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IAMG: Scenes 20-23

Scene 20

The Hills over Hyres / Margaret & RLS are taking a walk

Ooo – that certainly hurts the calves – its like hiking up three Leith Walks in a row – how are you feelin

I’m fine – I feel strong – we are like two soldiers, aren’t we, marching off to battle

We are, indeed, fighting for the good honest Scottish kirk & its outstanding psalmody – this land is certainly not god-fearing

I’m afraid of God

& so you should be – I mean, come & sit here a moment – just smell the wild thyme – & then look at this wonderful view – all created by the master’s hand – & all such a perfect blend, created on the second day, for as the good book says;

And God said, “Let there be a vault between the waters to separate water from water.” So God made the vault and separated the water under the vault from the water above it. And it was so. God called the vault “sky.” And there was evening, and there was morning—the second day.

On which day did he make the animals

That will be the fifth & the sixth days – on the fifth he made the water teem with living creatures, and let birds fly above the earth across the vault of the sky, then on the next day he made all the animals who live on the land

Including the giraffe

Yes, all the animals

It’s such a silly animal, his neck is so long

Well, that is because God wanted them to eat the tallest leaves in the tress – he has thought of everything

God is a very clever man

Not a man, but a spirit, Lewey – & I hope very much when the time come in my lifetime when world will once again become like the garden of the lord

You really do love God, don’t you – I mean, I love him, but I don’t think I love him as much as you do

That will come, I hope, but I’ve never enjoyed such nearness to god as I’m doing now – I feel as if I’m on the verge of the eternal world

Can I come with you, I want to go there

Of course you can – do you know, young man, I am more in love with you than ever now we are together in a foreign land – the heather is not quite as that of our native country, neither so golden nor so beautiful, it is not the broom of the Cowdenknowes, but it is fine enough

It is very beautiful – I think I would like to come back here one day, when I’m all grown up

Enter the adult RLS watching the scene unfold

Perhaps you shall, young man, the world is a very big place, & despite my… grumblings, I must be honest, this view is quite spectacular & it is a joy to see more of the Lord’s creation – but don’t tell your parents I’m softening to the trip

I promise

Ah – you’re a good boy

They cuddle up & gaze on the view

Scene 21

The garden of La Solitude / it is evening / Fanny is working / enter RLS

Ah, you’re back – how was your work

Inspiring – the mountains are wide awake today – so much life – I even revisited a spot I first attended many years ago, with Cummy, I could even see my younger self & her – like a married couple – but, of course, you are my true wife

I do love you very much

I mean look – this garden, this house, this life, our love has made this happen – we are bless’d

Seven years & counting darling

Seven years, is that right, well I love you better than ever – I cannot think what I have done to deserve such happiness – & you make a far better person of me – here, in Hyeres, this year, is the happiest I have felt in my entire life

There is no duty we so much underrate as the duty of being happy. By being happy we sow anonymous benefits upon the world.

I believe our marriage has been the most successful in the world – you are everything – wife, brother, sister, daughter & the dearest of companions

Well, we are all travellers in the wilderness of this world, my love, and the best we can find in our travels is an honest friend

I would not change you for a goddess or a saint

Nor you, darling, & this charming spot has really work’d wonders for your health- you have gain’d flesh, strength, spirits, eat well, walk a good deal, work completely without fatigue

One cannot help but be inspir’d by this voraciously fascinating place – at night, when the moon is out the, these plumed blue trees that hang trembling, become the very breath of paradise

& the stars, don’t forget the stars

Ah – the Kosmos – incommensurable suns & worlds in a vastness of its space, imponderable zones of abstract speculation, upon which I ponder only one truth – that is the love I have for my wife


I have even written you a poem on my walk

You have

Yes, I have memorized it, would you like to hear



My Wife Trusty, dusky, vivid, true,
With eyes of gold and bramble-dew,
Steel-true and blade-straight,
The great artificer Made my mate.

Honour, anger, valour, fire;
A love that life could never tire,
Death quench or evil stir,
The mighty master Gave to her.

Teacher, tender, comrade, wife,
A fellow-farer true through life,
Heart-whole and soul-free
The august father Gave to me.

Ahh – absolutely divine, you speak with the dialect of your soul

As is my wife – I am truly the bondslave & the zealot of our love
{they embrace}
By the way, another thing of interest occur’d on the walk


A new title – for my Penny Whistles – it cxame to me when I saw my younger self in the hills – how does A Child’s Garden of Verses sound?

Perfect, yes

I hope to have Kate Greenaway or Randolph Caldecott illustrate it, & I will be dedicating the book to Cummy

Cummy? Your mother might not be happy

Well – Cummy has had the most trouble & the least thanks – it will please her I’m sure, & lighten a little my burthen of ingratitude – in place of a great many things that I might have said & that I ought to have done to prove I am not altogether unconscious of the great debt of gratitude I owe her

Enter Sam & Valentina dress in carnival costumes

Well hello

Oh my word, what the devil

It is La Carnival, where are your costumes

Oh – the carnival


Oui, madame Stevenson – it is, eh, a big tradition in this country – there are many, eh, floats is the word, le défilé est spectaculaire

We will be coming – we shall meet you down in the square – you kids go & have fun – don’t get too drunk

D’accord – see you soon

Exit Sam & Valentina

Well let us betake ourselves in the spirit of the times & I guess we had better get changed – you’ll want a bath after your walk – freshen up beforehand

Slowly RLS & Fanny arm-in-arm

Yes – are you in the mood for a spot of dancing


Always, darling, the Russians have a genius for novels, the Italians painting, the English poetry, the Germans opera, but for we Americans, our genius is the dance floor

Scene 22: Hyeres, the Place de la Republique

The carnival is in full swing – all the cast arrive on stage for the final number in various masques & disguises including a Harlequin, a Pulcinella, Colombine (Harlequin’s lover), the Captain (a soldier who’s boastful, yet cowardly) and Pierrot (a dreamer and a clown) – there is an effigy of Monsieur Carnival which is burnt


La Carnival
La Carnival
La Carnival
La Carnival

La Carnival
Bang on the cymbal
& give the signal
To open the ball

La Carnival
La Carnival
La Carnival
La Carnival

A Pulcinella
That isn’t dancing
Waits for his pretty one
To give him an arm.

Zim and boom and tara ta ta
Zim and boom, let’s dance the polka.
Zim and boom and tara ta ta tonight

La Carnival
La Carnival
La Carnival
La Carnival

& poor Colombine
Now has a happy heart
Her Harlequin
Is at the ball tonight

Zim and boom and tara ta ta
Zim and boom, let’s dance the polka.
Zim and boom and tara ta ta tonight

La vie est un carnaval
Et selon que tout va bien ou mal
Nous voici à chaque instant du jour
Différents aux bruits de nos amours

La Carnival
La Carnival
La Carnival
La Carnival

When the dancing is over
Let us love one another
For La Carnival
Yes, La Carnival
Oh la Carnival
Is the day we all adore

Scene 23

Edinburgh, an older Cummy is at home reading – there is a knock at the door / it is the postman

Good morning – a parcel for you, from France

France, oh, well thank you very much

Enjoy your day

Exit Postman / Cummy opens the parcel, it is the Child’s Garden of Verses / she opens it up / the older RLS comes on stage holding the younger RLS’s hand


For the long nights you lay awake
And watched for my unworthy sake:
For your most comfortable hand
That led me through the uneven land:
For all the story-books you read:
For all the pains you comforted:

For all you pitied, all you bore,
In sad and happy days of yore:–
My second Mother, my first Wife,
The angel of my infant life—
From the sick child, now well and old,
Take, nurse, the little book you hold!

And grant it, Heaven, that all who read
May find as dear a nurse at need,
And every child who lists my rhyme,
In the bright, fireside, nursery clime,
May hear it in as kind a voice
As made my childish days rejoice!

ATAHUALPA: Scenes 1-4


King Charles of Spain

Don Francisco Pizarro
Diego del Almagro
Don Alverado
Hernando Pizarro
Gonzola Pizarro
Captain De Soto
Pedro Catano…… Conquistadors

Atahualpa…. Incan Kings

Sachamama… Wives of Huayna

Coya Asarpay
Cuxirimay…. Wives of Atahualpa

Marichanchi… Huascar’s Advisors

Purutu…. Atahualpa’s Advisor

Ciquinchara… Atahualpa’s Translator

Ruminagui ………… Atahualpa’s Captains

Huamanchoro … Incan Caciques

Vincente de Valverde… Dominican friar

Ekkoko – Incan Priest

Fellipilo… Translator

SCENE 1: Huamachuco Village

Chief Huamanchoro is sat with Cuxamiray / enter Cuxamiray who sings Virgenes de Sol

Such a very fine song, so finely sung

She is my own daughter

You must be proud

I am – so, Prince Huascar, tell me
Why honor us with your visit today

My father is dying

I’d heard rumors
On which I could not comment ‘til confirm’d,
But the whiff of his illness upsets us
He is beloved here & far abroad

He is a wonderful monarch, & man,
I rush to be beside him, but must rest
From time to time, I will stay here tonight

Of course

We leave for Cuzco tomorrow

While you are with us, anything you want
To take from my village is yours at once

Your daughter


I will take you daughter…
You hesitate before your future king

No, it is just, I knew this day would come
Her qualities at singing songs exceed
Anything I’ve ever seen, she is yours

So, is her talent natural or train’d

A wond’rous blend of both, yachaywasi
In younger years taught her enough to frame
Superbian modes of her vocal range
While a talented pongocamayo
Has train’d her in the flauta fantastic

Excellent, then send her to my dwelling
Along with that beautiful beverage
For which your village is widely fam’d

Yes, sire

Exit Huascar

Fetch the best chicha for Prince Huascar

Exit attendants / Huamanchoro sits in silence musing upon the loss of his daughter


Don Pizarro has been summoned to speak to King Charles

Don Pizarro
Your Highness

King Charles
Don Pizarro, welcome home
Thou art to the appointment fresh & fair
You look as healthy as I’ve ever seen
What spirits are within thee, & without

Don Pizarro
I’m ecstatic to see his majesty
Oft times across the Ocean in the west,
Scourg’d by tasteless trials of exploration,
Torrents of mischiefs & machinations,
I wonder’d if I’d no more see thy face
& smile, your highness, but the thoughts of these
To once more stand before mine emperor
Maintain’d my stridence to fulfill those vows
To empire of its sacred extensions

King Charles
Your letters tell the tale, but better lips,
How was it over there, how is Peru?

Don Pizarro
The present condition of the country
Discovered alongside Don Diego
Almagro of Malagon, I & he
Were the richest in Panama province,
Is this is, your highness, the truth of Peru
tis but a small poor province, fifty leagues
From the start of the equator, whose name
Extended oer the next twelve thousand leagues
Pepper’d with piddling oppidulums
We fought so many battles in that space
In one bout Don Diego lost an eye,
Many other implacable problems
Each day did beset us as we hack’d
Thro coastlines thick with hardship & swampsuck
Where lizards as long as the fragata
Call’d alligators in a native tongue
Who breed at river mouths like common trout
Who’ll scent a man & with a massive bite
Drag him to the bottom to be eaten

King Charles
You, yourself, what sustenance & succor
Provided by Peru

Don Pizarro
We knew hunger, sire
Such burning fever, inimitable,
Unknown in fertile Spain, the only fruit
Which e’er kept us alive grown in the sea
The salty, bitter flesh of the mangrove,
To split the fishy dishes we would net
Tho’ oranges, lemons, figs & grapefruits
Do grow in much abundance, distances
Defeated all our limited storage
& left us oft in difficulties dire

King Charles
But survive you did, dear Don Pizarro
For destiny was with you, & the Lord,
Whom now mine eyes & ears are in Peru
So, tell me of its natives, how are they

Don Pizarro
Proud & curiously beautiful, sire
The women wear their hair so very short
& naked go about but for a small
Apron to cover up their private parts,
The men, however, go waist down naked
Clad only in a short shirt navel o’er,
Both sexes take delight in golden jewels
& emeralds, in nostrils, & in ears,
Your majesty, deep mines are all about
& there is known the value of silver
Of gold & of diamonds, they worship these
Almost as much as their infidel gods

King Charles
Inform me of this pagan pantheon
Of how they’ve never heard of Calvary

Don Pizarro
They worship the Sun & Moon as great gods
Know terrafirma as their Earth mother
Their priests are nothing but murderers, sire,
Sacrificing animals & men
Searching thro hearts & entrails with hands stain’d
By bloody delving into guts & gore
Waiting to see the signs that they desire
& justify this craven homicide
Saying the gods must not be satisfied
Yet with the sacrifice, blunt knife on knife
Murdering more & more, until they find
The symbols that the seek, & what’s more, sire
The chiefs believe in flesh resurrection
Seated on thrones in vaults seal’d after death
Attired in richest clothing, with the wife
Whom he loves most beside him, her throat cut,

King Charles
Why so?

Don Pizarro
They are expected to return
To life, emanating regality
Clad in majestic fineries

King Charles
What fools?

Don Pizarro
Indeed sire

King Charles
That continent needs cleansing
Of devil customs all, Don Pizarro
Are you prepared this task to consummate

Don Pizarro
Of course, your majesty, at your command
I stand with honour, all that you desire
& bid I will attend with all my strength
My first expedition lasted three years
But in that time, in all its suffering
Thro’ nature’s dangers, Indian attacks,
& inner mutinies of dark reasons,
I have acquired an intimate knowledge
Of how Peru thro mortality moves

King Charles
Dogs might bark but the wagon passes on

Don Pizarro
Indeed, sire, but alas, my wheels are worn
& all my riches dissipated, sire,
As Don Diego’s has – we’re both in debt,
& heavily – if money could be found
We are prepared for more expeditions
In the name of Charles, Spain & Saint Peter.

King Charles
What do you need my fine conquistador

Don Pizarro
Provisions, soldiers, horses, ships & arms
& beg your majesty another thing
I wish to be the royal governor
To compensate for hardships undergone
& yet to be endured

King Charles
This shall be so,
My governor & my chief magistrate,
You shall discover me new settlements
& make me others with wide streets & squares
Where churches bearing the cross of Jesus
Are the brave blanch’d beacons of Christendom

Don Pizarro
My King, you do me the noblest honour
America’s a place for living life
As we have fashion’d it from centuries

King Charles
I hear something of the Incan empire
It is very powerful is it not

Don Pizarro
It is great, my lord, a mass of nations
Held together by a single tribe
The ruling elite they call the Inca,
Every drop of sweat belongs to the state
Whose king is supremely omnipotent
Entitl’d ‘Sapa Inca’ who portrays
His pagan realm as Utopia found
On earth, but underneath a murd’rous veil
They are lunatics, disregarding life
Building a ruthless causeway of corpses
Of lives expendable

King Charles
Who is their King

Don Pizarro
His name Huayna, who has extended
The empire’s heritage to great extent
By all accounts a wise & noble klng
But, but

King Charles
Wise pause, speak up before your king

Don Pizarro
As Huayna grows old, his sons grow bold
Huascar, Atahuallpa are their names
Who swim against their father’s quality
There are loud rumorings of discontent
That part these feather’d princes, a wide gap
In which to pour the resources of Spain
I’ll write thy name in bloody characters
& for the empire claim the Incan realms.

King Charles
With God on your side what else could happen
As my superintendent designate
You’ll be supplied with all you’ll deem a need
&, Don Pizarro

Don Pizarro
Yes sire

King Charles
Spread justice
Tell all you meet if they accept my throne
They’ll be treated with upmost dignity
But if they do not

Don Pizarro
Yes, your majesty

King Charles
Kill them, kill all of them who dare dissent

Don Pizarro
Of course, your majesty

King Charles
You may leave, now
& God be with you, always

Don Pizarro

King Charles
Don Pizarro

Don Pizarro

King Charles
Remember one thing
The end will depend on the beginning

Exit Don Pizarro

3: Cuzco

Huayna is on his death bed – it is silent – his son Huascar is there with Ekkoko & Apumayta – enter Chasca, Palta & Sachamama



Your wives are entering

Then let me gaze upon them one last time
Let sacred lights of Inti shine their cheeks
Ah – Chaska, Palta, sweet Sachamama
I cannot think which one of thee to choose
So women woo my heart & tell me why,
Which of thee has to join me in my tomb

My husband, we’ve shar’d so much together
The love of youth when foster’d into age
The supreme symbol of a knot of souls
Who else could ever match our darling depths

My love, listen not to this old lady
None would look better on thy royal arm
When you to life return, your youngest wife
Am I, & thus the prettiest by far

Great king, of all the conquests you have made
The day you took the palace of my heart
To rule this supple body as your realm
The gods decreed right then which wife would sit
Beside thee at thy portal of rebirth,
You’ll need my beauty, guile, experience
I still look young, but we’ve spent many years
Conversing easy, dancing fiestas,
Deliberating serious matters,
& making love under an Incan moon

Chaska, you speak with such a clever chaunt,
It shall be thee

Great king let it be me

Huayna, my love, what are you doing!

Silence! Respect my father’s wishes, go,
Depart this place, & Chaska, you go too,
Prepare yourself for death, & dress your best

Exit Chaska, Palta & Sachamama

Huascar, come near me, son, come hear me
Fear not the devils underneath my skin
These evil trickeries of the White Ones
Are… {cough}


When the throne is your own seat
The sons of every empire chieftain
Invite to Cuzco, tie them to our tongue,
For being here their fathers daren’t revolt

I will do, thy counselwise respecting



Your brother

What of him

Within his territories let him reign
Tho’ supreme sapa thou, he’s still my son
The brawl of brothers is a futile sport

But, father, I…

Promise me Huascar
You will honour me, my orders, & my rule
Without these three you never would be king

Forgive me, of course, I shall treat your son
As my own child, tho’ you have sired us both

Good, good… my boy come closer, hear my words
Go visit the statues & the houses
Of our forefathers, your Great-Grandfather
Pachacuti yupanqui, & his son
Your grandfather, Topa Inca, listen
To the old songs of their famous exploits,
If anything is lacking there, provide,
& hold great feasts, perform sacrifices
& be the very best of Incan kings

Father !

I have lived this life

Father, no !

