Kate's Song, ballad of Kate and William Quantrill)
(Lyric Changes in Italics)

Oh yes, I well recall the time, all in my thirteenth year,
When he first rode up unto our farm to bend my papa's ear.
And although I cannot now recall many words the stranger said,
It was clear his thoughts weren't long on pa, they were on pa's girl instead.
His blue eyes made you think of ice and a chilling winter's day;
And they followed me so closely, watching every move I made.
My papa told me eyes were like a window to the soul;
But not so with this handsome man who kept the shutters closed.
And don't you think I know full well how scarlet are those hands,
Those hands that hold me close at night, and gun down scores of men?
And those blue eyes that are watching me in the flickering candlelight,
Are the eyes that gaze right down at death and rob men's sleep at night.
But this man they call a devil is my husband and my friend,
And I would lie by Al Chilton though he kill a thousand men.
Well, he came to see me more and more and together we would ride,
Across the hills, through tangled woods and the endless countryside.
Sometimes we'd race till all I knew were pounding hooves and wind,
And it made him smile to see me ride my horse just like a man.
So the home we made together was wherever we could ride,
And bed was floors and hard, cold ground wherever we could hide.
And I came to know my lover was a leader amongst men.
His command was large and growing, and they all looked up to him.
And sometimes when I lay with him I'd look into his face,
And he'd look so calm and peaceful there with all the hate erased.
He wasn't hearing dying groans or hearing women cry.
He wasn't seeing bloody ground or the flames that licked the sky.
He'd sleep in peace and it was me who'd wonder how and why.
Well, he's gone off to Texas now and left me here alone,
But he said, “Don't worry, Liz, you know I'll soon be coming home.”
And it seems like only yesterday I heard Al Chilton cry,
As he sang out, “Lizzie, dear Lizzie, will you be my own dear bride?”
He sang out, “Lizzie, Oh dear Lizzie, will you ride by Chilton's side?”

[Lights go down.]

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