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| The Fight with the Dragon | |
| PART OF THE GEAT CHORUS ENTERS. THEY ARM BEOWULF AND WIGLAF AS THEY SPEAK |
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| GEATS: | Now we will tell how Beowulf fought the Dragon Our king and hero How he went out with armour and weapons To face this worm Sent by wyrd to wreak havoc Our lord was determined it should not live long How with sword and spear he set forth to do battle Grim-faced and stern, his armour flashing He rode through the land For one last time to make war upon monsters. |
| OLD BEOWULF AND WIGLAF ARE NOW ARMED. THE GEATS STAND BACK ON ONE SIDE OF THE STAGE. WIGLAF STEPS FORWARD AND SPEAKS TO THE AUDIENCE |
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| WIGLAF: | We rode north. It was a clear day. There was frost on the ground and the air was sharp. Soon we saw about us the Dragon's devastation. Burned farms and villages. The earth charred and blackened. Then we came to the sea's edge. The Dragon's lair lay above us. We had to climb over the rocks to reach it. It was hard going. At last we stood outside the entrance. As Beowulf had promised, he gave the slave his freedom. He spoke a few words to us, gave us our instructions. Then he shouldered his weapons and went into the cave. |
| WIGLAF MOVES ASIDE, LEAVING OLD BEOWULF STANDING ALONE. HE SPEAKS TO THE AUDIENCE |
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| OLD BEOWULF: | A long passageway leads down. I have to stoop. All light shuts off. The darkness is complete. I go into the darkness, deeper. As if descending to the bottom of the world, the place where all things begin and end. My own beginning, my own ending. The passage grows narrower. The air's hot and stifling. I find it difficult to breathe. My armour weighs heavy on me. It seems I've come this way before. Each step I take, already taken. As if I'm standing far off somewhere, watching myself. Watching this old man struggling blindly through the dark. I see a light ahead. It grows brighter as I approach. The light of gold shining in a vast cavern. I stand there in the cavern, before that massive heap of treasure. Apart from that, the cavern's empty. No sign of the Dragon. Yet I know it's close. It's here, but I can't see it. Even now it watches me, wicked eyes, a wicked heart. It's waiting for me to make the first move. And now I know I have a choice. I can turn back, leave the cavern, let the Dragon have its gold, live my life out in peace. Or I can stay, and fight, and die, here, now. But the choice is no choice. It's already been made, ages before. There's nothing else to be done, nowhere else to go. I give a loud cry and wake the Dragon - my shout of defiance against the world. |
| THE DRAGON CHORUS ENTERS, REPRESENTING BOTH THE DRAGON ITSELF AND THE ENGULFING FLAMES OF THE DRAGON'S BREATH. |
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| DRAGON: | And the dark explodes Bursts into flame Flame with jaws Scales Teeth Waves of flame Wash over him Winds of flame Whirl about him He's caught in a cage Of searing heat Trapped by bars Of solid fire And his weapons fall from him They're useless here Hope falls from him There's no hope here Nothing but flame And rage and hate And rage is the flame That roars Hate is the flame That howls The world has become A blazing inferno He stands at the centre Its only fuel. |
| THE DRAGON AND ITS FLAMES RAGE AROUND OLD BEOWULF. HE SINKS TO THE GROUND. THE GEATS CRY OUT IN FEAR |
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| GEATS: | We hear the sounds of the battle We feel the sounds of the battle The ground quaking beneath us The whole clifftop shaking And a terrible roaring As if all the demons in the earth were waking Stamping their feet Making the rocks split Then out of the cave a jet of fire That singes our eyebrows and hair And another spout Of flame Bursts out From the head Of the monstrous worm And we scream and shout! "The king's dead! "The Dragon's won! "It's the end for us if we stay here! "We'll be burned alive! "Consumed by fire!" Then the worm itself appears! And we run! |
| THE DRAGON LEAPS FORWARD, FLAMES BURSTING FROM ITS MOUTH. THE GEATS RUN. WIGLAF REMAINS WHERE HE IS. HE SPEAKS TO THE AUDIENCE |
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| WIGLAF: | I stood my ground. Even though all seemed lost, I didn't abandon him. What else can a man do in this world but stand firm and remain true? Beowulf taught me that when all is lost there's nothing more to fear. And so, without fear, without hope, I faced the Dragon. |
| WIGLAF TURNS AND FACES THE DRAGON | |
| It loomed above me, monstrous. I made no move, let it come closer. Powerful, it was, but I could see it was weakened. Long, deep gashes covered its body. Still I made no move, let approach, waiting the moment. It reared up, towered over me, jaws gaping, ready to strike. And then I struck. I drew back my sword and thrust it upwards, deep into the creature's belly! |
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| WIGLAF STRIKES WITH HIS SWORD. | |
| DRAGON: | The monsters rears The monster roars Blood gushes out Black blood, boiling, It writhes and thrashes Twists and thrashes Crashes forward Twisting its coils Heaves and rolls And tumbles, falls Smashing over the rocks Plunging into the sea To sink, silent Beneath the waves. |
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