Enter Edgar, King Lear,
Jon Parkin, Ye Beast, Dale Vince as Duke of Frocester, Scotty Bartlett and
various morris dancers as footballers
Scene ; The white cliffs of Dover
‘Come on, sir; here's the
place: stand still. How fearful
And dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low!
The footballs high that wing the midway air
Show scarce so gross as the Beast: half way down
Hangs one that goal-hanger lurks, dreadful trade!
Methinks he seems no bigger than his head:
The football men, that walk upon the beach,
Appear like mice; and yond tall anchoring Beast,
Diminish'd to a speck; a speck, a Beast
Almost too small for sight: the murmuring surge,
That on the unnumber'd idle pebbles chafes,
Cannot be heard so high. I'll look no more;
Lest my brain turn, and the deficient sight
Topple down headlong.
And dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low!
The footballs high that wing the midway air
Show scarce so gross as the Beast: half way down
Hangs one that goal-hanger lurks, dreadful trade!
Methinks he seems no bigger than his head:
The football men, that walk upon the beach,
Appear like mice; and yond tall anchoring Beast,
Diminish'd to a speck; a speck, a Beast
Almost too small for sight: the murmuring surge,
That on the unnumber'd idle pebbles chafes,
Cannot be heard so high. I'll look no more;
Lest my brain turn, and the deficient sight
Topple down headlong.
But wait anon! The Beast
doth soar high yet -
He crashes the ball high in
the Dover net.
My Lord! Come thee hence
to scry this wondrous scene.
A late winner methinks
for the lads of Forest Green.’
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