The Brigantia’s Lament

For all my dear ones who can’t bear to hear me give them all that is their due in lone, long and spectacular title, here is “The Brigantia’s Lament.” No actual heralds were harmed in the making of this song.

Take a listen…

The Brigantia herald, he came into court
at their majesties pleasure, I can report.
They gave him a quest
which they thought he’d do best,­­
but alas the poor herald could not support!

They said, “Stack up the titles, they’re getting quite long.
When we call folk to court it’s exhausting the throng!
So stack up the titles in neat little piles…
And you’ll have them rejoicing and dancing in aisles.”

The herald turned yellow and then slightly green
He said “what you ask I find quite obscene,
it’s against all tradition…
my personal mission…”
And he then fled the Presence to find a latrine.

Regaining composure the herald returned,
He begged and he pleaded but still he was spurned
“I shall if you force it
but will not endorse it”
And they nodded quite sternly while he looked concerned.

They said, “Stack up the titles, they’re getting quite long.
When we call folk to court it’s exhausting the throng!
So stack up the titles in neat little piles…
And you’ll have them rejoicing and dancing in aisles.”

When court finally started the herald looked round
The populace gathered, not making a sound
He puffed out his chest,
With his conscience he wrest,
And then mumbled and muttered and stared at the ground…

“Would the Master Sir Baron Gerald of Kent
Come to the throne, there now be a good gent,”
He called out in style
While holding back bile
As inwardly he overcame his torment.

They said, “Stack up the titles, they’re getting quite long.
When we call folk to court it’s exhausting the throng!
So stack up the titles in neat little piles…
And you’ll have them rejoicing and dancing in aisles.”

“Now The Honorable Baroness Mistress Melyne…”
He called to the crowd, now surprising a grin
“And Duke Master Thor,
Come on ashore!”
Bellowed he unto the Royals’ chagrin.

“Your Excellency Sir Viscount Roland, here!
Yes, come to the front, right on the top tier,
There’s bling you might guess,
For sure that’s a yes!
On this thrilling and novel heraldic frontier!”

They said, “Stack up the titles, they’re getting quite long.
When we call folk to court it’s exhausting the throng!
So stack up the titles in neat little piles…
And you’ll have them rejoicing and dancing in aisles.”

Yes, court was exciting, and all did agree.
I sat all the way through each and every decree!
But when it was ended
The approach was amended
And the Brigantia herald – he fainted with glee.

So I offer these words to those taken aback,
If you wish to sound noble, and not like a hack
For it’s quite cavalier
And isn’t too clear…
Best to just use one title, and never to stack!

When you stack up the titles, although they’re quite long,
If you call folk to court it confuses he throng!
Do not stack up the titles in neat little piles…
You’ll have heralds rejoicing and dancing in aisles.
Do not stack up the titles in neat little piles…
You’ll have heralds rejoicing and dancing in aisles.

 

Feeling Betta – Commedia dell Arte outline

This commedia script is my first and only to date, it was rehearsed to great amusement by Gwillim as Arlecchino, Godric as Pantalone, Margaret as Betta and myself as Dottore and the Apothecary.  We never performed it, but maybe someday it will see the stage!

Cast:
Pantalone
Betta (la servetta)
Alrecchino
Dottore
an Apothecary
Betta gives a speech to the audience about a few things: once was wealthy – but no more – she’s broke; her mother is ill and dying; she needs money; she will marry Pantalone for the money, the only other bonus is that Arlecchino, her secret love, will be near her if she marries the old man.

Pantalone enters and attempts to woo Betta from one knee – he falls over while trying to woo her and can’t get up

Betta  tells Pantalone that she has no use for a love who “can’t get up” to see her and storms off the stage

Pantalone, fallen down and unable to right himself, calls for Arlecchino who tried to help right him.

Dottore enters and seeing Arlecchino helping Pantalone up, surmises that that he has gallstones, is pregnant or must be dead.

Pantalone tells Dottore that the only problem is that he can’t get up to see Betta, who he is trying to woo.