Huayna dies

Sapa Inca dies, Sapa Inca lives
Huayna is dead, Huascar alive
Salute the father, tribute to the son

We praise thee Huascar, our lord unique

{crowning Huascar}
Here is your father’s borla, from his brow
Still warm from life, now in his death on yours
Now Topa Cuxigualpa is your name

Leave all of you, I wish to grieve in peace

Exit all

I will miss you father, thank you for life,
Thank you for love, & I promise thee
All thro’ my rule the empire will be large
&, prosperous, rest easy with the sun,
There happy be in Pacarina’s halls,
When mingling with our ancestors, where we
Shall meet in Heaven when I meet thee there

4: Panama

Don Diego is with Don Alverado playing chess / Enter Don Pizarro with his brothers Hernando & Gonzola

Don Pizarro
Don Diego del Almagro

Don Diego
Hah – so you have returned

Don Pizarro
Of course, to Panama & the project

Don Alverado
You might not receive a happy welcome

Don Diego
Indeed, there is a lingering canker
I am steaming with dissatisfaction
For having read His Majesty’s missive
Indignancy goes churning in my guts
You ! Made my governor ! we are equals !
While my financial outlay’s much larger
In all these explorative endeavors,
The act smacks of mad ridiculousness,
Or something more perfidious perhaps

You dog! You insinuate trickery

Don Pizarro
Hernando, stay your tongue, Don Diego
My friend, my country comrade, I pled deep
Your case in court, but I was there not, you
& His Majesty has declined, for now,
To grant what you deserve, & who was I
To question his divine authority

Well, there we go, there’s nothing more to say
Upon a maim’d & imperfect judgement
Pizarro & King Carlo have condemn’d
Myself to distinct nothingness out here
Despite most strenuous determinations
To make Spain great

Don Pizarro
Please, pass me thy bible

Don Diego
A bible, & for what

Don Pizarro
Thank-you, my friend
I oathe & promise on this sacred book
If we can continue conquest onwards
Until the empire satisfied, I shall
Renounce the Chief Magistracy, & then
Petition His Majesty to confirm
The title’s transference to your favour

Don Diego
Hah – we have not come this far Francisco
To fall into some pit of civil strife
Hernando, & you must be Gonzola

Don Pizarro
Yes, these are younger brothers to me both

Don Diego
Welcome to Panama

A pleasure to meet you Don Diego

Don Diego
This man is Don Alverado

Don Pizarro

Don Diego
Don Alverado grunts

Don Pizarro
For my mean brusqueness I apologise
I needed to relay my discontent

It is no matter, sir, we understand
Your status, & your station here respect

Don Alverado
You should have stay’d in Spain, Don Pizarro
Lunacy would be too gentle a word
Peru is godforsaken, to return
Means death to all but Spain’s luckiest son
I would not gamble my life’s breath again
Upon such chaotical cecity
As conquering the scorching equator

The Roman empire not Ceasar’s alone
Augustus never knew its full extent
Such things as glory need the arc of time
On which to flourish, as the bolting colt
Tamed by an expert handler of the horse
So too shall all these lands of the Andes
Be temper’d by the mighty hand of Spain

So, we go again, Don Alverado

Don Alverado
You are mad, I will have no part of it
The precious porcelain of human clay
Lies brittle in these hands of brutal barb

Then why remain still with this company
Depart & graze low pastures, while real men
To highest business of the realm attend

Don Pizarro
After-traces of awkwardness & doubt
Should be converted to cool ambition
Men died, will die again, but in the end
Peru will stand among the Spanish lands

Don Alverado
The end! When will that come! Our lifetimes? No!
I wish you luck, I do, but you’ll need more
Than luck, you’ll need God with you every step
I shall send letters to your families

Exit Don Alverado

Don Pizarro
We shall need stouter hearts than his

Don Diego
But come, gentlemen, the ocean is vast
& you would have feasted on sprigs & seeds
Continents ne’er won on empty bellies
Let us eat, let us plan, let us parley
Today, there is much to be determined,
Men, if you’ll follow me, please, step this way

Don Pizarro
I have miss’d you old friend, how is life
Out here on the boundary of the world

Don Diego
As ever, as it was before you left
A paradise of sweat

Don Pizarro
Hah Panama!
In the New World there is nowhere like it

But after Panama, as soon as soon,
Let us see peruse the beauties of Peru

Don Diego
Your brothers are most eager, let us hope
Their thusiasms survive the jungle

Exit all except Don Alverado

Don Alverado
More fodder for the foolishness of greed

(ATA) : Scenes 5-8


A feast in the central plaza of Quito – Atahualpa is sat with his sister-queen, Coya Asarpay – they are wearing vermillion, the colour of the Incan Kings. Before them & around a totem pole full of jaguars, pumas & condors a “taqui” is in full flow – the dancers are male & female, their faces painted crimson with gold or silver bands, ear-to-ear, above the nose – one has a tambourine – there are also dancers with animal masks wearing animal skins & one dressed like a devil – the beat is played out by a huge drum mounted on the back of a male porter & beaten by a woman – music is provided by bone flutes, stone syrinxes, pan-pipes, trumpets & whistling jars – as they move around the totem pole the dancers take various steps forwards, backwards, left, & right, clapping & twirling as they go.


Big up the Quito with my amigos
Adore Atahualpar wherever he goes
Him born among us, him always one of us
Happy & glorious singing the chorus – its

You gotta love the man !!
But he’s more like a god to us
So I’ll do what I can
Yes we will do what we can
To make him love us too
My lord (my lord) My lord
I’m so in love with you

When I saw his eyes
I’ve never seen no finer thing
Life’s a paradise
When Atahualpa is your king
Yes Atahualpa is our king

Where the old Guayllabamba flows like a tamber-
Rine to the beat of the queen o’ the samba
He is among us, him always one of us
Happy & watching us singing the chorus – its

You gotta love the man !!
But he’s more like a god to us
So I’ll do what I can
Yes we will do what we can
To make him love us too
My lord (my lord) My lord
I’m so in love with you

When I saw his eyes
I’ve never seen no finer thing
Life’s a paradise
When Atahualpa is your king
Atahualpa is our king

You are our everything

A conch blows – Coya Asarpay stands

Coya Asarpay
Citizens of Quito, subjects & kin,
As his sister-wife Coya Asarpay
I speak upon Atahualpa’s behalf
Such love as ours an endless summer makes
& so, on this day of Purucaya
We feast to celebrate the noble life
Of our shar’d father, & thine emperor
The Sapa Inca we call Huayna
From Tupac & Yupanqui descended
Let us add his legend to the noble rolls
Who stabiliz’d the distantmost frontiers
Civilized all countries we have conquer’d
Imposing laws & justice ever fair
Many of us here have walk’d the great roads
He laid out between Quito & Cuzco
To see the Sun Temple, newly rebuilt
With gold & silver plates lining the roof
But let us turn the pages of the years
Deeper in time, to when King Cacha reign’d
& conquer’d sought a just peace thro’ marriage
Therefore Princess Paccha of the Schyri
First met Huayna, fell in love at once
With him, her beauty heal’d him of warlust
& lovingly foster’d a family
Emblemiz’d by my brother-king & I
Who reverentially demand a toast
To King Huayna, father, emperor,
& Sapa Inca, vessels to the sun !

{raising glasses}
Huayna, Sapa Inca, glorious!

Coya Asarpay
These are the clippings from our father’s feet
& these are cuttings from his royal mane
& this an entrails from his belly drawn
Together they shall form a fair statue
To set up in a house in Qutio, where
All can still worship him as if alive

Enter Apumayta & Marichanchi with Chalcuchima

Your majesties

Tell us Chalcuchima
Who are these men

They are both ambassadors
From Huascar

Welcome, speak freely, please

Atahuallpa, we are come from Cuzco
Five hundred leagues along thy father’s road
Bringing your brother’s verdict on these days
We have heard you are very good-temper’d
Carry yourself with Royal Dignity
Therefore these words will nobly be receiv’d
Which we intend to say

Please, say them now


All the Incas know you are a bastard
That considering yourself an equal
To the true Sapa Inca, Huascar,
Insults your brother & the royal line

He wishes, nor bids, you swear allegiance
Command Quito a common curacas
Tho benefiting from fraternal love
You shall be favorite among his chiefs
As does befit a son of Huayna

Dissatisfied am I of this discourse
My brother’s desperations, by thy voice,
Boasting his powers is an ugly thing

You dare offend the Unique lord again
These scraps are from the once elegant suits
Of fine hammer’d gold you sent to the king
He knows you wish to bribe the Cuzco lords
& so returns them torn & trampl’d all,
This the head of the noble who brought them
Flay’d into silent insignificance

My brother’s a drunk, an amarucu
Gnawing on a thousand foolish things
Wife-stealing, he slays complaining husbands
Nobody dares to give him wise counsel
Else suffer his ego’s ferocity
Yet, one must act with grace against the crude
& I dare not betray my father’s will
Quito belongs to its ancestral line
My mother first inheritor of this
& while prepar’d to swear obedience
To Cuzco & my brother, this province
Lies far outside his primogeniture
Ambassadors of Huascar, hear me,
Take this message to him, yet with silver
& gold, Callucuchima go with them
& Quizquiz too, my valiant captains
Escort these men to Cuzco in safety

Not just your captains – your entire army
Your brother has demanded this as well

He what? my warriors? he wants my men?

Yes, every soldier that fights for you
Now fights for him, commands Sapa Inca

Let us oppilate the northern borders
I must maintain an army in Quito
The frontiers & the warring tribes beyond
Are held in place by my meritous men

My great lord said if this you did refuse
Reprove the dare, declare thee enemy
& state thou will be attack’d for certain
Let fierce & bloody war enforce his rights

& all of you who Quito calls a home
By this vile treason shall be attainted

Then take defiance out of this grim mouth
Quito lies not within my brother’s realms
Depart in peace & tell Huascar this
The sullen presage of his life’s decay
Shall haunt me day & night, unless he veers
Unto understanding this possession
Is mine, always was, always shall be
Now be gone, delay this feast no longer

The ambassadors bow & depart

This is a dark disturbance of the soul
My shadowselves are skulking at my feet
A reckoning is coming to these times
Commander of our armies, speak you first,
Your years & well proved valour carry weight

It would be wisest to reach agreement
With oour elder brother, Incan power
Will spoil & mold if rotten at its core

But I could never fasten to such terms
Insulting to our father’s honour, no!

We should strike first, seize important places
A battle better fought on chosen ground

Altho’ this war inevitable seems
Let rash, hot haste not hurry us to fight
As our vital mind responds to events
It drives our bodies, we are what we think
Making decisions twyx wrong & right
Should always be easy, our conscience king,
But sometimes intolerance crowds, corrupts
All our natural rationalities,
& then, when brains embattl’d agitate
Contorted, discordant, distorted thought
Destroys our harmonious decisions
I must retire


Alone my love

Exit Atahualpa

The feast has ended, go back to your homes

Exit Coya

What do you think

It will be a long war
Especially when the pale-faced White Ones
Are now at Tangarala, riding sheep
As large as chinchona

A sheep’s a sheep
& timid creature ridden by dumb fools
Whose tricks, explosions, might have terrifed
The Mayans & Aztecs to the north,
But Incas are of stronger fibers born
We’ll toss them from the Andes peaks, break bones
As down they’ll fall, to never more return

Better to stay united, even so
Just in case

The Incas have a thousand
Warriors for every one they muster,
We could easily defeat Huascar
& later on destroy the Spanish host

Enough – there’s still plenty of wine about
Now left undrunk

Ah! a terrible waste

Yes, let us toast Huayna & his son
Atahualpa, our future Incan King

Exit all

6: An Indian village

The Conquistadors are lying about in pain & sickness – de Valverde is attending to the sick enter Hernando & Felipe

Don Pizarro
How did you do Hernando, who is this

Don Pizarro
Tell him your name

My name is Fellipilo

Don Pizarro
You speak Spanish


Don Pizarro

I’m from Tumbez
I learnt the language off the garrison
You once left there yourself Don Pizarro

You know my name

Your legacy is long

Don Pizarro

I can also speak Quechua, sir

Don Pizarro

It is the Incan language

Since conquer’d by Inca Pachacuti
Quechua’s the second tongue of Tumbez

Hernando Pizarro
He’s been very valuable so far
On making inquiries of this sickness
Drew truth-hoods from a hiding native’s mind

Don Pizarro
Which are?

Felipe, speak

You have eaten crabs
Whom have partaken of the poison tree

Gonzola Pizarro
Mountains of trials, mires of miseries
This land is haunted by the devil’s own
Where this satanic epidemic endured
Of goblin warts, deep-seated verrucas

Pedro Catano
& getting to this desperation place
Jungles thick with rampant disillusion,
Leagues of treeless & waterless deserts
Wastes our vigour, as do wide estuaries
Which we must swim with all our gear in tow

De Valverde
Do not forget the mosquitoes, Pedro,
The most evil creation upon God’s Earth

Indeed, o priest, why e’er He gave them life
I’ll never understand

De Valverde
No, you would not
The ways of God beyond the reach of minds
Made merely mortal by Him, let us thank
Him we are still alive, his purpose yet
Seems unreveal’d, but as we tread the roads
The gleam of truth grows nearer, we’ll survive

Don Pizarro
I am sure we will, Felipe


Don Pizarro
Tell me,
What of the village governor, & why
There’s not a living soul among the huts
& all of them burnt down apart from his

He & his people fled into the hills
Leaving behind the ashes of their lives
Obeying their commanders in Cuzco

Don Pizarro
In Cuzco, you mean the new Incan King

Yes, Huascar is his name, he is strong

Don Pizarro
I am sure – so, Felipe, can you help us
& if you can, you’ll be awarded well
By his majesty imperial, Charles
We need good food & accurate guidance
Out of these god-forsaken pits of pain

I can do all those things Don Pizarro
This is a bad climate – the next province
Guamcavilcas is a land of plenty
Lacuma fruits and waddling caimitos
Will serve a tasty banquet for your men

This man has been sent to us from heaven
As I have said to all you all along
We are just agents of a divine force
Which swept across the ocean to fulfil
Some deeper destiny, to spread the word
Of Jesus & his sacred sacrifice
Whatever scourges we must here endure
Is nothing to his hardships on the cross
So, find your faith, conquistadors, & sing



I see sometimes
I sense the essence of these seminal times
Sometimes I’m up where the sun always shines on my life
{Lord have mercy)

But I feel sometimes
I taste the flavours of these terrible times
I find im flagging when the sun never shines on my life
{Bring me mercy)

Lord give me mercy
Give me your mercy
When you’re waiting for mercy
O what in the world must I do

I see I feel
This things amazing but its terribly real
The futures coming but the devil is stealing our days
{Lord have mercy)

I feel, I see
This things incredible but getting to me
When future comes no-one knows if its been all staged
{Bring me mercy)

Lord give me mercy
Give me your mercy
When youre waiting for mercy
O what in the world must we do

All I can see is the end of the road
I want to die of my own accord
No one likes a sailor
To die on land with mud on his feet
I cant find a hope to hold onto
Don’t have a clue of where they’ve all gone to
No one likes a sailor
To suffocate so far away from the sea

Good men, calm down
Let’s find solutions to this merry go round
We’ll follow royal roads going to Cuzco town
{Bring me mercy)

Calm down, good men
We’ve hit the bottom but were close to the end
Because tomorrow we’ll be hearing the tender sound
Of mercy

Lord give me mercy
(Give me mercy)

Felipillo, tell us of the Incas

Beyond the straits of Huayna Capac
Begins their empire properly, these days,
However, them disunified,

& why

They’re divided into warring factions
Huascar claims hegemony of all
But has a young brother, Atahualpa,
Who dwells in Quito, they have come to blows
Like toddlers squabbling over rattling toys
Now only one of them shall win the crown
The other brother destin’d then to die

Another sign ! If they were unified
Our little force could never win the day
But that they battle at each other’s throats
Must be ordain’d by heaven, let us pray
Dear Father, who gave us life, who loves us
Thank you for making Inca fight himself
Their power like the leaves which brown on floor
Give us the strength to brush them all aside
When underneath, upon the land pristeen
We’ll build thy churches, raise royal standards
Enlarge thy Christendom in Jesus’ name
Thy son you gave to teach us of mercy
& merciful we’ll be to the Incas
Once they’ll accept thine article divine
Per Dominum nostrum Christum
Filium tuum, qui tecum vivit
Regnat in unitate Spiritus
Sancti Deus, per omni saecul
Saeculorum… amen



Don Pizarro


Don Pizarro
Can you find us food

There are dogs here, waiting for their masters
Hidden in the hills

Their meat is good


Don Pizarro
Then that will have to do, Don Hernando
See to it, take any of my soldiers
With strength enough to hunt, on my command

Exit Hernando & Felipe

A moment Francisco

Don Pizarro
Yes, what is it

Optimism, promises, hope & faith,
This Incan empire sounds omnipotent
& we so very few & fading fast
Let us return with stronger forces soon
But better to renew our strength than fail
When under-strength, slain, never to return

Don Pizarro
Thick-eyed musing to melancholy leads
Do not be frighten’d, brother

I am not

Don Pizarro
There will be no turning back, we are few
But we are very strong in every way
& once this sickness passes we shall rise
& march upon the Incas as King Charles
Has order’d, let that be an end of it
Remember how the Portuguese seamen
Imagin’d that beyond Cape Bojador
Sea monsters swam thro sheets of liquid flame
Man are prone to habitate the unknown
With whispering images of terror
We shall defeat the Incas, mark my words

Brother, I am sorry e’er to doubt thee

Don Pizarro
From now on let us put our faith in God
& let him fill the weapons in our fist
The vitality of our bodies
& render spirits inviolable

Of course

Don Pizarro
Now let us go & hunt some dogs
Like when we children in Trujillo

We are a long way from Trujillo now
But my heart is at its happiest here
Yes, let us go & hunt these damn dogs down

Don Pizarro
Good man – a wager on the contest


Exit Don Pizarro & Gonzala

7: A Narrow Mountain Pass

Huascar is marching with a few of his men including Marichanchi & Apumayta – Huascar is wearing a golden tunic, a golden helmet & carries a golden shield full of feathers & war insignias

My lord I do not like this road at all
Why leave the army’s bulk & risk attack

There’ll be no problem, Apumayta,
Beyond all that bustle & congestion
This road, tho’ steep, is quicker, yet narrow
Then high above the plains of Quipaipán
Spread under this rapid reconnaissance
We’ll see where Atahaulapa moves his men
While there’s a further bounty to this march
We need to be in Quasca by tonight
& fortify its walls, or let our foes
Reach them first, & aim warak’as at us

