A modern girl, ELLA, runs in with tiny plastic dolls. Stands them up.
She gladly sings a noxious, mortal song.
Ring-a-ring of roses
A pocket full of posies
They all fall down.
The Woman is carried in by the Innkeeper.
Here, rest. Drink a little. What is your name?
I – don’t know.
Do you know how you got here?
You were unconscious, in the gutter. Stay here. Don’t try to move. (Exits)
Ella stands opposite the Woman, stares at her.
This is where it starts. This is where it starts.
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.
They all fall down. (Laughs)
The Innkeeper and his wife carry in a boy, their son. Ella continues to laugh.
Lay him down! He’s still alive! Save him, husband! Save our son!
The woman’s son -
Poor boy, I’ll hold his hand.
For greater good I say his life is damn’d. (The child dies)
(to ‘God’) Why would you take him from us?
One by one…
My dear Ella – (holds her tightly)
With unconditional love to Ella she’s beguiled,
Though questions the morality in the child.
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.