Pantalone is sent away, assured that Dottore will have a solution.  Arlecchino is leftbehind to get orders from Dottore.

Dottore gives Arlecchino a list for wooing a lady – bread, wine, cheese and a prescription for “Consummation Powder” so he can get up to see Betta and sends him to the apothecary.  Dottore exits.

Arlecchino walks repeating his list, salivating over the food items and forgetting what kind of Powder (Consummation, …etc arriving at Constipation.)  He gets the food and the Constipation Powder for his master.

The Apothecary says that he hopes that Pantalone will soon be feeling Betta.
Arlecchino returns to Pantalone, repeating his list in reverse until he arrives again at Consummation Powder.

Arlecchino gives all the stuff to Pantalone, who enters Betta’s room and sets the stage for seduction.

Pantalone takes all of the powder.

Betta enters.  Pantalone begins to woo her – just as he gets close to her….
Arlecchino knocks on the room door, Pantalone answers (lazzo of the door locks / trip wire) to ask Pantalone how it is going; Betta leaves the room.

Pantalone, furious at the interruption, sends Arlecchino to go talk to someone in the street!  Arlecchino exits.

Pantalone resumes his seduction of Betta, who is disappointed that she missed Arlecchino.

Pantalone is enamored now – he chases Betta, catches her and there is a sudden loud rumbling – he looks astonished and agonized all at once he excuses himself loudly to the chamber pot.  Loud farting & other grotesque noises heard from off stage.

Betta leaves for another room – to get some air – in disgust.

Arlecchino goes to the street and talks to the audience about Betta & the mountain of food (lazzo of the fly or the eating of the hand)

Dottore enters in a temper – he has been to the apothecary and found out that Arlecchino gave Pantalone the wrong powder!  Dottore gives Arlecchino the correct powder and threatens to beat him with his own stick.

Arlecchino runs away, swearing that he will return after this errand!

Betta and Pantalone re-enter Betta’s room – they are just about getting amorous when Pantalone’s stomach gives another fierce rumble – this time he knows what is about to happen and he excuses himself loudly to the chamber pot.  Loud farting & other grotesque noises heard from off stage.

Arlecchino goes to Betta’s room and pounds on the door. (Lazzo of the door locks, again)

Betta allows Arlecchino in and Arlecchino blurts his story out and displays the correct powder.

Betta tells him that she will make it all Betta…and as Arlecchino, laments about the powder and all the food going to waste she very obviously covers the bread with the Consummation Powder.

Betta feigning innocence and sorrow tells Arlecchino that he can have the food, as it seems that his master won’t be needing it, but the he should go and eat it there in the back room.

Arlecchino looks delighted and bounds out merrily chewing on the bread while singing Betta’s praises, and the bread’s praises, for feeding him.

Betta begins to exit the same way as Arlecchino, but before leaving, turns to the audience and gives them a winning smile.  Arlecchino says that this bread is really something – he’s never felt this way about bread! (“Well, there was that nice rosemary olive bagette once, but that was ages ago…”)

A last loud fart is heard offstage.

The End

The Introverted Spouse

“Many a SCAdian partnership is made of the noble and patient Introverted Spouse paired with a gregarious, social lunatic.  At least that’s what my relationship is like, but this song to the quiet ones has brought many a grin of recognition around a campfire. Also, I AM really lucky to have exactly this Lord, as described below, to take care of me and let me play the game the way I enjoy without killing myself.”

http://www.mbouchard.com/misc/Introverted-Spouse.mp3

Sing ho sing hey
it’s good to make your house
sing fa la lay
with an introverted spouse

my lord is somewhat bookish
which is quite plain to see
I run about with my head cut off
while he sips on his tea
but when I’m back at half-past-twelve
in the bitter cold of night
the bed is warm and so am I
for he makes all things right!

my lord reads at the table
so he’d seldom miss a meal
but I’ve forgotten dinner
till the telltale rumble feel
wearily I wander home
thinking of a crust of bread
but my love has saved a bounty meal
for me to have instead!

my lord craves not attention
though attention he deserves
when I’m causing  a ruckus
he has no reserves
were I to list his merits
we would be here for a week
so I content myself to know
and to sing instead of speak…

Sing ho sing hey
it’s good to make your house
sing fa la lay
with an introverted spouse

The Twelve Days of Pennsic

The Twelve Days of Pennsic , an almost very nearly true story in the vein of The Taming of the Shrew, a duet by Aneleda Falkonbridge & Riordan Morgan.  (And this was before I even knew that I was a delicate flower of the northern army!)