This war we fight unsettles steadily
The traitor has taken Caxamalca
With forty thousand men there camp’d entrench’d
Twould better be to settle this elsewhere
We’ll never take that town, we should return
To Cuzco, gather superior force

The traitor must be hunted down & slain

My Lord, all respect to your majesty
The importance of thy posterity
Depends upon a winning victory
But in this dark campaign you’ve lost so much
I am your only living general
& most of your veterans are slain
The army is shock’d & demoralized

& the army will do as I command
{turns to soldiers}
Warriors, we march on Caxamalca

Warriors cheer – they begin to beat out a rhythm on wancara drums

Hail to Sapa Inca, the Unique One
Generous his bounty, stormy his might
An enduring pillar of battlerage
Sing forever of his prowess & rage
A lion for valour dauntless in deed
Vanquisher of warriors, howe’er great


We’re soldiers of Huascar marching off to war
Our wise & able master’s fighting to restore
His father’s sacred empire, & when they come ashore
We’ll push the dreaded white ones over equator
Hu-as-car, hu-as-car devoted are your boys
& we’ll march with you anywhere with pride & poise

Enter QuizQuiz & Rumanagui with many warriors

Huascar, Huascar – we’ve caught you in a trap
We’re promising your brother king we’ll bring you back
& we shall hunt you anywhere you’ll dare to flee
Just come with us without a fuss you’ll soon be free
Huascar, Huascar, no need to fight today
You’ll soon be back in Cuzco where the chullus play

There is a skirmish – Apumayta is slain, Huascar is captured

Huascar, this axe shall go slicing thro your neck
If just one of your soldiers comes out of the speck
That snaketh thro the valley, below us in the plain
So send to them your messengers, else die in pain
Altho’ they might outnumber us thirty to one
What use is such an army when its head is gone

Huascar is led away

Huascar, Huascar, must come with us today
Your army might be larger but its miles away
Huascar, Huascar, must come with us today
Your army might be larger but its miles away
Huascar, Huascar, must come with us today
Your army might be larger but its miles away

8: Paita

The Conquistadors are dining in Pizarro’s tent, which is made of boughs & palm leaves

Don Pizarro
How swift can change swoop in on shining wings
Twas just eleven days since when we squirm’d
In filth & hunger, waiting but to die,
& now… Paita’s perfect little port
The best on all this coast, a friendly place
Abundant with fresh foods of the district
Its position reachable easily by sea
From Nicaragua now re-supplied
With twenty men & seven stallions
Captain de Soto, welcome to host
& Caballeros, to our sov’reign toast

Don Pizarro

It is most impressive, this progress
Spain has never known a greater extent

Don Pizarro
In honour of this we intend to found
A city on the banks of the Chira
So ships from Panama can safely berth
A native township call’d Tangarara
Shall be the nucleus

Captain De Soto
A native name?
Something more Spanish surely should befit
Our first true civic settlement betwyx
Equator & Capricorn

San Miguel
The enemy of the fallen angels
He drove them out of Paradise, his blade
Admonishing the greed of Satanus,
The Incans are devils, so let them hear
The name of our martial archangel

Don Pizarro
San Miguel? Of course… any objections
Then San Miguel it is, a fine, strong name
It shall have a church, a hospital, houses
Of authority, each Conquistador
Shall have a stone brick’d villa handsome made
& Indians to run its quaint estate

I want to build a monastery here
& bring Mercedarians from Seville
Whose bright, white habits shall dazzle our foes
Like lights of heaven, drawing them to Christ

Don Pizarro
You shall be given anything you need

Captain De Soto
I have a letter for you, Francisco
Don Diego de Almagro sent it

Don Francisco Pizarro
Give it here… what does the old dog want now
{begins to read it}

What does it say

Don Francisco Pizarro
He has built a large ship
Is almost ready to embark

For where?

Don Pizarro
Here – with as many as he can recruit
He wishes to claim those parts of Peru
Which lie outside the boundaries assign’d
To me in the concession of our King

Captain De Soto
That was two hundred and fifty leagues south
Of the equator, right

Don Francisco Pizarro
He can have that
But something rankles worse in this letter
He stakes a claim to half the gold we find

Hernando Pizarro
Half the gold! The bandit!

Don Pizarro
But I’m afraid
The King decrees it so

Enter Pedro & Felipe with a local chief – Urco


Don Pizarro
Pedro Catano, you are late for lunch

My apologies, Don Francisco

Don Pizarro
You bring an Indian to my table

He is the chieftain of Paita

And? we can speak with him after we eat

Don Pizarro
No let him stay, he clearly needs to speak
Tears well within his eyes like empty bowls
Left in the rain outside, Young Felipe


Don Pizarro
Do you speak his language

Yes I do, sir

Don Pizarro
Extract from him the best account you can

& Felipe, translate it accurately

I shall
{he speaks to the chief}
His name is Urco… he says this
He was a great lord once, ‘til Old Cuzco
Came conquering, those crude Capucunna
Destroy’d twenty-five of his villages
& all who liv’d within them put to death
They’d even slice open pregnant bellies
Bring out the babes & slay them just before
They kill’d its mother, a mad massacre…
He says he will be happy to assist
To him the Incas just detestable

Don Pizarro
Thank him for his honesty, & inform
Him, he’ll now be the chief representative
Of his Imperial Highness from now
In this place, soon to be call’d San Miguel,
Tell him we shall be bounteous with gifts
Out of the sea they’ll come from far off lands
& all the richest pickings shall be his

He thanks you & offers you his daughter

Don Pizarro
His daughter, tell him there’s no need for that
You may leave us now

Exit Felipe & Urco

The Incas are beasts
The sooner we defeat them the better


How many are we now

At the last count
The Christians among us number thus
There’s sixty-seven horsemen, while on foot
We number one hundred & seventeen
Among them are three well-train’d bombardiers
& a squadron of keen-eye’d crossbowmen

I’ve heard there are a million Incas
Arm’d to the teeth, all itching to despoil
Our Spanish skins

I’ve heard you are frighten’d

Not frighten’d, a realist, we are few
They are many, there’s logic in caution

Don Pizarro
Anyone who wishes to stay behind
& build this town has my blessing, they shall
Be given Indians enough to aid
Their settlement, for San Miguel shall be
A vital link in the long chain to Spain
& needs to be completely protected
Spread the word among the men, next morning we depart
At nine, that they must make their choice by then
But I intend to advance & conquer
With such as stay with him, whate’er the count

Captain de Soto
My men will march with you Don Pizarro
We havn’t sail’d this far to idle sit
None of them have titles to go home too
The best hidaglos, but most are peasants
An artisan or two, in Spain they’re dust
But here they’re mighty fiefdoms in the flesh

The Indians are rigid in the field
Their system of command depends on fear
Of whomever commands them, common sense
Is rarely used, just blind obediance
Compar’d to them each of us an army
Who exercises his initiative
Thro’ carefully co-ordinated plans
Our arsenal contains traps & treachery
Our tactics are Ceasarian in style

Let us march to their mad endamagement
our muskets have their bowels full of wrath
Ready to out spit iron indignation

& whether we’re twenty or two hundred
Our victory has long been fate ordain’d
Indians are sinners, to purge their faults,
By higher spirits summon’d to this place,
Idolatrous practices, abhorrent
Customs, religious rituals
Are all the devil’s work, they sacrifice
Each other – no we have to defeat them
Irredeemably, so we can save them

Don Pizarro
& so we shall Vincenzo, let us toast
Once more, in brotherhood, to victory

(ATA) : Scenes 9-12

SCENE 9: Cuzco

Outside the temple of sun

Your imperial majesty, welcome
Huascar is no longer Cuzco’s king
This is his golden tunic, his helmet,
His shield & war insignias, all these
Were pluck’d from the defeated personage
Of your defeated body, so our lord
May have the honour of treading upon
The things & ensigns his enemies
Lord Atahualpa, Cuzco’s halls are yours
O Unique King, the lover of the poor
Son of the Sun, Zapalla Inca, heil!
This city is the Incan capital
The royal seat from where four well-built roads
To Cuntisuyu, Collasuyu lead
To Antisuyu, Chinchasuyu too
Out from this city of your destiny
Thine ancestors emanated glory
& so, as their successor, them ye’ll meet
Initiatory ceremony
Each of the Sapa Inca has peform’d
Are you willing, sire, to permi its rites


Bring out the Inca, Atahualpa
Take this anointed censor in your hand
Wave it until the smoke ascends, then ask
& you shall have your answers, but be brief
The mighty dead brook no long questioning

The first mummy is brought out

This is Manco Capac, the first Inca
& founder of this wonderful city
He who brought together all the ayllu
& brought them here, to the Cuzco valley
& one-by-one defeated the three tribes
Who once dwelt here, the Alcahuisas,
The Sahuares & the Huallas and Alcahuisas,
& settl’d in the swamp between the streams
Where now the plaza lies most grandiose
& being settl’d in this famous place,
Wrought ire from larger, more powerful tribes
The Pinaguas & Ayarmacas
Confederated but were well repell’d,

Spirits of my fathers,
The great burden of your empire, renown’d,
Has descended upon my bare shoulders
Most mighty Manco, founder of the line
Am I, in your eyes, worthy of command

Mancu says you are welcome & worthy

Father, do you approve

Huayna says
Your brother broke the funerary bond
To rule in perfect harmony with thee
& has thus lost the crown, the angry gods
Ensur’d his fate, the other kings agree,
Sinchi Roca, Lloque Yupanqui
Mayta Cápac, Yahuar Huácac
& Pachacútec, he who builedth this
Great temple dedicated to the sun

Tell them I humbl’d by the honour

They hear… Atahualpa, King of Inca,
This was your father’s crown & now tis yours
{Ekkeko crowns Atahualpa}
This is the royal borla, crimson hued
A single strand is all you need to send
With messages, obeisance to ensure

Ekkeko clicks his fingers & the royal wives are brought out

These were wives of Huascar, & all queens
Train’d in the graceways of regal manners
& of them you may have your pick; sire, choose

Atahualpa examines the wives, pauses at Cuxirimay

What is your name

I am Cuxirimay

You are very beautiful… I choose her
And this one… & her… execute the rest

Of course your majesty, take them away

Take her, Cuxirimay, to my chambers
But wash her first, I do not wish to smell
My brother’s flesh upon her

As you wish

Exit Atahualpa


Hernando & Captain De Soto enter the village of Cajas / There are women spinning & weaving / there are three men hanging upside down from a tree

What evil is this hanging trinity
This despicable Incan Calvary
Felipe ! ask these women what here occur’d

Felipe converses with the women

They say ‘tis the will of Atahualpa
The middle one snook in the regal nest
& took advantage of one of his wives
The guards, who let him in, hang either side
& I would not want to be related
To any of them, their poor families
Are destined to be massacr’d entire

Hither off, find me the village cacique

De Soto
These not the first to die of woman’s lust
But look, the way they go about undress’d
Those dark & dusky deer-eyed damsel does
Enough to prise the passions of a priest
I’ve loved the pretty maidens of the Tagus
I’ve kiss’d the blissful beauties of Madrid
I’ve even broken Barcelona hearts
Alack, the crucifixes round their necks
Were wards of deft protection from the flesh
But here, the flesh, the skin, the nipple hues,
Tis Eden, still, before the applefall

There will be time enough come the conquest
When we shall wive ourselves into old age
For now, let us avoid their distractions
& focus on the massive task at hand
The spirit of Atahualpa is strong
& must be broken, else we shall return
As empty-handed fools, if still alive

De Soto
There’s nothing wrong with looking, Hernando,
Anticipation is half the passion

Felipe returns with Titi, the village chief

I have found him, the cacique


Chief brought out

Ask him of Atahualpa’s whereabouts

Felipe speaks to the chief – there is silence

De Soto
Speak up man, nay, just speak, what holds the tongue
Solemn preoccupation scythes thy face
With troughs of apprehension goug’d by fret
Felipe, tell him to speak else tortur’d be

Felipe speaks with Titi – this time he responds

He says he is afraid to speak with you
Now Chaluchima roams the provinces
Punishing with death Huascar’s allies
& killing those who with White One’s converse

Tell him he is under our protection
& safe – when, on the Governor’s behalf
He & his people now gladly receiv’d
As vassals of the Spanish emperor

Felipe translates

De Soto
Ask him what he knows of Atahualpa

Titi speaks more to Felipe

He says he is the thirteenth Inca

Thirteenth – one’s luck must run out sometime
Tell him to tell us his story

Yes sir,
His name is Titi, this village Cajas,
Whose bursting passions into plaints now pour
When Atahualpa came, he hid in fear
Igniting a great fury in the king
Slew four thousand of my five thousand men
& took three thousand women for his troops
Then stripp’d his wealth, planted higher taxes
Than ever the Old Cuzco or his son
Impos’d on them, combin’d

Felipe, tell him
Those taxes now abolish’d in the name
Of Carlos, King of Spain

Felipe translates – Titi starts crying

De Soto
Is he alright

He says that his children were sacrificed
Their youth made them the purest of beings
& being noble-born & beautiful
King Atahualpa gave them to the gods

Capacocha, capacocha

All three
Of his children sent to Mount Ampato
Clad in the colour’d aksu tapestry
There drugg’d & clubb’d & left to freeze & die

Poor soul, his face has been confused with tears

De Soto
A tragic tale… but, ask him does he know
Of Atahualpa’s military might

He says there are two armies in your way
At the foot & summit of the mountains
& another one at Caxamalca
The largest force led by the king himself
Of fifty thousand men, or maybe more

Caxamalca, is it far

Ten days march
Across these spreading green peaks over there
He also notes that Atahualpa’s pride
Promises & boasts of Christian deaths
That none of you will leave his lands alive

De Soto
I well believe he is a great soldier
But tell this Titi my lord Emperor
The King of Spain, the Indies & the World
Numbers many great men as his servants
More powerful than your Atahualpa
My own brother, Don Pizarro, is one
Who has defeated mightier rulers
Than any of the Cuzcos

I have it
Felipe, you shall go to Atahualpa
There guided by some of this old chief’s men
Ask him at once

He says he can help us

Good, good, & so my boy, listen to me
Tell Atahualpa how we Christians
Give good & noble treatment to caciques
Who share a proper peace with us, but those
Who dare attack we will obliterate
& tell him you are telling him the truth
According to everything you have seen
& tell him that if he treats us kindly
My brother shall be his brother, & shall
Favor him & aid him in his regions,
& in high state remain shall for all time
But if he chooses war, he shall be fought
& punish’d to the height of our pleasure
& kill’d just as the caciques of Tumbez,
Santago & all others who oppos’d
The march of Don Pizarro, & Felipe


In that same space act a spy inside
While speaking, assess everything you can
The qualities of weapons, men & mood

I shall, but I have many things to fear
The whims of Atahualpa are deadly

De Soto
{giving a musket}
Take this, as a token of our friendship
Make sure he hears its power, fire it off

I shall do everything you ask of me

Exit Felipe & Titi

Let’s hope that gun is never used on us

De Soto
There’s only powder for a ball or two

Fifty thousand men at least, that’s a lot

De Soto
Better not to muse on simple numbers
The quality of arms decides the day

Those mountains look treacherous for horses

De Soto
But ours are Christian horses, my friend
& the Lord’s with us, Hernando
Come, enough doominess & gloominess
Let us enjoy our dinner & the scene
This truly is a beautiful valley

Exit Hernando & De Soto

Scene 11: Caxamalca

Atahualpa is sat with his wives in the Royal Tent in the camp outside Caxmalca with his wives – Cuxirimay is singing The YMA Sumac song, Taka Rari

Cuximiray, Cuximiray, my queen!
What joy you have given to the empire
Its emperor the happiest he’s been
To Heaven elevated by desire
Your face entices, as your neck enthralls
& if singing to your tynya’s pinions
Shaking your chajcha’s sea-shells & bead-balls
What freshness sweeps across these dominions
Invigorating beauty, when beheld
In such close quarters, hypnotizes minds
When all life’s weary niggles are dispell’d
By stunning vision as its glaze spellbinds,
Your pulchritude’s but worthy of a king,
& I am he, buzzing on the bee sting!

Coya Asarpay
Come & sit with us, my sister… a chair

Servants bring a chair out – Enter Purutu with Felipe


My good Purutu, who is this man

He is the White Ones’ messenger, my lord

Well, what does he have to say

Step forward
Tell the emperor everything you know

Great lord & king, praise God for this meeting,
Such mutual conference high honour
For poor Felipe from Tumbez, I am he,
Who travel’d with the Spanish to this land
Whom are so very powerful & brave
They have horses that gallop like the wind
& give men death with teeth & leaping hooves
Whose riders carry lethal lances long
& them who fight on foot have such sharp swords
That slice a man in two with single blows
Whose fire-shooters fling death from a distance
Whose enemies are ever slain in pain

Felipe gives Atahualpa a musket

Is this a fire stick

It is

Very strange

From them a simple message I’ll relay
They say if you’ll accept them as rulers
You will be permitted to reign in peace
As Incan king, but subject to their king,
But if you snarl hostilities in war
Annihilation is your just reward

Coya Asarpay
You dare to speak so brusquely

Let him speak
He is only the messenger

Of course
Return to the White Ones with my blessing
Tell them they can travel to this city
In perfect safety, that when they arrive
They shall find all Caxamalca empty
With lodgings to suffice a Prince of Spain
While I’ll make camp beyond its walls, once
Ensconc’d, let deliberations ensue
As to the future status of my realm,
Purutu – give him everything he needs
To give his journey comfort,

Of course, sire

& go with gifts, there’s goosemeat skinn’d & dried
Aplenty in the stores, & give them wine,
& milk, & sheets of silken comfort clean
& take them seven baskets full of fruit
Guava, Caimitos & Guayba
Egg fruit, sweet potatoes, albondigas
& Yuca for to make Cassava bread

All shall be done, & well
{to Felipe}
You, come with me

Exit Purutu & Felipe

That man had a curious countenance

Coya Asarpay
He is a dog, Tumbez provincial pit
& please Curixamiray, stay your tongue
Your inexperience effects discourse

My inexperience

Coya Asarpay

Be silent

Coya Asarpay

No! both of you haste yourselves away
I wish to play with Inkasisa now

Exit Coya Asarpay & Cuxirimay

Scene 12: Caxalmaca

The Spanish arrive in Caxamalca square to the sound of trumpets – the square is deserted

Don Pizarro
Cease the song of sennets, as sole tenants
Of this city, surplus sound… deserted,

Gonzola Pizarro
I do not trust the Inca, brother

Perhaps this is a trap, & thus our tomb

Don Pizarro
The truth soon subsentient, lets inspect
Each house, make sure we are truly alone
Keep the horsemen fasten’d in their saddles
Battle-ready, ‘til when we feel secure

Well, in practical terms, Don Pizarro
There is no better position than this

Don Pizarro
Father De Valverde, what day is this?

