MOTECUHZOMA
Now, Hungry Prince, let’s brace for weighty words.
You know that since our founding fathers’ reign
Our kingdoms have been linked like tilting twins,
Sharing the fruits and frowns of war alike,
Two striding shanks, each foot outreaching each,
My Mexicans, the eagles of this island,
Across the lake, your leopards of Texcoco,
Dainty Tlacopan third and least of all.
CUITLAHUAC
But, since the death of wise Hungry Coyote-
Your father- one alone has hitched the wind,
One arm engirdling our fractious state,
Which on one mighty truncheon hops her way.
MOTECUHZOMA
Our Triple Alliance therefore is dissolved.
Now must this galled umbilical be clipped,
Tlacopan liquidated for our bullion,
And you to trudge your solitary trail,
With gods’ best blessings for your bond and bail.
HUNGRY PRINCE [aside]
Oh, let my heart freeze up at this cold news,
For if this tongue should blab the ****** thoughts
These staunchless chambers seal inside my chest,
The tyrant should extract this swollen fruit,
And make my skull the drinking cup of God.
Thus should I truly mirror this prodigy-
A heartless sap, who’s plainly lost his head.
TLACAELEL
Hungry Prince,
Take aim at only what is possible,
For you and I alike both know the fancy
Of human justice only enters where
The pressure of necessity is equal,
And that the stout and rivalrous exact
All that they can, the weak grant what they must.
Of gods we do believe, of men we know,
That by a natural proclivity,
Wherever they can wield the whip, they will.
This primal rule was not drawn up by us,
Nor were we first to heed its nascent call.
The trail’s long blazed, and we do but inherit
This trait, and shall bequeath it to all time,
Content to know that you and all mankind,
If once enfranchised vast as we are now,
Would do as we now do.
Exit all but Motecuhzoma and Hungry Prince.
HUNGRY PRINCE Thus it must be,
Since thus you have declared it for a rule.
And though this outlook seems the sophistry
Of inharmonious and immoderate minds,
Who will say ‘no’ when you have said ‘it’s so?’
MOTECUHZOMA
Do not return, when taxmen come to call,
And whine that I require too much of you,
Since now you nod assent to my decree.
You know the fortune of capricious war:
Today for you, tomorrow it’s for me. Exit.
HUNGRY PRINCE
Then revel it, old ruffian, while you may.
Tomorrow’s but a fitful sleep away. Exit.
Oct 7, 2016
Oct 7, 2016 at 11:55 AM UTC
MOTECUHZOMA
Now, Hungry Prince, let’s brace for weighty words.
You know that since our founding fathers’ reign
Our kingdoms have been linked like tilting twins,
Sharing the fruits and frowns of war alike,
Two striding shanks, each foot outreaching each,
My Mexicans, the eagles of this island,
Across the lake, your leopards of Texcoco,
Dainty Tlacopan third and least of all.
CUITLAHUAC
But, since the death of wise Hungry Coyote-
Your father- one alone has hitched the wind,
One arm engirdling our fractious state,
Which on one mighty truncheon hops her way.
MOTECUHZOMA
Our Triple Alliance therefore is dissolved.
Now must this galled umbilical be clipped,
Tlacopan liquidated for our bullion,
And you to trudge your solitary trail,
With gods’ best blessings for your bond and bail.
HUNGRY PRINCE [aside]
Oh, let my heart freeze up at this cold news,
For if this tongue should blab the ****** thoughts
These staunchless chambers seal inside my chest,
The tyrant should extract this swollen fruit,
And make my skull the drinking cup of God.
Thus should I truly mirror this prodigy-
A heartless sap, who’s plainly lost his head.
TLACAELEL
Hungry Prince,
Take aim at only what is possible,
For you and I alike both know the fancy
Of human justice only enters where
The pressure of necessity is equal,
And that the stout and rivalrous exact
All that they can, the weak grant what they must.
Of gods we do believe, of men we know,
That by a natural proclivity,
Wherever they can wield the whip, they will.
This primal rule was not drawn up by us,
Nor were we first to heed its nascent call.
The trail’s long blazed, and we do but inherit
This trait, and shall bequeath it to all time,
Content to know that you and all mankind,
If once enfranchised vast as we are now,
Would do as we now do.
Exit all but Motecuhzoma and Hungry Prince.
HUNGRY PRINCE Thus it must be,
Since thus you have declared it for a rule.
And though this outlook seems the sophistry
Of inharmonious and immoderate minds,
Who will say ‘no’ when you have said ‘it’s so?’
MOTECUHZOMA
Do not return, when taxmen come to call,
And whine that I require too much of you,
Since now you nod assent to my decree.
You know the fortune of capricious war:
Today for you, tomorrow it’s for me. Exit.
HUNGRY PRINCE
Then revel it, old ruffian, while you may.
Tomorrow’s but a fitful sleep away. Exit.
