Feathertop ( part 2)
.....It will persue them in the shape of a nasty eagle. ( The birds make the sky look as dark as tar. They beat their wings and roar like bulls or lions): I''ll cast spells on them and I''ll make them drowsy. When they fall, I''ll send spirits that will imprison them and get them attached to a pine tree for ever. They will cover their bones with ash. ( She stumbles as she makes her way to a stagnant pool for rest. Now, she stares at her reflection dancing): I devoted my time caring for those bloody humans I called friend. I fed them. I clothed them and I supplied them with water and power. Ingratitude repaid my earlier kindness. Here I am examing my face through the stagnant pool. ( Pause): God! My face is overcome by grief. Has it grown old already? Is it an illusion? ( Pause. She shrugs): Nonsense.....Fate has dropped me here and I must have the upper hand!
( The crows moan. Old mother Rigby raises her stick once more threatening the birds): See .....This heavenly stick causes suffering and death. It will break your neck! Go away or you''ll be punished ( The birds cry bitterly, beating their wings)
End of Act one, Scene one)
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