The fifteenth of November, a Friday,
The year of our lord, fifteen thirty two;

Hernando Pizarro
On this day of heavenly endeavor
I feel as if Phoenicians Pillars pass
Before even Cadiz was ever built,
Or if Vasco de Gama has landed
In India, incessant labors drawn,
But we are Spain, Islam now not alone
In such an adventurous enterprise
The Andes are like their Himalayas
The arid Chihuahua their Sahara
But we command the ocean every side
Such is the limpieza de sangre
Which flows thro all our progress

Enter Captain de Soto

De Soto
They are here

Don Pizarro
What prospect from the battlements, Captain

De Soto
Their camp is on a mountain’s lower slopes
A league or so away, so many tents
I’ve never seen so many in my life

Don Pizarro
Is Atahualpa’s among them

De Soto
Yes, sir

Don Pizarro
Will you go there & request a meeting
With me, in Caxamalca, tomorrow

De Soto
Of course

Don Pizarro
Take twenty-five horsemen with you
& when presented tell the Inca this
I will not assign Christians quarters
Until we know Atahualpa’s pleasure
Where they should lodge, & in his mind instill
A great desire in me that we’ll be friends

De Soto
But what if there are tensions, & combat

Do not pick a quarrel captain
However critical the disturbance
& hard you are provok’d, with priestly peace
& calm ambassadorial conduct,
Pursue your negotiatory talk
‘Til its satisfactory conclusion

Some waste their lives, yet some their time redeem
To be the first among us who shall speak
With Atahualpa, is a great honour

Don Pizarro
Go with the ambitions of our glory

De Soto
I shall not let you down, Governor

Don Pizarro

Exit De Soto

Conquistadors, let us together pray
For the success of Captain de Soto

Gloria Patri, et Filio, et Spiritui Sancto. Sicut erat in principio, et nunc, et semper, et in saecula saeculorum. Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi: miserere nobis. Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi: miserere nobis. Agnus Dei, quitollis peccata mundi: dona nobis pacem. Contra nequitiam et insidias diaboli esto praesidium. Imperet illi Deus, supplices deprecamur: Satanam aliosque spiritus malignos, qui ad perditionem animarum pervagantur in mundo, divina virtute, in infernum detrude. Amen.


(ATA) : Scenes 13-15


The Incan camp – Atahualpa’s apartments, a gallery looking down on a garden – walls are plaster’d with bright red bitumen – wood stained with same dye – Atahualpa is sat on a low seat at the door of the lodging – there are many caciques around him including the royal concubines – these have their faces hidden behind masks of beaten gold, their gowns adorn’d with precious stones, their bodies shaded by canopies – Enter Ciquinchara

Your majesty

Are you Ciquinchara

I am

You’ve spent time with the Spanish, yes

I have

Tell me, are they truly the gods
Have you seen any miracles perform’d

If they are gods, give them obedience
To make you even more powerful, sire

They are not gods – they’re men & men only
When I first saw them I was frighten’d true
& felt that they were gods but very soon
I watch’d them conversing with my people
& do no harm to any one, but those
Who tried to give them harm

Where is their realm

At the far ends of the earth

Well, these must be
The gods who live at the ends of the earth

How many are they

Two hundred, or more

Well, now they are firm in Caxamalca
& some of them are due any minute
So, you shall translate for me, you do speak
Their tongue, I was led as much to believe

I speak enough

Coya Asarpay
Tell us, how do they look

These men come so well cloth’d no skin appears,
But for the hands & their half-bearded faces

Would they consume our flesh if they kill’d us

The only meat I’ve ever seen them eat
Are sheep & lambs & ducks, deer & pigeons

They’re not worth the shit that drools out their arse

Whatever they are, whether gods or shit
They are now here

Let them enter

Yes, sire

Enter Captain de Soto, Hernando & Felipe with Ruminagui


He’s Atahualpa
(please dont look at him)
(dont go anywhere near him)
(you be dead if you do that)
(with your head on a brushmat)

He is A-ta-hu-al-pa he is the King of the Inca…

White Ones welcome to my country
So very welcome to be here
As long as you’ll accept that I am your lord

He is A-ta-hu-al-pa he is the King of the Inca…
He’s Atahualpa

Atahualpa sits down – Ciquinchara speaks to Felipe – a look of love passes between Cuxirimay & Felipe

You may speak to the emperor, captain

De Soto
Through you

No, thro’ Felipe, he better speaks

De Soto
Tell him my name is Captain de Soto
Hernando de Soto, the governor
Of Spain’s empire is in Caxamalca
Who sends me here today to visit thee
To say how much desires he to see you
& greatly shall be pleas’d if you’ll agree
To go tomorrow into the city
& there become his friend, what say you sir

Felipe translates – Atahualpa does not answer – speaks to Ciquinchara instead

He says if seeking peace why cometh arm’d

De Soto
Say we have a right to defend ourselves,

Defend yourselves? or indiscriminate
Slaughter, Maizabilica, speak your truth

He was on the Zuricara river
When the Spanish ill-treated its caciques
Wrapp’d their limbs in chains, & about their necks
Slung collars of the heaviest iron
Then slit their throats in outrage heinous

Sire, this is Hernando Don Pizarro
Who assures his majesty these men were held
In just constraint, as due to criminals
Such as stole on us in the secret night
& murder’d three men & stallions slew
A rogue operation, I am quite sure
Your majesty would never have deign’d it
But if he did Hernando says this,
His brother’s Don Pizarro, a great man,
Whose promis’d fair treatment to the peaceful
But will attack until he has destroy’d
All foolish enough to make war on him
& likewise, the enemies of his friends,
Shall also be obliterated, so
As to be Atahualpa’s friend seeks he
& if that friendship seal’d just say the word
Then he would ride to face & fight thy foes
Upon his mighty battlesteeds of war

Hi majesty is happy you are here
& wishes friendship also, as the ways
Of Inca celebrate such amity
The company shall drink

Atahualpa orders female servants to get the drinks

We’d rather not

{to De Soto)
You must, there’s no choice, insults are treason
If Atahualpa bids a man to drink
If he does not he’ll never drink again

He says four marches from this royal camp
There are many rebellious subjects
Still to his brother loyal, all despite
Him being Sapa Inca… these must die –
If the Governor wants to be his friend
His men shall march with yours to slay traitors

You warriors are better off as guards
However large an army they could field
The rebels will be destroy’d easily
By only ten Christians on horses

De Soto
Your soldiers are unnecessary, sire,
Except, perhaps, to search for those conceal’d

On hearing the translation Atahualpa laughs

He says he’ll discuss all this tomorrow
With the Governor

Enter Ekkoko women with gold cups, 8 inches high, full of wine – each woman drinks from her cup before passing it on to the Spanish & the caqiques & returning to her place

Friends of the Inca
The seeds of amity planted today
Shall into friendship flower by the morn

The drinks are down’d – Atahualpa summons a woman who offers him her palm into which he spits

De Soto
Your majesty, there is another point
On which my Governor your word awaits

He says speak

Our lodgings in the city
He wishes not your hospitality
Offended, by some sacrilegious act
Perform’d in ignorance to Incan law

Lodge where you want, except the well-built fort
Beside the square, leave that a neutral space

De Soto
Thank him

He says to take another drink

We must refuse his generous offer
The Governor did not grant permission
For us to dawdle in a drinking bout
His anger’s goat is not worth the pricking

Atahualpa gestures to the women

He says take another drink – he insists

De Soto
It is a very decent beverage

Very well, we’ll consume another draft

There’s something else he wishes to ask you


He’s heard many damaging reports
That say as you ravag’d his provinces
Many gold & silvers have we stolen
& says to tell the Governor, before
They can be friends he wants it all return’d

De Soto
Tell Lord Atahualpa, with all respect,
Go cautious with his visionary brain
Tell him Don Pizarro is a good man
& will alleviate his discontent

The drinks are brought out once more – Atahualpa holds out the vessel for a moment then drains his glass – the Spanish follow suit

He says tomorrow he’ll be very pleas’d
To meet the Governor & be a friend
Of Christians, since they are all good men

Thank him for allowing us this time
An honour we shall entreasure always

He says there’s a chamber in the courtyard
Where he shall lodge tomorrow, keep it free
But anywhere else in Caxamalca
Is ours, & all within, to aid our stay

Thank his majesty

De Soto
It is time to go

The Spanish & Felipe withdraw with a bow

Ruminagui, I should end your life now

Your majesty

Why did you not kill them

But, but

I am very upset

But sire,
We dared not attack, for if they escaped
Whatever plans we would have tomorrow
Would be corrupted, they’ll all be captur’d
In the trap of Caxamalca

My lord
The Christians are not good warriors
We could defeat them with a hundred men
& we are fifty thousand

He’s right, sire
The White Ones are few & very lazy,
Tiring easily, must ride giant sheep
They call horses

Coya Asarpay
Are you sure we will win

For as long as the dawn comes each morning
The children of the sun shall hold the throne
Their children after them throughout all time
& from failure are forever immune

Take alive as many as possible,
Some to be castrated, then guard my wives
& as our custom is the rest shall die
In solar sacrifice to thank the gods
But now the drink turns weary, let us sleep,
& energize our best for the contest

Atahualpa enters his house – the rest of the Incas are reverential – the queens also exit

It is a fine moon tonight, like the one
We saw that night oer the Quipaipán plains

I hope you are correct Ruminagui

I cannot for tomorrow wait to face
Pathetic & proselytizing scum
Cough’d up by the sick goddess of the sea
Let our greatest indignation prevail
Perfervid, as we spring the spider’s trap
Their fire-sticks are few, our spears galore
So, let them come, when we shall kill them all

Our victory is certain

Yes, it is!
So let us clean our mean macana clubs
& we will see how much fresh blood we’ve spill’d

Exit Ruminagui, Apumayta & Maizabilica / Quicihincara follows

I do not like the omens I have seen
I fear for Atahualpa tomorrow

What could we do

Suggest to him to hide
In the province of the Chachapoyaqs
In a place called Labando, wait there ‘til
The White Ones wilt away

I will ask him
But cannot imagine the concession
Of Caxamalca

His pride is too strong
& alas, that shall serve a swift downfall

Scene 14: Caxamalca

Caxamalca square – the Spanish are waiting – enter Felipe

This is a sunny day, the sun feels good

Don Francisco Pizarro
I sense we hold the bulldog by its leash
It pulls & jerks & gnashes but is ours

Don Pizarro
I sense the same but still this day’s in doubt
Immortal fame & infamy are sired
By Destiny, whose pre-determin’d moods
No man can know until he’s on the verge
Of triumph, or mud-trampl’d in the dirt

Enter Felipe & an Incan woman

Governor Don Pizarro

Don Pizarro
What is it

This girl is from my very own village
She was enslaved by Atahualpa’s men
& snook away this morning, risking death
With information on the treachery
Awaiting us today

Don Pizarro
What does she say

She says to run away, you all are doom’d


What perfidy is this

Don Pizarro
It was to be expected after all
Titanic struggles lurch to denouement
There’s only this single variable
How ready are our arms

Gonzola Pizarro
We are ready
The men secreted secretly about,
While all our cannons train’d upon the mass
Of men that move towards us this morning

Don Pizarro
How many

Gonzola Pizarro
I would say thirty thousand
Each wielding spears as long as Spanish pikes


Don Pizarro
Steady your weapons, cabalerros

Enter Quiz-Quiz – he speaks with Felipe

What does he want

He says because you came
To Atahualpa’s camp baring your arms
Then he shall do the same with an escort

Don Pizarro
Tell him that the king might come as he likes
& when he does a brother shall he be

Felipe & Quizquiz converse

The king suggests he’ll be sequester’d
In the House of the Serpent, a statue
Within provides the name

Don Pizarro
It shall be so

Felipe & Quizquiz converse / exit Quizquiz

Don Pizarro
& so, the stage is set, the hour is hot
Today the Spanish conquer the Inca
My distant cousin, Hernando Cortez,
Massacring the people of Choula
Did Montezuma sieze, after that day
The peasants, hidaglos & artisans
Of his little, unentitl’d army
Burst thro’ Iberia’s rigid strata
& founded priceless fiefdoms of their own

It is all because they carried the cross
& are the vanguard of Emmanuel
The Indians have sinn’d, so we must purge
Their faults & all their pagan progeny
Deliver irredeemable defeat
To sacrificial rites of human flesh
Idolatrous practices, abhorrent
Customs & sexual depravities,

Don Pizarro
The Indians fight in a rigid host
Following, like catterpillar’s legs,
Their captains crowing orders, if we slice
The head off that vast host the rest shall fright
This is my plan, to seize Atahualpa


Don Pizarro
A co-ordinated battleplan,
Of course, & carefully executed
Our arsenal contains traps & treachery
If we can snatch the king, then spring surprise
Of deathly blows upon his men, morale
Will plummet to the panic-pits of rout

De Soto
If, buts & maybes, the scourges of fate

Are you afraid, then, Captain de Soto

De Soto
Of course not, just concern’d, there’s no escape
For those without a horse, if things turn sour

Then this day’s another in the Indies
Small-pox, eruptions, floods & privateers,
Famines & cyclones & murd’rous revolts
But thro’ them all the bold Conquistador
Pour’d waters of the oceans thro’ our roars

Enter Pedro

Sir, the King is very close

Don Pizarro
This day’s work
Is about to begin, let us go
& arm ourselves in strictest concealments
Restrain your men when the enemy here
Until you hear the fire of Spanish guns
Then rush the plaza with speed & fury
Coming out fiercely, fight them steadily
& when you charge take care that the horses
Avoid all collisions, we must be seen
As a brutally unstoppable force

This is the intercession of our lives
Men, I exhort you to display courage
For it shall make a fortress of your hearts
Since you have no other, & no other
Help except from God who aids his servants
In keenest moments of their greatest need
Since the Divine will must ever favour
Such important, necessary enterprise

Don Pizarro
& there is one firm thing to remember
We need to take Atahualpar alive
Vengeance the only force that masters fear

De Soto
It shall be done

Don Pizarro
& God be with you all

Exit all – enter Atahualpa carried by men in blue livery – the litter is litter lined with multicolour’d feathers & gold/silver plates – he is preceded by singing Incas in red & white chequer’d livery wearing gold & silver crowns – two carry banners on lances – they clean the square of straw as they proceed – Atahualpa orders silence

Well, what has become of the bearded ones

They must be hidden sire

They are frighten’d

Wait, there’s one, with the traitor who translates

Enter de Valverde with a bible in hand, & Felipe

You, who speaks the tongue of the White Ones


Where is their principle cacique

He waits
In his lodgings, invites Atahualpa
There to dine

Well, tell him these things first
We will not leave this place without a vow
To restitute all that he has usurp’d
Across these realms, all property purloin’d
Must be restor’d to its rightful owners

Atahualpa rises up in his litter & gestures to hi men to draw their weapons / Felipe translates to Valverde who responds with Felipe translating intermittently

What is this soaring, caustic insolence
Atuahualpa, king of Inca, repent!
The spirits ye call gods are nothing but
The strangest creations of pagan minds
No – let me tell you of the only God
Who made us Earth & Heaven & devode
His sacred omniscience into three;
The Son, the Father & the Holy Ghost !
Of how he form’d our primal ancestors,
Made Adam His first man who trod the world
Who gave to God a rib, from which there grew
His womanlove, fair Eve, of Eden green,
Of whom we’re all engender’d, you & I
Their features share, their marrowbones & blood
Alas, in fruity disobedience,
From Paradise rejected, centuries
Of epic generations slowly pass’d
Until, at last, our Lord, in His mercy,
Now Knowing Humankind could not achieve,
Following faultless lives of good events,
The grace of seeing Him up in Heaven,
Sent Christ the Redeemer via virgin
To save us all, from passion-thorns, thro’ death,
Resurrection & blessed Ascension,
Leaving the world evangelical laws,
Led by his representative on Earth,
Saint Peter first, the rock that Jesus knew,
& follow’d on the Popes in succession
Down to this day, administering truth
From regal Rome, of distant Italy
Who to the kings & princes of Europe
Entrusted each with Christian conquest
& thus, this vast Peruvian province
Was given to his majesty in Spain,
In whose great name Governor Pizarro
Given the task this day shall satisfy
Surrender yourselves & souls to Jesus
Treat Don Pizarro as a living saint
Who says, if you choose to believe, receive
The waters of baptism, & obey
This awesome government of Christendom
His Majesty will act thy defender
Maintaining peace & justice thro’ thy land
As in all other countries who’ll accept
His rule, without the risk of cruel war
But if, Prince Atahuallpa, ye should spurn
Such an offer of dignity in peace,
The governor is free to raise his lance
& drive it deep into your beating heart.

