Beginning
The Play
A modern girl, ELLA, runs in with tiny plastic dolls. Stands them up.
ANTHONY:
She gladly sings a noxious, mortal song.
ELLA: (singing)
Ring-a-ring of roses
A pocket full of posies
A-tishoo, A-tishoo!
They all fall down.
The Woman is carried in by the Innkeeper.
INNKEEPER:
Here, rest. Drink a little. What is your name?
WOMAN:
I – don’t know.
INNKEEPER:
Do you know how you got here?
WOMAN:
No.
INNKEEPER:
You were unconscious, in the gutter. Stay here. Don’t try to move. (Exits)
Ella stands opposite the Woman, stares at her.
ELLA:
This is where it starts. This is where it starts.
WOMAN:
Who are… what’s starting?
ELLA: (singing) ANTHONY:
Ring a ring of roses… The woman thinks she’s going mad.
A-tishoo! A-tishoo! CLOE:
The people at the door seem sad.
ELLA:
They all fall down. (Laughs)
The Innkeeper and his wife carry in a boy, their son. Ella continues to laugh.
INNKEEPER’S WIFE:
Lay him down! He’s still alive! Save him, husband! Save our son!
LARI:
The woman’s son -
CLOE:
Poor boy, I’ll hold his hand.
LARI:
For greater good I say his life is damn’d. (The child dies)
INNKEEPER’S WIFE:
(to ‘God’) Why would you take him from us?
ELLA:
One by one…
WOMAN:
My dear Ella – (holds her tightly)
CLOE:
With unconditional love to Ella she’s beguiled,
ANTHONY:
Though questions the morality in the child.
WOMAN:
What have you done? Ella, you knew about the boy? You knew. What did you do?
Ella breaks free, like it’s a game. Others exit. The Woman is alone, centre.





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