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TRAGEDY vs COMEDY

            Two different endings

TRAGICAL:

(...)

[MORIOS the Greek is kneeling on the ground, looking downwards in a submissive way,

his right hand covering the mortal wound in his chest. FORMIA, his lover, is dead by his side.

PERFIDUS the traitor has his sword resting on MORIOS's neck]

PERFIDUS    Ha! There thou art. And there thou'll stay. What

                      an immovable irony! Speak what thou have to

                      speak, anything! However, thy words will neither

                      move, nor transcend. They'll be lost as drops

                      in the rain, vanished in agony like darkness

                      in daytime! As she was.

MORIOS      Therefore, shall thy dry and light ears hear

                      my dying truth: That the blood shall be remembered

                      not being spilled, but shed, and that I die

                      according to my wish and will.

                      [Looks up into PERFIDUS's eyes]

                      And written shall be my words, to make

                      the sons of the fatherland burst into rage

                      and avenge our wretched existence, demanding

                      the Gods to save our trivial and humble souls!

                      [MORIOS, in his last breath, stands up and stabs PERFIDUS's throat]

PERFIDUS    Thou...

MORIOS       Quiet! Or her thou may awake.

                      Silence. Please.

                      [Both die]

                      THE END

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COMICAL:

(...)

[MORIOS and FORMIA are getting married in the town's church. PERFIDUS, the best man, is looking

at them from the second row]

MORIOS         I promise I'll give you all. I think no more is needed.

FORMIA         So do I.

PERFIDUS      Long life to the newly-weds! Health and prosperity!

                        [Everyone repeats his words and applauds with joy]

                        [Aside] And that is all. Said and gone.

                        But why still keep on a loving, when a wanting is really

                        meant? Dogs love dogs, and bees love bees, but their

                        affect does not go further than pure arrangement,

                        settled and passed on by Nature from the Beginning

                        of Time. And so walk the mortals along the Gods'

                        playground, thinking they're free from master fate,

                        ignoring they must regroup when the bell rings.

                        True love, thus, should not be fished with a

                        newly-found rod, but hunted by a good trap instead;

                        and having it there, almost bleeding, healing up slowly

                        sun after sun, till the coveted prey does not want

                        to escape, but rather love to be imprisoned

                        by the poacher's heart.

MORIOS & FORMIA    Come here you shirking gentleman!

                        Come drink and cheer with us!

PERFIDUS    So do I, so do I.

                      THE END