You say we are pagans, but I listen’d
To thy tale intently, & all I heard
Were subjects teeming with absurdities
What makes you think these lands belong to Spain
My father & his ancestors took them
Where were your beards & boats when then we bath’d
In all the blood of fighting’s sacrifice
Since when we’ve held hereditary rights
That to Huascar came & then to me
As he’s my familial prisoner
I am Atahuallpa, King of Inca
& as for your Saint Peter, who is he
Decreeing lands that Oceania parts
Belong to other Princes – not at all,
His powers hold no significance here

That is a very foolish utterance

I own my thoughts – as for your Son of God
& how he is his father all the same
I never have heard anything like it
God is the sun, look there he is, so bright
Life prospers in His rays, there, that is God

Blasphemer! Ye confounded troglodyte!
Your perpetual damnation assur’d,
The sun was created for us by God,
But is not God

Where is your proof

The truth
Is written in this book call’d the Bible
The Lord speaks here, voicing sacred scriptures
Thro the mouthpiece of his son, Lord Jesus

That cannot be, I am the sun’s own sun
& the sun is god, if Jesus his son
We would be brothers – yet I know him not

Chalcuchima, QuizQuiz & Ruminagui
Yes, Atahualpa he is our only lord

Let me peruse this little book of yours

Adam is in the text of Genesis
That beginneth this beautiful Bible
Jesus comes later, in the four Gospels,
Whose perfect, glorious earthly sojourn
Witness’d by saintly Matthew, John, Mark, Luke

{turning the pages slowly}
Is this the word of God, to me it speaks
Nothing –
{throws Bible to the ground}
In fact it does not speak at all

Ye fiend ! Demon dog ! At them ! At them !
Christians, on you I call to avenge
This insult to the name of Jesus Christ

A gun is fired from the ramparts at the Incan army – the Spanish attack the plaza – Felipe flees

Jesus, King Don Carlos & Pizarro!
Draw strength from honour, safety from prayer
Advance ! Advance ! Fate’s blessing closes fast
Maintain the day, slacken not from slaying

Atahualpa’s litter is attacked & slash’d, its bearers slain, some losing arms & using bleeding, mutilated stumps to support him – Atahualpa receives a wound to the ear Don Pizarro grabs his hair throws him to the ground, putting a knife to his throat – at this point his warriors become frozen in disbelief, mesmerized by the sight of their living god in captivity

Don Pizarro
Back ! Back ! All of you get back, else I’ll slit
Thy king’s naked throat – Atahuallpa lives
Or dies on your choice
{To Atahuallpa}
Do you want to live

Atahualpa cannot understand Don Pizarro

Don Pizarro
Where is Felipe, get me Felipe

Yes sir

Atahualpa’s warriors begin to surround them led by Ruminagui

Don Pizarro
Back, back I tell you, or your king shall die
(to Atahualpa}
You shall be slain if they take one more step

Don Pizarro urges on Atahualpa the urgency of the situation without words – Atahualpa stills his soldier with a wave of his hand

Enter Felipe

Don Pizarro
Tell the king he is now our prisoner
His states are forfeit to us & to Spain
That his army must leave Caxamalca
If they do not I will slice off his head

Felipe translates Atahualpa orders his men to withdraw – the Spanish soldiers start pushing them back – some begin shooting – the Indian drop their weapons & begin to rout

Don Pizarro
Captain De Soto, let the hunt begin
Slay all you come across, no mercy hold
We have the head, lets strip the serpent’s scales
& you Atahualpa, Felipe, tell him
Let’s turn his defeat into victory
When, proud partner of imperial Spain,
All honour will be given to his reign

Felipe translates – Atahualpa nods / Don Pizarro passes him to Pedro

Don Pizarro
Take him, keep a musket keep deep in his back
& take him to my lodgings to await
This day’s fair outcome by heaven ordain’d
Whose grace of God has given us glory
As he gave us his son, to victory

The Spanish cheer in celebration

Scene 15: The royal apartments of Caxamalca

Atahualpa is meditating – enter Hernando & Felipe

Your majesty… ask him if he’s content

He says he is

& the wound to his ear

He says it is healing, the pain has gone
He wonders on his wives’ whereabouts

Tell him that they are safe & very near,
That we went to his camp & found them there
With many costly treasures; silver, gold,
Emeralds, but the beauty of his wives
Were jewels without price

Atahualpa laughs at the translation

He wants to know
If ever he shall see his treasures, both
Flesh & precious stone, both cherish’d by him

His wives, when all is settl’d, he shall see
His treasures now the property of Spain

Enter Don Pizarro & the Valverde carrying a bible & an Incan idol

Don Pizarro
Is he well?

Yes brother

Don Pizarro
Felipe, listen
Please tell the king these words as best you’ll hear
Upon these unruly moments in time
Two destinies convergent, his & mine,
& thro’ this alchemy their springeth change
The nursemaid of humanity, so strange
When coming, our mind’s armour disturbing
Thro mankind its energy reverbing
But Change is necessary to convert
Grief into joy & happiness to hurt
& now, King Atauhalpa, change has come
On thee, the Incan leadership, your thumb
Releas’d from the jaguar’s jugular
The land’s you once posses’d have been wrested
Forfeited to the family of Spain
A wond’rous, worldwide, welter of nations
Ten thousand languages & dialects
A tapestry of famous architects
In Mesoamerica, the Mayas
Mosca & Aztecs, acknowledge my king
& made Castalian the common tongue,
As you will too, all of these lands once yours
Have come directly to the reign of Spain
& you will govern peacefully, as long
As you accept this change

He says he does

Tell him also this, our Lord Emperor,
Who is lord of the whole world, order’d us
To let the Incas understand our faith
In case good Christians they’d deign to be
This is my Bible, this is your idol
One word of God, the other rough-hewn stone
You fear this devil more than us, I know,
Not from devotion, but for augurs crude,
That fester on the tongues of your warlock

Don Pizarro
You’ve witness’d our Christian victory

Perhaps, it was the judgement of his gods
That not enough respect to them was shown
He might have overstepp’d by mortal task
When dealing with his brother

Don Pizarro

Yes, that is his brother’s name

Don Pizarro
Where is he

He is being held captive
By Atahualpa’s men

Don Pizarro
That will not do
I wish to hold all here, who might attempt
To raise an army thro’ kingly prestige

He’s very well secur’d

Don Pizarro
Have Atahualpa bring his brother here
To Caxamalca

His majesty asks
When he shall be allow’d to leave this place

Don Pizarro
While armies are at large he will remain
In residence & royal comfort, here…
What says he now

He speaks of so much gold



Don Pizarro
You speak Spanish your majesty

He says that he will learn your language soon
But gold the lingua franca of the world!

What of the very excellence of gold?
That turns mens’ liquid promises to stone
That even sends our souls to paradise

He says as the Governor’s prisoner
He hopes he will be treated properly
Says he possesses enormous riches
& knows the Spanish are hungry for gold
& so, to accelerate his release
He promises a ransom to fulfil
& fill up this tamba from floor to roof
With treasures summon’d from his realms, more gold
Than you have ever counted in your dreams

Don Pizarro
Is that so, how long will it take

Two months

Don Pizarro
I cannot see how that might be acheiv’d

He says he will send troupes of messengers
To all parts of his empire

Don Pizarro
His empire?
Remind him there’s no empire anymore
& all belongs to Spain, but very well,
I will accept this ransom, tho’ far-fetch’d,
& hope it appears here as so promis’d

He says you should not doubt an Incan King
His reach, his power, & his gold is great

Don Pizarro
Very well, tell him he shall see his wives
Without partition, they might warm his bed,
As soon as we have seen first glimpse of gold
Beyond what we have taken already

Don Pizarro
Hernando stay here with Atahualpa
& Felipe, teach the king of Spanish ways

Of course

Exit Don Pizarro & Valverde

Felipe, pass me a sharpen’d stick
{Felipe gets the stick}
Tell Atahualpa this is Europa
& this is Spain & this the mighty sea
We call Atlantic, this America….

(ATA) : Scenes 16-19

Scene 16: The apartment of the royal wives

Cuxamiray is playing a set of zampoñas panpipes– enter Felipe

What are you doing here

What is your name

I am Queen Cuxamiray – & you are

My name is Felipe – I am from Tumbez

Tumbez – are you not afraid to be here

Terror is a stunning woman’s beauty


I saw the way you were gazing on me

I gaz’d on you – hah – I did no such thing

Yes, you did, not once, but every time
I came inside the king’s court to translate

What if I did, a look is just a look

A look is not a look, a look’s a book
On which is written the story of love
Glances confess the secrets of the heart,
Intimate celebrations of desire
Lock perfect memories within us all
To some it is passion’s rogue explosion
To us it was the moment that our eyes
Enlock’d, as when the first ray of the sun
Skips oer Aconagua’s lofty peak
& lights our lovely land, there was a gleam
Of solar power in your pupil-shine
An oriental passion-lamp of love

Of love, what foolish nonsense you do speak

Cuxamiray, your frowns are fairer far
Than smiles of other maidens are, when we
Lock’d eyes we magick’d joy & pain, both,
You felt it too, I know, & so you know
How I felt too, it took but a second,
As I thro’ Heaven’s gates did gladly go,
This iris a veil, eternal life lies
Behind, & when you see the soul once join’d
With yours, something exquisite breaths & falls
& all the glory of existence miss’d
Arrives at last, I know the stars by name,
& know the paths they take, my loving eyes
Gaze on thy form & cannot find its flaws
If ever they’ve existed

Stop this now

Your words mislead, but your eyes cannot lie
Kiss me Cuxamiray, our lips must meet

They kiss

If you portray my eyes as beautiful
It is because they are looking at you
I see loving in your answering smile
You must be very brave my darling one
Tell me for truth the measure of your love

When first I saw you first I felt love’s force
& all my petty previousnesses
Became the path until I’d fell in love
Thy being is my goddess, to the law
My services are bound

If bound to me
Why does thee tarry at the White Ones’ work
They steal from us & murder like daemons

They are irresistible – as are you

Your flattery is reckless, how should I
Respond to such an insult from your rank

But who would kiss the lips which insult them
You might be queen, but you’re a woman too

He doesn’t love me – I am a trophy
There are twenty women in this marriage
& his sisters favorites – I’m mere flesh
No soul nor substance, but a diadem
Of dull necessity to decorate
His reign & ego

One more travesty
That ails us all beneath the Incan throne
Atahualpa is but a dim-eye’d fool
Not to fall in love with Cuxamiray

As ocean waves are crashing in on my Island phantasy
I like these signs of passion vibes That shine in front of me

Well she might want a whiter man & she might like the king
But when I sit beside her I’m the one who makes her sing

I know her heart is bossin’ it Its time to follow thro
With all those secret promises Our aching hearts withdrew
There is a gaze between two lovers When that love is true
O my darling sweet Curaximay I’m so in love with you

So, baby face my face Why waste another second on the chase
I know that you & me Are meant to be infinitely

I like the cauldron of your eyes That boil in front of me
It all some kind of salutary mystic hymnary

WelI might seem regality I might be a queen
But all thro my humanity No finer boy I’ve seen

& yes my heart is bossin’ it Its time to follow thro
With all those secret promises Our aching hearts withdrew
There is a gaze exchanged twxy lovers When that love is true
My foxy cocky fellipo Im so in love with you

Enter Queen Inkasisa

What is he doing here… are you crazy

Its… we are… the thing is…

Queen Cuxamiray, if ever the king
Would hear of this, he’d send the borla strand
To raze your village, slaying all who dwell
In thy precious, little Huamachuco,
& kill ten thousand people roundabout
& slaughter all the sheeps, sow fields with salt
Fell every tree, demolish every home
Do you want such destruction on your hands
Because of this thing who dines with White Ones
Go, begone vile slug-ling LEAVE THIS PLACE NOW

Evil yunga dog

Exact such a punishment that noknowlegde would remain of him his lineage & his nation

Haste yourself away
We’ll make amends on a friendlier day
& take care of your smile
A splash of sunlight flashing fertile

I’ll wait for your signal, sing a sweet song
Deep in the forest & I’ll come to you

I beg thee, Inkasisa, breath no word
To anyone – he came uninvited –
T’would be you who slew my native country

If I see him here again, I will tell

Exit Queen Inkasisa

Scene 17: The Royal apartments, Caxamalca

It is meal time / Atahualpa is being served by his wives & is eating from their hands – enter QuizQuiz

Your majesty, a cacique has arrived
From Huamachuco, baring bags of gold
Are you ready to receive him

I am

Inkasisa licks Atahualpa’s hand clean – QuizQuiz brings in Huamanchoro & a porter who is carrying a bag of gold

Chief Huamanchoro of Huamachuco

Huamanchoro takes the bag, places it on his own back, takes it to Atahualpa’s stool then showers the gold at his feet / Huamanchoro then raises his hands to the air & is weeping

In the presence of my only master
I Heaven thank, for blessed is the sight
These tears I shed are fill’d with liquid joys
I love you, Atahualpa, adorate
{Huamanchoro kisses the hands & feet of Atahualpa who says nothing in response}
I trust my daughter has been good for you
To me she was a princess, thus a queen
She would have made quite naturally, sire
{Atahualpa is still silent, but looks around for Cuxamiray with his eyes noticing she was not there}
As I told the general we shall rise
As one arm’d mass, White Ones to terminate
When reveng’d upon the whole pack of them
The Inca shall resume their sacred rule

Enter Don Pizarro, Felipe, De Soto & Gonzola

Don Pizarro
What did he say

I did not hear it sir

Don Pizarro
You two can leave

Dimisses QuizQuiz & Huamanchoro

Don Pizarro
I heard they’d brought you gold
Is this it

Yes, some

Don Pizarro
You speak Spanish now

A little – but I am learning quickly

Don Pizarro
This is just not enough, you waste our time
Two months have pass’d, we still can see the floor
Within the chamber you promis’d to fill

& each new day brings tidings of armies
Advancing swiftly on Caxamalca

Atahualpa asks Felipe to translate – he responds in Spanish

These men bring gold

They might be bringing war

Don Pizarro
This hoard of gold might be a fake façade
Delaying time for to collect a force
In order to attack us – what says he

He says you are wrong to be suspicious

Don Pizarro
Restless when unfulfill’d promises drawl
I’ll be as agitated as I like
Will you remind our captive who’s in charge

He says that you should satisfy yourselves
On whether the promise can be fulfilled
Or not, a month of little consequence
If still you’ll get your gold…. He also adds
The chief place where his treasures are obtain’d
Is Cuzco, long hard journey on bad roads,
When all is carried on a breaking back,
So many precious objects; vessels, pots
& golden plates pried from the polish’d wals
Of Qurikancha Temple of the Sun

Don Pizarro
Tell him whatever the circumstances
Time is always finite

Don Pizarro
I am here, my wives are here, why would I
Risk a rescue, or dare to displease you

Don Pizarro
Well, just in case, your brother’s coming here

My brother

Don Pizarro
I want you both together
As my prisoners, to ensure the peace

De Soto
He might a fine facilitator prove
In gathering the gold of the Inca
Another month trapp’d in Caxamalca
& we might lose our minds, the days grow drear
Caught by your promise, on a dull hook hung

My brother has no power

But he might
We are the masters of your country now
Drive its delegatory rivulets
Let us decide its rightful succession
Whoever conjures finest carat gold
In greatest quantities shall be the king

Don Pizarro
Gonzola, quit your idle surmising
Ignore him Atahualpa, but know this
Your brother comes to Caxamalca soon

& when he does your sentiments might change
We’ve heard he’s buried all your father’s wealth
Loaded upon the backs of many men
& slit their throats to keep the caskets safe
But all these treasures ten to fifteen days
Away from Caxamalca at the most

Enter Don Diego & Don Alverado

I like dance, I like girls, I like romance, I like pearls
I like money, I like dogs, I like fires with logs

Because Don Diego de Almagro is my name

I like music, I like slaves, I like weapons, I like waves
I like silver, I like songs, I like righters of wrongs

Because Don Diego de Almagro
El Adelantado and El Viejo, are my names

I like goblets, I like gold, I like furniture fine & old
I like islands I like wine, I like sunshine all of the time

Don’t wear it out now, don’t wear it out now
Don’t wear it out now, don’t wear it out

During the song Atahualpa has a discussion with one of his captains, who leaves

Don Pizarro
Don Diego

Don Diego
Is my name

Don Pizarro
Welcome friend,
To Caxamalca, & look who it is
Don Alverado – have you changed your mind?

Don Alverado
We’ve all heard about the Incan riches
Is that gold, & this, & that, is that gold

Don Pizarro
It is

Don Alverado
At once this sight extinguishes
My life’s vexatious experiences

Don Diego
And the rest

Don Pizarro
We shall discuss that later
Atahualpa, this is Don Almagro
Come hither lately from our seaboard camp
With him march men, the first of many more
Who come to stabilize our conquest here

Don Diego
With a little a web as this, have we
Really snar’d the noble Atahualpa
Whose ferociousness is now frothy-mouth’d
Reduc’d to draining treasures from his realm
In order to only remain alive

It is him

Don Diego
& that chain around your own noble neck
I’ve never seen a finer worksmanship

Don Alverado
His promis’d opimaspoil, where is it

Don Pizarro
In-creeping slowly, there is much to come

Don Diego
With such a great prisoner in our grip
We ought to drive this bargain that will turn
Our penury to opulence, & send
Us home rich merchant princes

Don Pizarro
Not so fast
Cabalerros, I have far nobler aims
Than storing up on gold – I did not put
My hand to this adventure in the hope
Of soul-less wealth divorc’d from sov’riegnty
Tho empire’s aim is mine, you’ll have your gold

Don Diego
Gold is the chosen manna of the gods

Don Pizarro
Enough of money, you must be hungry

Don Diego
I am more than well, my men, however,
Are famish’d, many leagues this week we’ve march’d

Don Pizarro
Then they shall eat a handsome feast tonight
Let’s spread the joys of victory among
Our gang of happy comrades, let us talk
Of empire, & to toast the health of Spain

Don Alverado
There was a battle yes

De Soto
One of sorts
Our victory a sign spectacular
That Christians destin’d to rule the world

Exit Don Pizarro, Captain de Soto Don Diego & Don Alverado with Felipe following

Your Spanish is improving all the time

It is a good language, as you are man
But who is he who the Governor loves

He is Don Diego de Almagro

He has an evil heart, I trust him not

You are fine, Don Pizarro respects you
Tho’ I expect his patience might run out
If your golden promise fades unfulfill’d

It shall be so, I’ll fill that room with gold

As you have told us many times, but time
Will only solve that quandary, lets play
A little chess, I have a set with me


Chess… it is a very ancyent game
This is call’d a board, like a battlefield
The winner of the game will master it
& these its pieces, soldiers every one
The Queen, the Bishop, Knight, Rook & the King…

SCENE 18: A Country Road

In the Juaja district, Huascar is marching along a road in captivity / enter hammocks carrying QuizQuiz & Chalochima, drawn by two runners after a long relay

Huascar, we have come from your brother

I know that look, those are the eyes of death
That sheep see last as shepherds drop the veil
Who’d thought them safe, protected from jackals
When all along they were meant for the pot
I knew when first you nail’d me to these chains
I’d never live to see them unshackl’d
The White Ones gave me hope, but in my heart
I knew that Atahuallpa would decide
If I’m to live or die… the latter, yes?

Yes, Huascar, you are to die today

Hah! At the hands of one of my subjects?

