ACT I: SCENE I: ENTER DAVID
David: The beauty of days of old. The honor, the glory. (Reading out loud) “O goddess! Sing the wrath of Pelus’ son, Achilles. Sing the deadly wrath brought woes numberless upon the Greeks.” These words are greater than have been written for thousands of years, these words are sweet as honey, beautiful as daffodils, bright as the very stars in the sky. They are magnificent. Wondrous. The paragon of paragon. They are...
Emile (offstage): David! David McWilson! Where are you David!
David: Here my sweet Emile.
Emile: David! What are you doing?
David: What am I doing? Listen to these words, my wife. “O goddess! Sing the wrath of Pelus’ son, Achilles. Sing the deadly wrath brought...”
Emile: That’s nice, but shouldn’t you get on to work? There’s no salary for wasted time.