Who Am I If Nobody is Looking?
Background Information: A middle-aged farmer from the 16th century just witnessed his best friend and wife performing sexual activity at his home. He shuts the door on them, he is intensely disturbed and proceeds to walk far away to a remote cliff edge (edge of the stage). [It’s midnight, It’s frightfully thunderous and rain is pouring excessively. The cliff oversees a never-ending carbon black-blue sea, with 100-foot waves crashing frequently and a-rhythmically.] (Audio-visual effect instructions). After reaching the edge of this cliff, he checks if anyone is around just to make sure, and begins talking:
Farmer: Oure father which art in heaven,
Hallowed be thy name,
Let thy kingdom come,
Thy will be fulfilled,
As well as in erth, as it is in heaven,] (calm tone)
No more, (x8) (Increasing in speed and intensity/power)
Nev’r! (With maximum intent)
[Now ev’ryone hath gone and can not seeth,
For thou is a caitiff,
Letting me live in this true dullard world,
Withouten consequence.] (Public speaking like tone)
Thy forked lightning strikes my sea like a steel
Smothering [Hold the ‘Sm’ syllable] a great soldier,
Zeus! [practically shouting] I feeleth thee presence,
Wherefore! (prolonged), (pause) dos’ thy help not cutteth my life apace [connect to next line]
Wherefore! (prolonged), (shorter pause) dos’ thy send a naughty nightingale,
Instead of a prize, nay purposeful pigeon.
N‘til now, her existence was the embodiment of affection [tone softening up a bit]
A smile so wide yet tender, could maketh any man feel bliss
But that filthy, slimy, crusty (growing in intensity and clear pronunciation, hold the ‘cr’) betraying old mouth had to seize his chance with utmost debauch’ry,
‘Tis frighteningly peculiar, [questioning tone]
How one’s life is at each moment on the edge,
At all times a chance to be gifted with permanent pleasure,
Yet fiendish (prolonged) fires too.
[I have cometh to the edge of this cliff
Piercing wind, rowdy rain and bitter cold hurt me nay more
I have cometh to ask thee
Art thou out there?
Not weak gods of materials
the power far above the clouds,
The ultimate] (use dynamic tone and volume as performer feels needed)
If thou is,
Ev’ryone hath gone and can not seeth,
I am the example thee needeth,
Hear ye once more,
[Set me free from this undeserved, punitive pain,
An’ Sorrow that chains me to thy ground
Take me back to the castle of glass,
I do not pray,
As the vessel of my messages seem to have cracked along the way,
(speed and volume starts to pick up)
I demand it!
Now or never!
Remove my soul from this poor affluent, unprivileged sack!] (tone, volume, speed grows exponentially)
[And prithee,] (slow and defeated tone)
Take me back. (desperate tone)