Atahualpa orders it

So be it
But to behead me like some common slave
A craven death & unbefitting most
Asphyxiation is the only way
But strangulation’s a criminal’s death
& drowning has a glow of the divine
Thus I, being a deity of sorts,
Deserve a bloodless passing such as that

You wish to die by drowning

I do, yes

We have orders to end thy life at once
There is a river there

Then let us go

Huascar looks around at nature as he’s led to the river bank

O what a wonder is this world of ours
& all of it was mine until the hour
I fell, forgotten by my higher gods
Abandon’d to lonely enormity

Will you step within the waters

I will

Walk slowly in, where we shall hold you fast,
Immers’d until your lungs can draw no air

Then that shall be the death of me, will I
Be buried with my treasures & best wife

That is for Atahuallpa to decide
Your highness, it is time,

When you return
Unto my brother, making a report,
Tell him only this – the White One’s justice
Compels all men to die who take a life
& when his moment comes, remember this
Huascar consents to retribution
For I am my brother’s natural lord
& yet my death he orders, Heaven knows
The brazen illegality of this

Will you step inside yourself, or be forc’d

When I return to life I’ll find you both
& slay you in as many ways as known
& hunt down all your family & friends

QuizQuiz gestures to his men to force Huascar into the water, where he is drowned

19: The Forest

Cuxamiray is playing the flauta & singing Yma Sumac’s Chuncho (the Forest Creatures) – at the end of the song Felipe arrives & they embrace without words

(ATA) : Scenes 20-23

20: Caxamalca

Don Diego is in his rooms – he is reading by a fire – there is a knock on the door

Don Diego
Come in

Enter Felipe

Don Diego
Ah Felipe, thank you for coming

Don Diego

Don Diego
I trust you are happy
Among the Conquistadors

Yes, sir

Don Diego
Please take a seat… would you like some wine


Don Diego
So, to business, I hear you are in love


Don Diego
Love, with one of Atahualpa’s queens

How did you, how did you know

Don Diego
I have eyes
& had you follow’d on one of your trysts
But do not panic, boy, your secret’s safe
But there is one thing I’d like you to do

My mind is clear therefore my words are few

Don Diego
The situation is rather simple
While Atahualpa lives all of his gold
Bethroth’d only for ransom, none of which
Am I entitl’d to not being here
W,hen was that promise made, if he were dead
However, then equally divided
Would the treasures be, &, if he were dead,
His wives would not be married anymore

You want me to murder Atahualpa

Don Diego
Of course not, Don Pizarro is no fool
He would suspect & seize the gold in lieu
No, it must be done within the bounds of law

I do not understand

Don Diego
Listen to me
You must tell Don Pizarro you have heard
Atahualpa plotting with his men
That he is treacherously deceitful
Sends stealth-orders out to his native land
& all his other provinces to raise
An army large enough to kill us all
That now approaches daily, at its head
Ruminagui, his greatest captain, aims
For Caxamalca, & arriving soon
& swear upon the Bible all you say

The book, you want me to swear on the book

Don Diego
In this case, he is a pagan king
Refusing still the Savior as his Lord
He is beyond redemption & to Hell
We’ll send him

I – I

Don Diego
Think of your lover
With Atahualpa gone she shall be yours

I shall do it

Don Diego
Good boy, good boy, more wine

No – that was enough, thank you, I shall go

Don Diego
I suggest create the illusion of an army
Light some fires, trample, grasses,
All convincing needs …

As soon as Atahualpa has been slain
You’ll never have to sneak around again

Exit Felipe – Don Diego pours himself another drink

Don Diego
My dear, dear friend, my dear Don Pizarro
Why should you have first plucking of the fowl
I leave me a scanty set of feathers
I have not travel’d all this way from Spain
To watch other Spaniards grow wealthy – hah,
Too long has the prodigal course remain’d
Out of my hands, wealth unproliferate
{inspects gold}
But all is changing to a golden glut.

21: Caxamalca

Atahualpa’s apartments / he is playing chess with Hernando

What is this

It is call’d the coco plant
You chew & suck the leaf – it makes you sharp

Thank you – it is your move I do believe

I check you with my bishop

A fine move
& one as if you have conquer’d the game
A feat impossible in one short month
Nevertheless, as princes master men
They master games

& writing too, I love
The way words travel forth thro space & time

Spanish, also, you master this as well
In only three months, quite remarkable
When I return to Spain, as I will soon,
The Governor has order’d my return,
To take the King of Spain his legal share
Of your regal ransom & other gold
& when I am safely over ocean
I will send you a letter from my homes
Describing fertile Andalucía
& all the beauties of my perfect land

But I shall never read it

Why say that

It pains me you’re leaving Caxamalca
I sense the moment you are departed
The fat man, with the single pitch-black eye
Whose ugly stare rolls with disillusion,
Will slay me in the cause of Incan gold

You mean Don Diego de Almagro


But he is a good Christian man

He worships not your God but only gold
Speak of the Devil & the Devil comes

Enter a furious Don Pizarro with Don Diego

Don Pizarro
How sordid can a situation swing
I’ve kept you like a prince, but in your turn,
You treat me like a swine

What, me, I, I

Don Pizarro
Princes do not die accidental deaths
You’ve killed your brother to secure your throne
& furthermore armies are amassing
Approaching Caxamalca at your word

Brother, what is happening

Don Pizarro
This traitor
Is plotting our destruction

I object
I swear he is a good man

Don Diego
You’ve been fool’d
He’s hatched a scheme, worthy of the devil
Is that not so

What plot, no, not at all
His majesty, the emperor of Spain
Has treat me well, has promised me my lands
Why would I jeopardize security
& honour, on some plot, while imprison’d
It makes no sense

Don Pizarro
I share that sentiment
So sad when I took you as a brother
Heard your inviolable promises
Sacred, indisputable, & worthless
I have heard reports

What is reported?

Don Pizarro
Tell me of your captain, Ruminagui,

He is a fine warrior, cool of head
What of him

Don Diego
He marches with an army
On Caxamalca where he doth intend
The deaths of every Christian he sees
In order to release your royal spine
From this incarceration

If he does
Tis not at my command he cometh here

Don Pizarro
Independent Incas do not exist
They are your words that draws him to this place

Ha-ha! this is your Spanish mockery
That’s always making jokes at my expense
How could I & my people possibly
Cause anxiety to valiant men
You must be silly-talking, just as jest
My children in the jungle playing ball
If there was such an army drawing near
I would know every detail of the march
Such eyes & ears do Incan kings possess
Nobody will ever move in this land
Unless the word I’d given – look at me
A prisoner of the bearded White Ones
You have nothing to fear

Don Pizarro
But your escape

Don Diego
I think he should be kill’d

But why, he is sufficiently guarded
Only a fool would attempt a rescue

How do we know he is telling the truth

Don Diego

Your source for Rumanagui’s attack

Don Pizarro
We cannot waste time investigating
When balancing upon on a razor’s edge
& all this points to a singular choice
Being a bar to the permanent peace
Tho’ most noble, Atahualpa must die

Die! But why should I die?

Don Pizarro
It has to be
Pain & strife assembl’d are, while horror
Paves a pathway to us while you are living

Death thro’ false testimony is sinful
Thou shalt not bare false witness

Don Pizarro

But the town is defendable
Surely twould better be to wait & see
If Rumangui does truly approach us

Don Pizarro
& if he does our safety compromised
No, Athualpa has to die, & soon
When halls of morn from mists unfolded seen

I beg you, Don Pizarro, let me live

Don Pizarro
Enough – men put a chain around his neck
Tight-fasten’d so he utters no more lies
Captain De Soto gather in a host
& take with you a hundred horse, relay
To every part that Atahualpa’s slain
Such news might sting enough to end the cause
We should maintain a careful watch meanwhile
All thro’ the night our cavalry shall tour
The outer walls, patrolling the ramparts

De Soto
Yes sir, I shall tell all the men at once

But brother

Don Pizarro
This is no concern of yours
& besides, your horses are now ready

My horses
Don Pizarro
I have ended the terms of the ransom
All that we now possess have smelted down
To distribute among my warriors
According to their station & service
As does befit an army’s valiance
& you shall take the quinto to the king
Four boats approach San Miguel
To carry thee, via Panama, home
There’s one hundred thousand pesos of gold
& twenty thousand marks of silver pack’d
In saddlebags, with handsome figurines

You are painting me out of the picture

Don Pizarro
There is nobody else that I could trust
So, brother, say your farewells to the King
{to Atahualpa}
You have twenty minutes
{to his soldiers}
Make sure he comes

Exit Don Pizarro

I do not know what to say

Say nothing
You have been a very good friend to me
I wish all White Ones were noble as thee

Likewise, I wish all kings could share thy grace
Embrace me
{they embrace}
Farewell King Atahualpa

Exit Hernando – the soldiers chain Atahualpa

22: Caxamlaca

Don Pizarro’s apartments / Don Pizarro is at a desk with Valverde, Gonzola & Captain De Soto – Atahualpa is brought in

This court shall now convene, the prisoner
Shall now pronounce his name – tell us your name

I am Atahualpa

Don Pizarro
Where are you from


Don Pizarro
Your place of birth

Its call’d Caranqui

In the name of his majesty King Charles
These are the charges Spain brings against thee
Incest, idolatry, heinous plots
Against your Christian captors, & the
Murder of your brother, King Huascar

Don Pizarro
How do you plead


Don Pizarro
How do you plead


Don Pizarro
There is no need for pleading, all your sins
Shall be accounted for when put to death

Buy why want to kill me

Don Diego
Not want, but must
Trusting the ways of justice among us
In the name of his Divine Majesty
King Atahualpa here condemn’d to die

Die ! No ! No ! double my fetters & guards
& wait until you see there are no plots
To challenge thy authority absurd
For I am in your power, bound with chains,
If you think men come without permission,
You misunderstand the obedience
Commanded by my power in this land
If I do not wish it, no bird will fly,
& not a leaf will stay upon the trees

Whate’er you say this verdict shall not change
& flames shall be thy fate, to ash & bones
Your flesh reduced, you shall accepting
Jesus as Savior, the heretic dies
In agony, stake-tied, melting in flames
& there’s no afterlife for bodies burn’s
As is your freakish custom, Christians
However, do enjoy a swifter fate,
When if in Jesus’ name ye’ll be baptized
Death’s fire will be dows’d, how chooseth thee


You must call your fate this moment


You, you, you know its true
The Azrael wont come for you
& the Holy Ghost comes into view
when Jesus Christ in you renews
King of the Jews

Yes, you, you who are to blame
It’s not too late to cleanse your shame
If you don’t want Satan’s hated flame
Baptise yourself in Jesus name

Save your soul my son
Save your soul O special one

You, you, know what to do
The everlasting avenue
Of Christians shall pray for you’
our paradise on earth is due

King of the jews

Yes, you, you I do proclaim
Ever since the saviour to us came
We’ll never let Satan stake his claim
Baptise yourself in Jesus name

Save your soul my son
Save your soul O special one

So who shall it be, Jesus or Satan?


Don Pizarro
Fray Vincente de Valverde
Bring his soul’s sheep into our happy fold
Take him away, the execution tim’d
For two o clock, the sooner the better

Exit Atahualpa & Valverde

Don Francisco, I urge thee, change thy course
We are hierarchical in our bones
& regicide astonishingly wrong
I know the King of Spain will not approve
When executioners of low estate
Slaying a veritable Suleyman

Don Pizarro
‘Tis pity he must die, but die he must
I cannot keep him more my prisoner
The center of fermenting hopes
His life brings vigor to his warriors
His being dead all obstacles are gone
That bars our forward passage to the realm
If he were old then fain I’d let him live
But he is young & well, with strength endow’d
The only answer’s Atahualpa’s now
Condemn’d to death’s cruel necessity

Mercy, God’s first & final attribute
This would be the worst deed we’ve committed
In this entire empire of the Indies

Captain de Soto
Subjects & sovereigns are not the same
To kill him would be wrong, even a sin

Don Pizarro
Enough, it is decided, no more talk
I love you brother but now you must leave
But be pregnant in your preparation
At two o’clock the King of Inca dies

23 : Caxamalca main square

Atahualpa is brought out & tied to a stake – De Valverde comes with a bible

The Bible tells us we are God’s children
& belong in the Kingdom of Heaven
May your Holy Spirit surround us, Lord
& welcome this new child into thy church
So your son may dwell in his heart though faith
& the grace of Jesus Christ throughout him flow
Being rooted and establish’d in love,
Fill’d with the measure & fullness of God
By the authority vested in me
In the name of the Father & the Son
& the Holy Ghost, I baptize thee Paul
As was the name of the first apostle
Paul, do you acknowledge God’s love this day
Already works within thee

Yes I do

Then, as Jesus took children in his arms
& bless’d them, so now we ask God’s blessing
Heavenly Father, we praise this child’s birth
Surround him with your blessings, so he’ll know
Your love, & know your goodness all his days,
As are your faultless ways Amen


Enter Felipe & Cuxamiray hand-in-hand / straw thrown over Atahualpa & lit / he is garrotted

So end the days of a man so cruel

Enter Pedro with Ciquinchara


Don Pizarro
What is it
{They speak in silence / Don Pizarro points to Felipe}
Arrest that man

What is this

Don Pizarro
Now you’ll share your Inca’s fate
While you are now censur’d to share his fate
I know, Felippilo, what you have done

Done, what do you mean

Don Pizarro
You betray’d your king
Told disgusting lies of phantom armies
Sent Indians to trample grass & build
Camp-fires of deceptive regiments,
All for to make Queen Cuxamiray yours

It is not true

Don Diego
Yes, it is, I recall
Hearing something with that gist from his mouth
Now it all makes sense

Don Pizarro
Never traitors trust
Take him away, tear his body apart
With horses roped to every limb

Wait, no!

Let Felipillo forever
Be the name of a traitor in Peru

Cuxamiray wails

Don Diego
& now, if there are no more Incan kings
There can’t be any queens, she’s lost her rank
Do what you will with her, please shut her up

Conquistador 1
Who’s the first lads

Conquistador 2
Allow me

Conquistador 3
Hold her down

Cuxamiray is raped while Atahualpa is taken down from the stake by Valverde / Atahualpa’s grieving wives hang themselves



March 1979: Joy Division are concluding their set at Bowdon Vale Youth Club, Altrincham. There are kids as young as ten in the crowd. The final notes of Love Will Tear Us Apart are met with rapturous applause. The crowd begins to disperse.

John Squire
That was amazing

Ian Brown
Certainly was, John,
From doldrum, slingshot starlight to inspire

John Squire
That was cosmically quaternary
With bass, guitar, vocals – from now I know
A better drummer makes a better band

Ian Brown
I felt that too, John, felt the perfect beat
Of punkish rush, with motown’s pounding sound
Enmix’d, beneath melodious menage

John Squire
Hey, Ian

Ian Brown
Yeah mate

John Squire
We should form a band
Then one day write some proper beltin tracks

Ian Brown
Well, we’d best get started then, lets heave home

Exit John & Ian / Paul Ryder approaches Peter Hook as he’s packing away his bass

Paul Ryder
‘Ere mate, that was proper buzzin’ that was

Peter Hook
Cheers kid, have this

Paul Ryder
What is it

Peter Hook
My plectrum

Paul Ryder
I’m thinkin’ about playing bass like you

Peter Hook
The glue that keeps the golden groove, my boy,
Binding a band’s togetherness, bassline
Reigns supreme – feel them in your heart, ears, guts
Emitting clear omnipotence thro songs

Paul Ryder

Peter Hook
& kid, good luck, go play

Paul Ryder
I will

Exit Peter Hook / enter Shaun Ryder

Shaun Ryder
Oi Paul,
C’mon, we’re skinnin’ up in bogs, yer comin’

Paul Ryder
Yeah… Shaun

Shaun Ryder

Paul Ryder
Lets put a band together

Shaun Ryder
Why not, gotta be smarter than robbin’
But come on, before they cane all the draw

Exit Paul & Shaun / enter Bez

As like some VHS or Betamax
Rewinding with a whirr back to the start
Before the next retelling of the tale
As tangl’d plotlines of this conchord root
I’ll say my little prologue, with an eye
& great events to come, I’ve lived them once
What amazing congregations await
Like here, full energiz’d, a magic host,
The best bands need to feed upon best crowds
When playing loud & live they’ll thrive on love
As in the groove communion each plays
Their part in summoning the Spirit Dance;
One Heart, One Vibe, One Music & one wild
Emergence of delight within One Soul –
& so it was in Manchester when song
Erupted in caverns, dance halls & clubs,
Like Bowdon Vale Youth Club, seventy-nine
& I was there with half of Altrincham
Grammar, with a few other kids from town,
Like the brothers Ryder, fates’ yet parted
From my own, tho’ destiny intends
Colliding worlds, by Trojan gods chosen
To represent, to fashion, to parade
Iconoclastic psionitic songs
In all the vibrant glory of our youths –
We were young when sonic seeds were planted,
A little older when first shoots appear’d
From all the earthy firmaments of fate,
& then we bloom’d, when music rul’d our town,
Us in our twenties, drifting on a dream
Of talents as them tapp’d, that would become
The miracle of Madchester in time.

