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Author: Martha Cummings Date: Tuesday, November 7, 2006 5:31pm
Adam, This is just superb. It is so good that I had to read it to my husband who howled with laughter. You really know how to turn a phrase and write a powerful dialogue. With some editing, this can be a masterpiece. Thank you for this wonderful piece that receives 96 points. Dr. C In message 490 on Monday, November 6, 2006 11:22pm, Adam Schaeffer writes: > >Create a dialogue between Dr. Faustus and two other characters in the play. > >Characters:Dr. Faustus > Mephastophilis > Lucifer > >Scene: Dr. Faustus is beseeching Mephastophilis and Lucifer to give him >more time on Earth. > >Faustus: Great Lucifer, most unclean, I beseech you and in your wisdom >to grant me four and twenty more years as an addendum to my previous >contract, as I am not yet ready to be gone from this world. > >Mephastophilis: I'm sorry Faustus, but the time alloted is over and my >master is here to collect. Put your affairs in order, it is time to leave. > >Faustus: Mighty Lucifer, the little horn, my affairs need more time to >come to a satisfactory conclusion. Think of poor Wagner. > >Lucifer: Shutup. > >Mephastophilis: Dear Dr. Faustus, you are making him angry. > >Faustus: Please forgive me mighty lord, but I have not used the power >of Mephastophilis to the full potential. I have so many new ideas. I >could do so much for your cause. > >Lucifer: Speak further of this. > >Faustus: A new country has been discovered on the other side of the >vast ocean. I could go there, and with the help of Mephastophilis win >you many more souls. Imagine a whole continent of worshipers chanting >your praises during their hethen ceremonies. > >Lucifer: I want something. > >Faustus: My lord? > >Mephastophilis: He wants insurance that you will do as you say. >Something dear to you, something that you will want back at all costs. >Something that you would be sore put to get back from Jove if you repented. > >Faustus: What does he have in mind? > >Lucifer: Your pants. > >Faustus: My lord!? > >Mephastophilis: He wants something that will remind you that you are to >have no other pleasure than that of bringing him souls. Your instrument >shall be taken from you for the four and twenty years you ask for, and >returned when the bargain is complete. > >Faustus: My lord, anything but that. What about my eyes? I get much >pleasure observing the world through my eyes. Or my legs, I enjoy >walking? Not having them would be misery. > >Lucifer: Shutup. > >Mephastophilis: You are making him angry again dear Dr. Faustus. > >Faustus: I am sorry my lords, but I cannot part with something so dear >to me. Let us forget the supposed arrangement and proceed with the >extraction of my soul. > >Lucifer: Say goodbye. > >Mephastophilis: Is there anything you would like to say before he rips >your soul from your body and jails it in hell for a frozen eternity of >damnation? > >Faustus: This was a bad idea... > >Lucifer: I agree. > >Faustus: ...AAAAAAHHHHHHHh..................... > >Mephastophilis: I didn't think he would ever shutup. > >Lucifer: Hubris. > >THE END.
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