Tony and Cleop Act Four Scene Three Sub-Act One

 

Act Four

Scene Three

Sub-Scene One

Albert, Castello, and Chapin; the trio

 

The three loyal boys of Mark Antony strolled towards the river bank of the Nile. They saw there was a distance from the water line, for they feared the crocodiles. They have their guns, but they kept them dry for the battles ahead.

“Goodnight, guys. Tomorrow is the big day. I was told that we would go up against Caesar.” The one in the middle spoke. He held a rounded figure with his pants hitched by the belt. He sprouted a thick wad of moustache just below his nose. He told them that one day it would be the Mark Antony of a great leader.

“Castello, do you ever miss home?” Albert, the one seated on the left, asked. He was opposite Castello in the frame. He was said to have starved, but in truth, he was choosy with his diet; ‘hail the non-meat eater. We will save the grass-eating folks.". I missed Asbury Park. My mother used to...”

“Quiet down, Albert. You will make Chapin think of his mother.” Castello punched at Albert’s right arm. Chapin lived with his mother in London without his father. He was sent off to the homes when his mother died young.

“Things will be decided one way or another. Good luck to you. Have you heard any strange news from the streets?” Albert asked.

“Nothing matters. What is the news?” Castello asked. “Tell me if it is the recovery in the trades. I heard the tycoons are jumping off the ledges in the major cities.”

“It is probably just a rumour. Goodnight to you.” Albert replied. “Do stay watchful while you are on guard.”

“Uh hum!” Chapin grump out. He was not much into the talks. He just remained quiet or stomped his feet.

“I cannot sleep.” Albert voiced out.

“Then shut up and try to think of...” Castello minced his words. He was to say mother but thought of Chapin.

“Ok, here are our positions.” Castello decided to do the nightly lullabies. “And if our boys succeed tomorrow, I am completely confident that our boss will make a good stand.”

“The boys are brave and determined to win.” Albert said. “I am.” 

It was then that they heard the playing of the trumpet.

“Be quiet! What is that noise?” Castello asked.

“There is music in the air,” Albert said. “It is coming from under the ground.”

“Uh Hum!” Chapin added.

“This is a good omen, is it not?” Castello asked. “It cannot be the Devil calling in us.”

“Be quiet, I say! What does this mean? The devil does not sound the bulge in Hell. He yells bloody murder.” Albert says.

“Then it is the Queen. She is leaving Mark Antony.” Castello cut in.

“She may if he does not fuck her.” Albert then stood up and said, “Let us walk and see if the others hear what we hear.”

“Uh Hum!” Chapin added one more.

“How is it going, guys?” Albert met the other groups.

“What is it? What is it? We were asleep. Who blew the bulge? What do they think this is Seventh Calvary on the charge? And where are the officers?”

“Yes. Is it not strange?” Albert said. ‘Let us follow the noise as far as we can within the boundaries of our “watch. Let us see how it ends.”

That sounds good. It is strange.” Castello sighed.

“Yup, maybe Arnie is practicing the trumpet. He wants to make a comeback to the scene.” Albert smiled. He knew Arnie Strong, the musician. He reckoned he would be the manager when the war was over. He could get Maddie Bette on board, too.