Exit Bez


The Factory Office. 1980. The wake of Ian Curtis. Peter Hook, Stephen Morris, Bernard Sumner (New Order), Debbie Curtis, Martin Hannet, Tony Wilson & Rob Gretton are watching the Sex Pistols in silence

Rob Gretton
Its fucking shit, this, this is fucking shit

Stephen Morris
I know, mate, what a selfish idiot

Tony Wilson
Hang on, let not such harsh words taint the day
& change our best remembrances of him
Who brought the fruits of beauty to the fair
Where all was dull & dusty, creaking rigs
Of iron-bolted Victoriana
Reduced to slums midst chimneys without looms,
Whose urban decay, alienation,
Was filling with our music, with our songs
When semi-sensory deprivation
Of landscapes over-ran by disposses’d
Became an optimistic paradise
Where Ian Curtis, prophet midst the bins,
The Che Guevera of post-punk became

Bernard Sumner
Our songs? Our music? This dismal affair
Them rendersd wastrel, mute, & meaningless,

Martin Hannet
Or not, perhaps them given meaning now
Two masterworks about to be releas’d
The brutal bloom of Love Tears Us Apart
& Closer, black bouquet, from whence I pluck’d

The strangest blooms of post-punk paragons

Stephen Morris
O what a massive album that shall be
I have revolv’d it constantly since, since…

Bernard Sumner
Ian died… me too

Rob Gretton
& me

Peter Hook
As I
But almost too unbearable to hear
I’ve for the first time listen’d to the words
Transcribing every lyric, Oh My God
‘Tis but a manifesto of his death
A warning of his suicide to come

Rob Gretton
I the same – bloody hell – he was a bit
Why didn’t anyone say anything

Tony Wilson
We understimated the dangers
& acted stupid in our flippancy

Bernard Sumner
We did weather his terminal illness,
With all the inexperience of youth
Whose innocence has died the day he died

Debbie Curtis
The blueprint given to me directly
I was his wife & saw his inner thoughts
Upon the moors given air & body
As we went walking in our closest days
He did not want to live yon twenty-five
But this was rooted in a teenage angst
From which all grow, I thought he’d done the same
An elevated spirit to the world
& all his gross morosity enjoy’d
Soul wallowing like hippopotami
In all the moody mudflats of his mind
& all he wanted was wordsmitherie
To novels sculpt, let lyrics fount & flow

Bernard Sumner
I do not think I’ll ever find the strength
To cope with Ian’s death, verve of my life
Removed forever, & I will never
Ever forget him, or be able to
For just as friends he meant so much to me,
Regardless of the group, but when that mixed
Into our two-fold destiny, the shock
Of such a gross departure leaves me scarr’d

Stephen Morris
So much have we achiev’d, & yet so young,
& just about to step onto the plane
That leads to glory & America
To tour the states a dream of ours for years
& he’s just burst it with a bastard noose

Peter Hook
The fun of life hath lifted with a flash
Flow, flow, ye ripples of grief, over ponds,
Streams & rivers, harbours, estuaries, seas
& join the oceans of unspoken tears

Debbie Curtis
I think its callous, my heart’s frozen cold,
How can you do this to the ones you love
You’ve go to put them first, your family
Your friends,

Peter Hook
His vision of the future was too bleak
& he was very ill

Tony Wilson
What’s done is done,
As dust-drawn stars one day return to dust
His time had come, to some before his time,
To him, who knows, the cyclone of his mind
Dragg’d rages thro’ his latter days of life

Bernard Sumner
He was anguish’d, frustrated & depress’d
Events were slipping out of his control
When labouring under the heavy weight
Of illness, stardom, & America
Of leaving Debbie but sharing a child
& loving someone she could not call mum
Were nothing but the final troublesparks
Which lit the fusewire of the fragile box
Which kept hyenas from the rape of dreams
He said as much to me one drunken night
A week before he slic’d his slender bark
Right off the great tree Yggdrasil

Tony Wilson
That last
Time we ever spoke still haunts me madly
Down Birmingham, now Joy Division’s tomb,
I prais’d his use of archaic phrases
All thro a conversation very deep
Then on the day before he went & died
I was driving down thro Piccadilly
& saw him in the streets just after dawn
He clearly had been wandering all night
With Annik rolling off him happywise,
Who saw him homeward with a clinch of love
Then I & he did catch the self-same train
But sat in sep’rate carriages apart
Til he got off at Macclesfield & I
Went on to London, to lifelong regret
I should have sat beside him to confine
All thoughts of suicide…

Debbie Curtis
Tony… Tony

Tony Wilson
Sorry, what

Debbie Curtis
There’s nothing you could have done

Rob Gretton
Its time we form’d a funerary toast
To Ian


Peter Hook
He was a great friend
Stage-shaman, singer & a bloke superb
Good luck mate, let your spirit wings unfurl
& fly thee t’where the fuck your soul belongs

Stephen Morris
So what about the band… is that too fresh

Martin Hannet

The music never dies, lads, only fades

But always comes back burning on a wheel

Bernard Sumner
Well, we had rehearsals book’d, didn’t we
Anybody cancel

Rob Gretton

Peter Hook
Not me

Stephen Morris

Rob Gretton
Well fuck it, then, lets just carry on lads

Stephen Morris
So, I’ll see you all on Monday shall I

Bernard Sumner
It’ll be a fuckin blue one like, but
I’ll be there

Peter Hook
Me too

Stephen Morris
Well see you’s Monday
I’m off

Tony Wilson
See ya mate

Debbie Curtis
Tara chuck

Bernard Sumner

Exit Stephen

Martin Hannet
Who wants another beer then

Peter Hook
Aye go on

Tony Wilson
I’ll have a can of guiness instead

Silence descends – Martin goes to the fridge for some beers / passes them out / they carry on watching the show


1981 – Mark, Paul, Shaun & Gaz Whelan are in a Salford community centre preparing to practice – Derek Ryder is setting up their equipment

Derek Ryder
Happy Mondays ! What kinda name is that

Mark Day
Its terrible innit Derek

Derek Ryder
Tis that

Paul Ryder
Nah, dad, its cool, its so bad its cheesy
We Scallys aren’t supposed to be happy

Shaun Ryder
Unless we’re on summat

Paul Ryder
Exactly Shaun
Especially not on fuckin Mondays
Its kind of opposite of what we’re like
Its a shit name but that’s the point right there
If it jars with us

Shaun Ryder
It certainly does
Then that is the critical quintessence
Of what we’re all about

Gaz Whelan
Where dya get them?

Derek Ryder
What, these mike stands

Gaz Whelan
Aye them

Derek Ryder
I cut a little deal with Al Capone

Mark Day
Did you pay for ‘em

Derek Ryder
Course I bloody dint
I walk’d inside the Tattersall Rd Club
A week last Wednesday, well these two babies
Were lying about, no-one put em away
So I’m like, the club must not want them then

Shaun Ryder
They’re better off with us dad, yeah

Paul Ryder
So dad,
Ya done yet?

Derek Ryder
Aye, its all working proper
Give yer instruments a nudge, check the sound

Mark Day
Has anybody seen mi red plectum

Shaun Ryder
Up yer fucking rectum – hey, its good that
I bet its sounding banging in a song
I found a plectrum up yer rectu-um

Derek Ryder
{passing a packet of plectrums}
Here, use one these

The band make a few noises & adjustments

Paul Ryder
Well, dad, it all seems to be working fine
So… ya can leave us to it now

Derek Ryder
You what

Shaun Ryder
He means you can fuck off dad

Derek Ryder
Not a chance
All of this is my fucking equipment,
I paid for this room

Paul Ryder
But it’s a shit hole

Derek Ryder
Never mind, I still fuckin paid for it

Shaun Ryder
But when you making proper buzzing tunes
Astride the astral rainbows of music
Willowing hither, willowing thither
Who the fuck wants their dad on the carpet?

Derek Ryder
I’m staying, get over it, now come on
Play a tune or summat, at six o clock
The Don & Dominoes are coming in

Mark Day
What shall we play

Gaz Whelan
Lets warm up with a jam

Paul Ryder
Nah, remember that one we did last time
Lets kick off with it, I’ve written some riffs
Over the rough recording, dad press play

Mark Day
Which one was it, I can’t remember mate?

Paul Ryder
That narcoleptic ditty call’d the Egg,
Some marshmellow procession thro the Blues
You forg’d a snatch or two of lyrics, Shaun
That herein are transcrib’d

Paul passes Shaun a lyric sheet

Shaun Ryder
Nice one our kid

Paul Ryder
We should start off all proper spacey
I’ve been listening to Donavon’s new
Neutronica, & its opening track
Has such a splendid jamboree of sounds
Over a galloping beat, lets do that

Derek Ryder
Fucking Donavon

Paul Ryder
Not that folky shit
He’s entering the eighties all space age

Gaz Whelan
Well, lets do it then, ready 1-2-3-4

They play The Egg

Derek Ryder
That was good that

Gaz Whelan
Shaun, you got any draw

Shaun Ryder
Yeah I do, but Gazza that reminds me
Mate, if I’m out about & selling drugs
Can ya stop shouting, ‘Shaun, got any speed
Got any weed,’

Gaz Whelan
What shall I call ya then

Shaun Ryder
I’ve been thinking – you can call me X

Gaz Whelan
You’re not some fucking secret agent, mate

Paul Ryder
Hes quite a clandestine cunt is our kid
Sneaky as fuck, the name has fram’d his jib
So, everyone should have a nickname then
A band’s a band, we do things together
I wanna be Horse, Paul Ryder, horse rider
& what about Mark, Mark Day, the Sunray

Shaun Ryder
Nah, he looks like a cow, so he’s Cowhead
Especially with his big dopey voice
Spouting off sanity in bore-o-tone

Mark Day
Somebody has to be the sane one lads

Paul Ryder
Well… define sanity

Mark Day
A pension plan
Rock n rollin’ is not a proper job

Shaun Ryder
Precisely, pal, if I was ever forced
To face, confront, reality, I would
End it there & then, despond into death
Spurning labour’s stagnant drudgeries
I’d rather paint wings on a butterfly
Than timewaste chasing money for to burn
Time yet more on material bullshit

Gaz Whelan
What about me

Mark Day
Well, you’re Pepe le Pew
Always farting when you walk in a room
Leg-cocking, leaving scent-traps everywhere

Paul Ryder
Stinking the fucking place out, that’s us then
We’re Horse, X, Cowhead & Pepe le Pew
The matchless, magic Happy Mondays crew

Paul Davis walks in with a bass

Derek Ryder
Alright mate, can we help ya

Paul Davis
Yeah you can
I want to be in your band

Paul Ryder
In our band

Paul Davis
Yeah, Gaz Whelan’s in it & he’s a dick

Gaz Whelan
Alright Paul

Paul Davis
Alright Gaz

Gaz Whelan
You found it then

Paul Davis
I bought a bass this morning, boys, its blue

Paul Ryder
We don’t need a bass – I’m the bass player

Paul Davis
But I’ll be fuckin’ better – when I learn

Mark Day
You what? you don’t even know how to play

Paul Davis
Not yet

Derek Ryder
What about keyboards, you play them

Paul Davis
Keyboards, yeah, of course I can play keyboards
They’re proper easy

Shaun Ryder
Dad what ya saying

Derek Ryder
You need a bit of extra in the sound
A little top might be the cherry slice
That does complete your sensory sound

Mark Day
Can you really play the keyboards

Paul Davis
A bit
Whats a bit, like a bit, or not really

Paul Davis
Somewhere in between – but I’ve got rhythm

Paul Ryder
Nah, you’ve got a mental disorder mate

Have you even got a keyboard

Paul Davis
Not yet
Look, let me take this bass back to the shop
& I’ll return on a flash of lightning
With a nice shiny keyboard, by the way
My name’s Paul Davis, Gaz calls me PD

Exit Paul Davis

Shaun Ryder
What the fuck was that

Gaz Whelan
That’s PD, a repropbate, my best mate

Paul Ryder
He’ll need a nickname

Shaun Ryder
How about ‘Knobhead’

Mark Day
That seems about right
He’s an absolute plum

Shaun Ryder
He seems quite mad
But none of us are exactly balanced
Upright individuals, he’ll slot in
This life of struggle offers chances few
So who are we then others to deny
A shot at something special in our lives

Gaz Whelan
So X have you got any draw, or what?

Shaun Ryder
Good idea, lets take a break, skin up

Derek Ryder
But you lot’ve only play’d one fucking song!

(Mad): Scenes 4-6


March 1981: Tony Wilson is showing New Order around the Marine Center on Whitworth Street – with them are Mike Pickering & Rob Gretton

Tony Wilson
Welcome to the proto-Hacienda,
The Ur-Hamlet, lets say, or the Hobbit,
This space, this place, shall be own demense
For we deserve a place to socialize
As does this fabulous city of ours
If Manchester has made us, let us gift
A present back to goodly Manchester,
Look at the fuckin’ Beatles, working class
Scouse lads shifted lock-stock to Saville Row
Factory the sacred antithesis
Of such turncoat disloyalty to roots

Rob Gretton
Besides, I cannot DJ anywhere
In Manchester, obviously
Jealous of my talents, but I will need
Somewhere to play my music for the birds

Tony Wilson
Remov’d from smoky, scampi-in-basket
Scarlet-lampshade nightclubs, dress code wanky,
Rotters & Oscars, brown bottle, old school,
Table-cloths, Jilly’s lagerlout ethics,
These are the nineteen eighties, sweeping change
Has blown away the empires of nations
So why not modes of late night dance & drink

Peter Hook
I understand, we’ve partied in New York
Confestively on another level

Tony Wilson
You were the city’s deputations there

Stephen Morris
O! what a whirl of wonder & lightning
Eden, Danceteria, & Tier 3
From steamy, low end sweatshops painted black
To Ritz’s full of art installations,
Bacchanalia was all we desired

Rob Gretton
Ne’er should an artist understimate
The influence of early adventures
Without Childe Harold would Byron be great
Without New York would we be standing here

Peter Hook
Some devote their lives to trees, some deserts,
Others to booming music in the dark,
I’m well up for a nightclub to call home
A place for strepic pleasures to uphold
It should be a parable of the present
A polythemic congress of the faiths,
Electro, disco, funk, punk, cocktail bars,
& party alcoves, creativity
Focuss’d, for buildings create synergy

Tony Wilson
Yes, buildings alter ways that people think
I mean, just look at Renaissance Florence

Bernard Sumner
Yeah, but, this isn’t Renaissance Florence
This is Dark Age Manchester, in the rain
A New York disco to this city moved
A senseless act based on a sceneless base

Stephen Morris checks the acoustics with a loud shout

Rob Gretton
Bloody hell fire

Stephen Morris
The acoustics are superb
The rest is an obstacle shambolic
But potentially fucking brilliant
As things mutate their being is improved
The natural selection of a space
It just needs the right vibes to set it off

Tony Wilson
For those ascending Mount Improbables
Claiming crown summits doubles the glory,
But think about it, the location’s great
The living rooms of Hulme just down the road
Will pack it to the rafters if they know
A night of decent music’s half a mile,
Ten minutes til they step inside
A temple for this next generation
Of kids untouch’d by rockist snobbery

Rob Gretton
Think of it less of an old-fashion’d disco
But more of a community service
Where people can trade off inspiration
When hearing fresh ideas every day
This city’s splinter’d scenes shall coalesce
& disliquate to a single gospel

Mike Pickering
What did you say it was gonna be call’d

Rob Gretton
The Hacienda

Bernard Sumner
Bit Mexican like

Peter Hook
Yeah, why, why that

Tony Wilson
I was reading a book
Call’d ‘Leaving the Twentieth century,’
Limited edition, seventy-four,
Situationist International,
Where Franco-Russian Ivan Chtcheglov
Wrote, wait, I have a photocopy here;

And you, forgotten, your memories ravaged by all consternations of two hemispheres, stranded in the Red Cellars of Pali-Kao, wiithour music & without geography, no longer setting out for the hacienda where the roots think of the child & where the wine is finished off with fables from an old almanac. That’s all over. You’ll never see the hacienda. It doesn’t exist. The hacienda must be built

Rob Gretton
The Hacienda must be built… boys, BOYS!

Peter Hook
Well lets fucking build the fucker then!

Stephen Morris
We’re gonna have our own friggin’ nightclub
These coming brisk & giddy-footed times
Shall invocate the ghosts of dance-floors past
In polychromic fashions yet undar’d

Peter Hook

Then let this dull, grey city yield to light!

Rob Gretton
The light of nights of music, here shall be
A mortar & brick manifestation
Of New Order, of Factory artwork
You can literally walk right into
Forum to fall in love, to dance, to slump,
Perform, work, plan, & just like now, to dream

Mike Pickering
So as your future booker of the bands
Where the hell ya gonna put the stage

Rob Gretton
At the end obvioulsy

Tony Wilson
No, no, no
We haven’t discuss’d that yet properly
But let the dais prosper centralized
This is fundamentally a disco
Not a space for performers & egos
The club shall be the master, not the flesh

Enter Martin Hannet

Martin Hannet
Oi wankers, you pile of pretentious cunts

Tony Wilson
Martin, so glad you could make it today

Martin Hannet
Let me interject here for a moment
I quit

Tony Wilson

Martin Hannet
You should be spending money
On top of the range production equipment
Make records sound the best that they can be
Not spunking it all up against a wall
Especially these shite, recreant walls,
Nah – you’re never gonna see me again
I’m far too good for you, for Factory
For failing, as this venture surely shall

Exit Martin

Bernard Sumner
Well, that didn’t go well, did it Tony

Tony Wilson
He’ll be back, that’s a tamazi tantrum

Stephen Morris
How much is it going to cost us Tony

Peter Hook
& who’s gonna run it

Bernard Sumner
Logistics, lads

Rob Gretton
Well, the plan is we’re going to let it loose
Rather than just run it

Tony Wilson
Seventy grand
Half from Factory, half from New Order

Stephen Morris
Thirty-five grand, but the band only draws
Twenty quid a week each, that sounds crazy

Tony Wilson
We’ll use the profits from Unknown Pleasures

Bernard Sumner
We will, will we?

Peter Hook
At the end of the day
We are still gonna get paid our wages
& we’re gonna have a nightclub to do
Whatever we want, whenever we please
Reciprocally splendid arrangement
Argumentative ingenuity
Prevails thee yet again, Tony
There might be a million ways to die
But there is only one way we should live
No-one changed the world by being normal,
Life’s remit is to leave a legacy
Suggesting greatness to posterity
For us, it seems, our destiny shall be
The most avant-garde club in the whole world

Tony Wilson
That’s the matter, I cannot help but think
Our spirits once they obtain their conquests
Retain them forever, that from the heights
They’ve rais’d themselves, unable then to fall
For us the Hacienda is that height
Hoch soll sie leben

Rob Gretton

Tony Wilson
Long may she live

The lads make gratuitous cheers in celebration

Scene 5

1983: Ian Brown’s flat, Hulme – it is his girlfriend, Michelle’s 21st birthday party — Ian is talking Gluebag Glen / Enter Jodie & Geno Washington


Ian Brown
Hey Jodie, who’s this

Geno Washington
I’m Geno,
Geno Washington

Ian Brown
Never heard of you

Geno Washington
I’m from outta town, been playing a gig
In your town, its kinda cool, Manchester

Ian Brown
Then welcome to my home’s humility
But what fatequirk hath shone thy light on Hulme

Geno Washington
I was playing that gig at the uni
& was signing some autographs out back
When this one told me about your party
& its hard to say no to girls like Jodie

Ian Brown
Sweet, brother, sweet, you wanna drink?

