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CORTÉS             How now? What’s the debate? AGUILAR                                              The Inquisition:             It’s linked itself with tethers to our church,             Like two, aloof, reluctant mountaineers.             I fear, when that unholy office trips,             And plummets in the popular regard,             Its drop down estimation’s precipice             Will pull down our religion in its tow. OLMEDO             We cavil, boys, as if there were two Spains. CORTÉS             One good, one evil? OLMEDO                              Not so simple. Yet,             One, global-bent, one isolationist,             One liberal, one counter to reform,             One, eyeing Greece, one stirring with the Moors,             Who, like the fatal twins of Oedipus,             Will not consent to reign in tandem more,             But rather wound each other mortally.             In Europe, there’s a word in currency:             Renaissance- It is not a Spanish word,             And there’s a reason. CORTÉS                                And it is? OLMEDO                                               Some flaw             In Spain’s own character that’s culpable-             Catholic fanaticism, feverish pride,             Or warped deliriums of vanity.             We thought we were the new elect of God,             Mistook our patriotic egoism             For fealty to the church. Hence, our divorce             And isolation from the rest of Europe. CORTÉS             No, it’s not Spain, not Catholics, nor our race,             But frailties of the human constitution,             Which frequently reverse the gains achieved             By previous generations, in the name             Of progress, culture, and civility.                          Trumpet is heard.             A parley sounds! See what those Mayas want.
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Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 6:24 PM UTC
The Floral War 2:6:42-72
CORTÉS             How now? What’s the debate? AGUILAR                                              The Inquisition:             It’s linked itself with tethers to our church,             Like two, aloof, reluctant mountaineers.             I fear, when that unholy office trips,             And plummets in the popular regard,             Its drop down estimation’s precipice             Will pull down our religion in its tow. OLMEDO             We cavil, boys, as if there were two Spains. CORTÉS             One good, one evil? OLMEDO                              Not so simple. Yet,             One, global-bent, one isolationist,             One liberal, one counter to reform,             One, eyeing Greece, one stirring with the Moors,             Who, like the fatal twins of Oedipus,             Will not consent to reign in tandem more,             But rather wound each other mortally.             In Europe, there’s a word in currency:             Renaissance- It is not a Spanish word,             And there’s a reason. CORTÉS                                And it is? OLMEDO                                               Some flaw             In Spain’s own character that’s culpable-             Catholic fanaticism, feverish pride,             Or warped deliriums of vanity.             We thought we were the new elect of God,             Mistook our patriotic egoism             For fealty to the church. Hence, our divorce             And isolation from the rest of Europe. CORTÉS             No, it’s not Spain, not Catholics, nor our race,             But frailties of the human constitution,             Which frequently reverse the gains achieved             By previous generations, in the name             Of progress, culture, and civility.                          Trumpet is heard.             A parley sounds! See what those Mayas want.
From my play in verse, thefloralwar.com
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Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 6:24 PM UTC
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