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On the first day of Pennsic, my Riordan gave to me:  An olive wood rosary!

On the second day of Pennsic, Aneleda gave to me:  two short replies
and an olive wood rosary

On the third day of Pennsic, my Riordan gave to me:  three yards of trim
two short replies
and an olive wood rosary

On the fouth day of Pennsic, Aneleda gave to me:  four scathing remarks
three yards of trim
two short replies
and an olive wood rosary

On the fifth day of Pennsic, my Riordan gave to me:  five pewter cups!
four scathing remarks
three yards of trim
two short replies
and an olive wood rosary

On the sixth day of Pennsic, Aneleda gave to me:  six dirty looks
five pewter cups!
four scathing remarks
three yards of trim
two short replies
and an olive wood rosary

On the seventh day of Pennsic, my Riordan gave to me:  seven sparkling stones
six dirty looks
five pewter cups!
four scathing remarks
three yards of trim
two short replies
and an olive wood rosary

On the eighth day of Pennsic, Aneleda gave to me:  eight small bruises
seven sparkling stones
six dirty looks
five pewter cups!
four scathing remarks
three yards of trim
two short replies
and an olive wood rosary

On the ninth day of Pennsic, my Riordan gave to me:  nine pilgrim tokens
eight small bruises
seven sparkling stones
six dirty looks
five pewter cups!
four scathing remarks
three yards of trim
two short replies
and an olive wood rosary

On the tenth day of Pennsic, Aneleda gave to me: ten shin kicks
nine pilgrim tokens
eight small bruises
seven sparkling stones
six dirty looks
five pewter cups!
four scathing remarks
three yards of trim
two short replies
and an olive wood rosary

On the eleventh day of Pennsic, my Riordan gave to me:  eleven leather roses
ten shin kicks
nine pilgrim tokens
eight small bruises
seven sparkling stones
six dirty looks
five pewter cups!
four scathing remarks
three yards of trim
two short replies
and an olive wood rosary

On the twelth day of Pennsic, Aneleda gave to me:  twelve sturdy blows
eleven leather roses
ten shin kicks
nine pilgrim tokens
eight small bruises
seven sparkling stones
six dirty looks
five pewter cups!
four scathing remarks
three yards of trim
two short replies
and an olive wood rosary

A Lord Should Be Steady – Ode to Jaden

A lord should be steady,
A lord should be true
And I know a lord who
Is this through and through
An honest man we know him to be
And some day all of the realm will know his loyalty…

For this morning he fought on the side of the east
Defending our men from the fierce western beast
But before the sun crests or the hour has grown dear
He’ll fight for the mid without shedding a tear….

He tells all who listen Northshield has his heart
It isn’t quite treason, this perfidious art,
For he is very earnest, this lord sometimes ours
And he stands with the gumption of thirty one towers.

I remember distinctly the last war he was in
It seemed to me that he’d spread himself thin
He fought for the Bridge, he fought for the Moon
Drank Canadian whiskey and slept until noon.

He dons tabards of blue, of purple, of gold
We only know it is him by the shield that he holds
Soon a flag we will fly from the top of his helm
So he’ll recall who he is as he wanders the realm.

In the middle of battle came a merry “hello”
To which he responded a cheery “hey ho”
His shiremates yelled “get him” and get him they did
He had to trade shields so he could stay hid!

So here is the moral of this little tale
A word of advice that never will fail
When you are a fighter a playing the field,
Recall that shires are like ladies, they care not to yield!

A lord should be steady,
A lord should be true
And I know a lord who
Is this through and through
An honest man we know him to be
And some day all of the realm will know his loyalty…