Geno Washington
Or anything, I don’t really mind

Ian Brown

Geno Washington
Can I make a smoke, y’know, the good stuff

Gluebag Glen
How good?

Geno Washington
Its Jamaican

Ian Brown
Twos up

Geno Washington
Twos up?

He means can he follow you on the joint

Geno Washington
No problem, lets make this shit really great,
Put glide in our stride, & loot in our

Gluebag Glen
Fuck’s sake, Lucy’s just come in, big mistake
I’m outta here

Ian Brown
Gonna sort out them trips

Gluebag Glen
I’m on it

Exit Gluebag Glen / Enter Lucy & Donna

Ian, Ian Brown, its me


Lucy Davidson
Lucy Davidson from Altrincham

Ian Brown
O, its been a while

Sure, you’re all grown up
& looking good

Ian Brown

& your party’s ace
Thanks for having us

Where’s your Michelle then

Ian Brown
She’s always in the kitchen holding court

Nice one – best go & give her her present

Bye Ian

Ian Brown
Go & help yourself to drinks

Geno Washington
Those girls were sure into your style brother

They all are, all the girls like our Ian

Geno Washington
Looks like you’ve got lots of action going on

Ian Brown
Nah, man, I’m just hanging around, foolin
With my boys, listening to the music
I’ve never been a massive tail-chaser
& besides, wait til you meet my Michelle
A lovelier lass you will never meet
For her I’m like a loyal labrador

Geno Washington
Here, take this
{passes Ian the joint}

I’m off for a mingle boys

Geno Washington
Thanks for bringing me here, Jodie, real good
Got my mojo going and everything


Exit Jodie

Geno Washington
You oughtta be a pop star

Ian Brown

Geno Washington
You oughtta go into the pop business
Whenever girls go crazy in that way
I seen ‘em swarm oer you, I see a star

Ian Brown
No chance, mate

Geno Washington
Trust me, the boys dig you too

Ian Brown
But it’s our party & these are my friends
That’s why they like me, I’m the host

Geno Washington
You sing?

Ian Brown
Sing, not really, no, I don’t sing at all

Geno Washington
Do you write songs?

Ian Brown
Well, sort of,
I did form a band, once, with some schoolmates
& play’d the bass & forg’d the odd lyric
But we drifted adulthoodly apart
For everything dustdwindles in the end

Geno Washington
Unless that dust is stardust, son, listen
Ya gotta get the boys back together
Mark my words, the best thing you’ll ever do
Goddamn it, when you was back in your school
Did you write poetry, some shit like that?

Ian Brown

Geno Washington
Now, I’m being very serious
Composing poems leaves you but an inch
From writing songs, in the music business
That is where the pie is, you’ve got the looks,
You got the personality, & so
All you need to do’s to learn how to sing
& write your own songs, then cooking on gas,
Perform them from an ever-bigger stage.

Ian Brown
Really? You think so?

Geno Washington
I’m speaking the truth,
I’m aint bullshitting you boy, I see things
Sometimes, & tonight I see a shamen,
But you cannot see the secret yourself,
You don’t really know what you got going
You got the looks, the personality
People love you, you’re a goddamn magnet
All you gotta do is write more poems
Then etch those rhymes in music, make pure songs

Ian Brown
Yeah, I’ll look into it, I’ll look into it,

Geno Washington
Good, good, just listen to Uncle Geno
At the start you might sound shit, but hold this
Single thought inside – ‘I’m just warming up,’
The more you do the more you will improve,
You got it in your hand, man, go do this
Youre a star, go do the thing – as for me,
I’m off to find that stunning little Jodie

Ian Brown
{passing back the joint}
OK man, hey, you will be needing this

Exit Geno – Ian stands all alone in the centre of the party with a new sense of purpose

Scene 6

1983: The Hacienda, just before The Smiths come on stage – Lucy is in the crowd, as is Joe : they are dancing to DJ music / Joe sings to/at Lucy

SONG: Lyrical Fireflies

She’s a mystery
Like a troubl’d dream
Then she came up to me
& ask’d me what did I see
I said I’ve seen the sunrise
I said I’ve seen the sunset
Then she dropp’d to her knees
& ask’d me what did I mean
I said you are my firefly

She’s the song of God
We’ve been dreaming of
Then she mention’d the show
& said, ‘would I like to know
I really wanna see them play
I’ve heard they’ve blown the world away’
She pick’d me up by my hand
& with a tactile command
Ask’d us to dance like fireflies

When we listen to the song we are just
Whistling along to the lost messages among
Lyrical educators who entertain us

Now knowing what I’m knowing now
I’d rather be famous & sing to the ravers
I guess that she’s teaching me how

Here’s a song I wrote
So your dreams may float
I’m the best on the scene
& my melody’s green
Like the hills of Northern Thrace
As they soar thro stars & space
While the slide of the waves
Celebrates us in staves
& oer the surf flew fireflies
Oer silver foam flew fireflies
Over the surf flew fireflies

Wow, what’s your name

I’m Joe, nice to meet ya
We totally synchronized then, I stand
Genuflective to thy rampant beauty

A charmer – are you here to see the Smiths

The who?

They will be on in a minute
Honestly, I’ve heard some of their demos
You should stick around

Yeah, I like it here
This amphiktionic party temple
They’ve call’d the Hacienda’s super cool
So, what number are you

What do you men

On your membership card

Oh yeah, hang on
{getting out her yellow membership card}
I’m number five, seven, seven, zero

I’m in the four thousands me, I’m cooler

Fuck off


So, are you a student

How can you tell

Well, yer accent for one

I am Lucy, yeah, well spotted, & you?

I work in a record shop down Northwich

Finger on the pulse

Indeed, hence I’m here

I think I came a litle underdress’d
Its absolutely baltic in my coat

No hypercaustic floor to keep us warm
But sacrifices must be made to gain
Wisdom, this temple of cultural lore
Of holy hymns beneath cathedral roof,
Thro’ omnivagrant symphonies of song,
Defragmentizes, flagshipping focus
Hath given this dark city a future
Beyond the machinations of ‘the Man’

I’m all for it, but the sound’s a bit naff
Like a swimming pool, still it’s my new friend
Always recommending brand new music

Enter The Smiths to a ripple of applause

Talking of which, here come the Smiths, that guy there
Is Morrissey, he’s a Mancunian
A formidable & inventive force
Of poetry sat on searing setting
Of tight drums, guitar-walls & bass lines deep
Form a deft, inflorescence of song, which
Speaketh amazedly, & hath become
My marvel & my message, to the courts
Of Hulme & Gorton, Salford & Chorlton
No worthless emulations, but heroes!
I’d say I was a fan before them seen
Tonight’s the night, I’m glad you’re here to share

Hello we are The Smiths, we are not smiths
We are The Smiths – the only thing to be
In Nineteen Eighty-Three is handsome

The Smiths begin their set…

(Mad) : Scenes 7-9


A cellar in Andy Couzens house ready for band practice : Pete Garner & Ian Brown are playing snooker– enter John Squire who begins setting up

Andy Couzens

John Squire
Hello boys, how are all today

Ian Brown
Not bad, not bad, did that drummer call you
The one from Wythenshaw

John Squire
No he didn’t

Pete Garner
Don’t worry lads, a drummer will turn up

Ian Brown
I’ll just bang on a tamborine, then, yeah?
A bit of a beat is better than none

Andy Couzens
These thoughts of feeling hopeful to our fate
Achilles amid mangl’d Myrmidons
Pompey upon the plains of Pharsalus
With all our inner planets unalign’d
This lack of drums are like the testy waves
Swallowing, confounding navigation
Over waters of creative playing
Where sail these songs of ours, how can we steer
This ship with a casio backing track
When Jutland Jellicoes can take command
Of mighty & magisterial fleets
We need a rhythm admiral, what’s bass
Without a driving pilot, & in time

John Squire
Our muse, it seems, is under house arrest

Pete Garner
Why don’t we somewhere put an advert up
Inviting the right drummer to our song
& chaff timewasting wheat with piquant words

John Squire
Try the A1 on Oxford Road, their kits
Are quality, & should in fact attract
The better mould of beatsman, from which hub,
Let information matrix make the call
& let the question ripple thro the realms
For if The Smiths can do it so can we
Locally rehearsing then important
Band on Top of The Pops

Andy Couzens
Their drummer’s tight

Ian Brown
Its time to ask the gods, you’re right, the gods
Help those who help themselves – but need a name
Upon that point procrastinate no more
Who’d join a band that doesn’t know its self
For ‘tis a name that defines the entire

John Squire
I think I’ve got one

Pete Garner
O yeah, what is it?

John Squire
I’ve listen’d to the whispering world-trees
Then listen’d to our style, punctur’d by punk,
But pepper’d with melodious petals
Of lyrics sharp as daimond-braided drills
Or willow-mellow on the meadow lawn
So something hard with something soft should be
The image that’s projected in the mind
Whene’er our band’s name utter’d, thus therefore,
I’m thinking Stones & Roses sums us up
Earth’s headiness comes with a rose distill’d
Earth’s steadiness made on a bed of stone

Ian Brown
The Stone Roses, yeah, not bad

Andy Couzens
I like it

Peter Garner
It’s definitely not a shit name, but
It’s a bit Rolling Stonesey, is it not

John Squire
I notic’d, yeah, but is that a bad thing
I mean, Exile on Main Street, Paint It Black,
& Jumping Jack Flash, pure perennitas,
Proper tunes, they’re not Shawaddywaddy

Ian Brown
The Stone Roses, yeah, fuckin hell, it works

Andy Couzens
Alright, then, fellow Roses, let us play
What about Trust A Fox

Ian Brown
Yeah, lets do it

John Squire
I’ve been working on a new riff for that

Andy Couzens
Ready Pete

Pete Garner

Andy Couzens

John Squire
{fine tuning his guitar}
Hang on a sec

Ian Brown
Hows the animation coming lads

Pete Garner

John Squire
To get five seconds of footage
It takes five hours,

Pete Garner
& only Sundays
Are we allow’d to work in Cosgrove Hall
So it’s taking proper ages

John Squire
Its fun tho’
Anyway, I’m in

Ian Brown
Reyt then, Trust A Fox
Pete come in after four – one, two, three, four

The Stone Roses play Trust A Fox with Ian Brown playing tamborine


Afllecks Palace – Phil Saxe is keeping his stall

Phil Saxe
Ah! Nineteen Eighty-Four, no George Orwell
Dystopia, but worse than that I feel,
Music & accompanying closets
Bore bland as Barnhill stout on Jura bleak,
But yet unconquer’d by the drain of time
Still brave the first defenders of the breach,
Refusing resolutely not to fail;
This is my shop, my Gangway, & my shield
The epicenter of the Perry Boys
On Arndale’s upper level, selling clothes
No other shop would e’er admit to hang
For fear of losing street-cred in an age
Where streets more morgues, let fashion splash oer lives
Of strange days in day-glo, long overcoats,
Too much mascara, everywhere stiff hair,
Condemn them all like the Crescents of Hulme
For grooving as a guru of good taste
To tunes rarer than a rocking horse shit
I’ll sell that tip-top clobber to robbers
Down alleys, students & scallys..

Enter Donna & Lucy with palm tree haircuts – hair scraped back bunched up & tied on top of their heads

Oi mate!

Phil Saxe
Alright girls

You got any flares

Phil Saxe
You what

You deaf or summat

You got any flares

Phil Saxe
I heard you the first time, no-one wears flares
These days

Precisely, that’s why we want them
Dogs might gorge on carrion, but not wolves,
We aint no sheeple, we’re shepherdesses
In foxy dresses, whatever feels good,
& honestly, everyone looks like dicks

So mate, have you got any flares or what?

Phil Saxe
Its funny you should ask, it’s all as if
Three Serendip princesses seize my stall,
This morning, in a random box, I bought
Off some Iranians, I found three pairs
Of levis just your size – you want to try
Them on, they’re looking a little bit tight,
But you girls are slim, you should pull ‘em off

Yeah, nice one, let us take a look at ‘em

Phil Saxe
Wait there a minute, I’ll just dig ‘em out

Enter Alisha clutching the Blue Monday single

I got it

Nice one

Phil Saxe
Here you go ladies
Ah, Blue Monday, that’s such a wicked track

I know, heard it on my holidays last week
Its all over the Benidorm beaches
I can’t believe we miss’d it first time round

Phil Saxe
Better late than never – just like these flares

Cheers, we’ll just try ‘em on here – that alright?

Phil Saxe
Guess so

Oi mate! Change that music its shit

Phil Saxe
I’ll have you know that’s…

We don’t care, change it

Something decent we can sing a long to

Phil Saxe
Alright, alright, stifle your stingers girls

As the girls start getting changed Phil changes the music


You’d better believe us when we say
We are the last ones feeing the vibes
Who never say never to come out & play
If the disco beat is alive
Then there’s the seventies vibe

See us strutting around as we’re making up rhymes
Knowing that she’s looking fly girl
Gazing around at your dumb fashion crimes
Pulling the fun outta my world
It’s a trip when you rip up society

18 inches of glory up over my boots
I’m bellbottom denim running down to my roots
Gonna stitch the sixties into my jeans
Goin’ topless, bangin tamborines
Inside a seventies scene

See us strutting around as we’re making up rhymes
Wham bam glam of a geisha
Gazing around at your dumb fashion crimes
Mad Donna, Lucy D & Alisha
It’s a trip when you slip from society

Who wears flares
We do
Who wins dares
You gotta be true
Who wears flares
We do
Who Wears Flares
The Funky Flares Crew

Yeah, they look great, we’ll take ‘em

How much mate

Phil Saxe
Eh, give me a tenner for the lot girls

Bargain, thanks

Here you go Mr Saxe

Phil Saxe

Any chance you can get any more in

Phil Saxe
Probably, there’s warehouses full of flares
Out Oldham way

Well, we’ll be back next week


Shall we go & get some scran now

Exit the girls just as the Happy Mondays & Cressa enter the shop wearing paisley shirts flowery shirts little beards

Alright boys

{pointing at the flares}
Where d’ya get those babies from

{pointing to Phil}
He had some

Yo Phil, got any more flares

Phil Saxe
Not you as well – give me a week or two
I’ll source some out – Alright Shaun

Alright Phil

Phil Saxe
Paul… & the rest of you scooby-doo beatniks
Can I help

We’re just having a bimble

Is it true you dj’d the Twisted Wheel

Phil Saxe
It is, yeah, original northern soul
Before twas even call’d that

Yo Phil
How much is this shirt

Phil Saxe
That’s fifteen quid mate

I heard you love your Stax

Phil Saxe
The faster stuff
I used to import from America
Before you know it everyone’s Bruce Lee
Karate Kicking to Otis Redding

That’s cool that mate, so you know your music

Phil Saxe
You could say that, well I know good music

Can we give you a tape

Phil Saxe
What of

Our band

Phil Saxe

What, you’ve got a band, you bunch of Scallys

We do

We’re the Happy Mondays

Phil Saxe
The what

The Happy Mondays

Phil Saxe
That’s a daft name lads

Yeah, but its our name, anyway, its here

Phil Saxe
Alright, I’ll give it a listen today
If its any good I’ll pass it to Mike


Phil Saxe
Mike Pickering, a good mate of mine
He books the bands for the Hacienda
Might be able to get you a gig one day

That’d be mint mate, nice one

Our number’s
Well us mam’s, is written on the cassette

Phil Saxe
I’ll fling a tinkle if its any good

That’s sweet that – well, its time to do one, mate

Thanks for listening Phil

Phil Saxe
Not a problem

Come on lads, lets find those flare-wearing girls
By the hope I have of heavenly bliss
I sense the blond doth fancy me, I swear

Fucks sake Shaun yer like a rampant rabbit

Exit the Happy Mondays & Cressa – PD has stolen a shirt


1984 Werrington House Detention Centre, Stoke – the goveRnor’s office – he is sat at his desk – there is a knock at the door

Come in, come in!

Enter Guard & Bez

Govenor Williams

Aha – Mister Berry – we meet again

Sorry sir, I’ve been keepin my nose clean

I have noticed as much, well done young man
But why on earth inject such incidence
Into your world as that little outburst
Your release date’s rapidly approaching
But set it back at least a fortnight
So tell me what John happen’d exactly

Well, sir, we were handing out the letters
When he refused & said, do you recall
Do you remember what you said

I do

Can you repeat it for the governor
{Bez remains silent}
I Have written it down word for word sir
‘I’m not feffing sitting like a kid with my finger on my lips waiting for no feffing letters anymore. I don’t want any feffing letters anyway & I don’t want to send any effer a letter either. Eff the lot of you

That’s a lot of effing & jeffing Mark

Sorry, Mr Governor, sir, it just
Its just I’m wound up to the maximum
I’m seeing a procession of people
Flit from this joint who came here after me
Days on days of shabby desert weather
Have totally been doing my head in

Well, Mark, look, Mark, I will only add one week
To your total, which means there’s but a month
To go, when all of this shall be over
For you at least, control your self til then
Do I have your word

You do sir, promise

Good – I’ve met your father you know – good man
Brilliant officer, & how on earth
Would sons of such fine policemen turn’d to crime

My dad is like double authority
& I was born with a rebel streak, sir

Has it remained, or has the short sharp shock
Of liberty’s loss refurbish’d thy strains

Sir, I’ve never cleaned so much in my life
& shave my face each morning, all despite
No hairs there ever venture cheek & chin
My boots are always spotless, yes I’ve chang’d
& know I never wanna waste my daylight
Inside a cell again

That’s good to hear
If I return thee to society
Without proper skillsets to march in time
I’d be showing contempt to mine office
So when you leave this house of detention
What intends thee, truly, in the jungle

I wanna dance sir, & fly with the birds
Proper nice birds, never squirm with the rats,
Because, from dawn til dreaming, all the day,
I love tunes, its all about the music

Do you play anything




Can you sing

Definitely not

You would want to open a record shop

Can’t, sir, I’m a dyslexic with numbers

There does not seem to be many options
For you to forge a career in music

But sir, I got it beating within me
I can feel it

Well, very good Berry
Are you going to go graffito crude
Or write your name in glory cross the stars
A child with integrity prospers well
Now off you go, & behave yourself, yes

Yes sir

Come on fella, back to your cells

Exit Bez whistling the guitar melody of Wrote For Luck