The river press. [volume] (Fort Benton, Mont.) 1880-current, 1881-04-06
A BENTON TRAGEDY.
Ian ONE Act.

Ian ONE Act.
: DrGmahs Persona: Don Quixote, a cou,
7 try squire. Sancho Panzs, his servant.
8 {Scene the Court House at Bentonl.
Enter Don Quigote. [aside]. / An an enemy
t to every species Of injustice. Mypowers, suct
as they are, shall be devoted to the State
r even at the forfeit Of my life.
(Enter sancho).
Don Quiaote.- Look yonder, friend San.
cho Panza, where thou mayest discover
somewhat less than thirty monstrous giants,
whom I intend to encounter and slay.
Sancho. What, giants?
Don Quirote Those thou seest yonder
with their long arms. Some are wont to have
them the length of two leagues and more.
S0nch0.-Those are not giants, but wind
mills; and what seems to be arms are sails,
which, Whirled about by the wind, makes the
milestone go.
Don Quiaote. They are giants, and if thou
art afraid, get thee aside and pray, whilst
engage them in furious and unequal combat,
and although they have more arms than the
giant Briareus, by heavens they shall pay for
it. Never in the history of this court have
such things been. I will forthwith charge
them. Ho, Rosinante!
SancAo.-Go on, my worthy liege, I fol-
low thee.
(The Don pushes Rosinante to q gallop and
attacks the first mill before him. He runs
his lance into the sail, and is Whirled about
with much violence and tumbled over the
plain IN q very evil plight. Sancho comes TO
his assistance).
Enter SGmch0. Did | not warn you to have
9 care Of what you did, for they are nothing
but Windmille And no one could mistake
them but one that had the like in his head.
Don QMccte.-Consider, brother Sancho,
that this adventure, and others of like nature,
are adventures of cross ways, in which moth
ing is gained but a broken head, or the loss
Of an ear. Have patience, for adventures
will yet offer whereby Imay not only make
thee . clerk, but something yet greater;
The lions roar, the howl Of midnight wolves,
The sca]y serpents hiss, the ravens croak,
AC Dhl6b ~ ASAlu5 r1AAS bi3t sSA bhS iHL
The widows owl, the turtles plaintive moan,
With all the din of hells internal crew,
From my grieved soul forth issue in one sound;
Leaving my senses all confused and lost. .
For ali! no common language can express
The cruel pains that torture my sad heart.
Sancho.-Take care, sir, what you say, and
more what you do, for I would not wish for
other windmills to finish, the milling and
MASKING of your senses. II | might talk SO
much as I used to do, perhaps ! might give
suck reasons that your honor would see you
were mistaken.
Don Qulrote.-How can [ be mistaken in
what I do, INSCRIPTIONS traitor? Go, hold
your peace. For now I must ayenge the
majesty Of this our law, and sit in judgment
on my accusers.
Bancho.-A Daniel come to judgment.
There are those who are forced to serve this
court, and they may rot IN yon foul dungeon
ere I again advise its majesty. No, even all
the powers of earth and wind and water shall
combine, there be no other course for him
but hurl defiance at them, and crown him.
self, even though with but the tinsel crown
and scepter of theatrical nobility.
Don Quia0te.-Be quiet, slave; thy bah.
bling tongue do but give my thoughts away
unto the worlds cold jests. But it shall new
er pass that the dignity Of this most august
court shall be belittled, and the renowned
Knight of La Mancha let it pass unchalleng-
ed. No, not even If it come before me as
the empty wind-for even empty wind do
move the clouds above us, and provoke in
to action the forked lightning and the mighty
storm.
Who dares the findings OF this court to TRACE
Shall meet Don Quixote face oface.
1.-THE curtain taHs).