Three Men in a Boat Page #5

And threw an air of tender wistfulness

into my expression

mingled with a touch of cynicism,

which I'm told suits me.

Oi, look at your nose!

Look at your nose!

George, I think there's something wrong

with your nose.

You three with the dog! Watch your nose!

Oh, it's our nose. It's our nose!

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

It was J's fault.

That's Harris all over, too.

You know, it always reminds me of...

(BOTH) Not now, J.

There we are.

We found a very pleasant nook

under a tree,

a little below Magna Carta Island.

And with hardy any difficulty,

prepared the boat for the night.

Slowly the golden memory

of the dead sun faded.

The birds ceased their song.

And only the plaintive cry and harsh

croak of the moorhen and the corncrake

stirred the awed hush

around the couch of waters

where dying day breathed out her last.

Night upon her sombre throne

folds her black wings

above the darkening world,

and from her phantom palace

holds sway in stillness.

# Two lovely black eyes

# (OFF KEY) Oh

# Oh, what a surprise

# Surprise

# Oh, what a surprise

# Two lovely

# Two lovely black eyes #

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(BUGLE BLOWING)

King John had slept at Duncroft Hall.

And all the day before,

the little town of Staines has echoed

to the clang of armed men

and the clatter of horses

on its rough stones.

Since dawn, in the lower

of the two islands just above us,

there has been great clamour,

and the sound of many workmen.

(SAWING)

In the great pavilion

brought there yester eve,

carpenters are busy nailing

tiers of seats,

and up the slope of Cooper's Hill

are gathered the wondering rustics

and curious townsfolk.

And some say that much good

to all the people

will come from this day's work.

Then far down the road

in the morning sun

a cloud of dust has arisen,

and there comes a brilliant cavalcade

of gay-dressed lords and knights.

And front and rear,

there ride the yeomen of the barons,

and in their midst, King John.

The barge is waiting.

King John dismounts and takes his seat.

And slowly the heavy,

bright-decked barge leaves the shore

and works ponderously

against the current

till it grates against the bank

of the little island

that from this day will bear the name

Magna Carta Island.

We wait in breathless silence

till a great shout cleaves the air...

(PEOPLE SHOUTING)

...and the great cornerstone

in England's temple of liberty has,

now we know, been firmly laid.

(PEOPLE REJOICING)

What is the matter? Where am I?

Runnymede.

I'll be down in a minute. I think

I'll wear my black lace-up boots.

(GRUNTS)

We had made gigantic arrangements

for bathing.

I notice people always do that when

they are going anywhere near water.

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