Savior Of The World
This is an original one Act play which takes place in a Romanesque
room with portico overlooking a panoramic view of a Spanish village with its harbor below.
The cast of character includes:
Manuel -- a causally dressed older man with aristocratic bearing, but a very light-hearted
and comedic personality.
Pedro -- a casually dressed younger man with a much more serious disposition
Humberto -- nearly as old as Manuel, he is very conservatively dressed, but much more
theatrical in manner and expressiveness than the other two.
Juan -- A male voice that is heard from beyond the portico, off stage.
Servants -- (8, unnamed) younger men and/or women. They have no spoken parts, but are
called on-stage to “tidy” and rearrange the set. One or two could actually be stationed on
the stage for dramatic effect.
[The scene opens with Manuel lying on the bed and Pedro standing in the open portico
gazing absently at the village and harbor below.]
(Sitting up and moving to the side of the bed. He looks to the side of the
portico to gaze at the view of the village and harbor.) Aaahh, such a good
morning. The sun shines brightly in the Eastern sky. There is not a cloud to be
seen. A soft, cool breeze blows from the East, off the Mediterranean. It is a
(Upon hearing Manuel speak, Pedro turns to look at him) Do you speak to me,
(with light-humor) Of course, I do! Do you see anyone else in the room? Do
you think that I talk to the sun and the wind?
I am sorry, sir. You were not looking in my direction. I did not realize that you
were speaking to me.
(looking straight at him now, but with a deadpan expression) We have been
friends for so long that I no longer have to look at you in order to sense your
presence. I knew you were there.
Besides, there are times when it certainly must appear that I talk to the sun and
the wind. I talk to myself enough these days.
(He gets up and walks to the edge of the room and looks out over the village with
obvious satisfaction and pleasure.)
(Turning to look directly at Pedro, again) Or, is it the other way around? Do I
really just talk to the sun and the wind? Is all of the rest merely and illusion? A
(speaking warmly) People would think of you as a lunatic if that were the case,
And how do the people think of me, dear Pedro?
(Speaking proudly, boastfully) They think of you as their Savior!
Savior?! (he spits it out in surprise and shock) Me?! Surely, you jest. This is
me, Manuel, you are talking about. A man of weakness and sin.
(Smugly) Perhaps that is true, but it is of no consequence. The people in this
village, indeed, in this entire region of Espana, they know you. They love you as
a friend, because they know you care about them. You love them.
(very flippantly) I could not possibly have so many affairs.
That is not what I mean.
Then you must mean feelings. Therefore, you must also know how I feel
Si! I cherish our friendship more than life itself. I would do for you all that you
Such noble and valiant words, friend Pedro. I pray that you shall never be put
to the test.
I share that prayer, too, amigo, but for different reasons. Like all of the people
of this area, I am so very proud of you and what you have made us all become.
(Questioning) Become? I do not invent people. I have not made anyone
become anything. At best, I may have helped a few people achieve some of the
things they wanted in their lives. Sepio’s plan was simple: help people fulfill
their goals. Sepio and I tried to organize a way to help people accomplish some
of the goals they had for their own lives. That was all.
Is that all? That is quite an accomplishment. indeed, it is a miracle!
Miracle? (Laughing) I see no miracle (chuckles again lightly). Again, you
joke with me.
(Slightly indignant) It is no joke. These people, they know that you care about
them -- as a friend.
(Smiling) Well, of course, I do. I am their friend. I know them. I joke with
them. This is not so many people. Several hundred, perhaps.
(Smiling at being able to correct him) No, Manuel, several thousand. There are
a great many people who love you dearly. They know that you are care about
each one of them, personally. For many of these people, you are closer than their
family. For that reason, they respect and trust your leadership.
(Knowing he cannot win) Ah, it is not I they love so much; it is God. I am
but a mere facilitator, an instrument with which to accomplish good, and create a
Yes. That is certainly true. And the people know that you are blessed of God.
They love you for this, too.
(With self-deprecating humor) Touched in the head, do you not mean?
Oh, Pedro. You cannot continue this charade. I am no more blessed than any
other man. We are all God’s children. As children, we are often overwhelmed
by our own sense of self-importance. Whenever that happens, one is sure to fall
flat on their face (showing a little sympathy).
That is what is happening to you. You grossly overestimate the sense of my
importance, and perhaps therefore you own. I am but a mere man.
As we all are....
You are impossible, Pedro. Impossible! Perhaps that is why I like you so
much (He smiles broadly).
Perhaps, that may be true.
Perhaps? Perhaps? Do you ever commit yourself to anything?
Oh, yes. My love for you.
(With exasperation) Oh, Pedro. You, dear friend, are impossible. But, still I
simply cannot do without you. Just as I cannot do without Sepio.
Ah, Sepio. Now, he is your savior. There is the man who developed the ideas
and plans which now make our valley so peaceful and happy. It is Sepio who is
the real genius you honor. I have been only his comic accomplice. I am only his
companion, and friend.
Like I am to you?
Yes, dear Pedro. Exactly. Thank you for pointing that out. You must know
exactly how I feel when I tell you how desperately I miss him and how much I
wish that he were here. I want so very much to show him the beauty and splendor
of our happy valley. I want to show him how successful his plans have been. To
see him smile with pleasure at these accomplishments, would make me so happy
I have only, and always, wanted so much for his dreams of leadership to come
true. And, now I am so lonely without his steady presence to lean upon.
(Looking past Manuel and beyond the harbor, he speaks excitedly) Manuel,
I see a sail on the horizon!
(turns abruptly toward the sea) I think you are right! Could it possibly be
Sepio? Oh, I so hope that it is.
(Still excited) Shall I fetch a spy glass?
Yes! Please do! Oh, we must decide how to welcome our guests, whoever
they are. Perhaps markings on the sails will give us a clue as to who they are,
and how we should welcome them.
(Pedro exists stage on the opposite side from the portico and quickly returns with two spy
glasses. He walks directly to Manuel and had him one. They both raise the glasses to
their eyes and peer at the horizon.)
(Speaking with excitement) I do believe that is the ship that brought you here
on your last return voyage from Rome.
(Hopefully restrained) Are you sure?
I am not sure, no. It does appear to have the same sail markings. It is a vessel
from the coast, South of Rome. They always fly a yellow vertical cross on their
(Smiling) Then it could be my friend Sepio coming to join us.
Make ready for a banquet! We must feast with our guest from Rome. There will
surely be news of Sepio. Such a time for merriment!
(Taking charge) Pedro, would you go and meet this vessel when it docks, and
brings the guests straight to me? And, pass the word: this shall be a day of
rejoicing. Sepio may be joining us.
I will gladly do as you ask.
Very good. Then I will ready our humble abode for the banquet which we
(Pedro walks swiftly from the stage and Manuel pulls the bell rope, eight times, to
summons the servants. Very quickly, eight servants appear. They quickly cluster, as a
group, in front of Manuel.)
(Very warmly) We have seen a sail on the horizon. It has the markings of a
vessel from the Italian coast, South of Rome. It may bring our friend Sepio; it
surely bears news of him. We must prepare a banquet. We should feast for all
good and joyous occasions. Let us prepare this meager shelter for the celebration
of our great joy.
(Each of the eight busy themselves with removing the bed from the stage and setting up
several low tables and bringing in cushions which are set in clusters on the floor. They
also set up a small stage, when it is ready two musicians walk to the stage, and take up
position there. Each carries a small stool, with one holding a flute and the other a lute.
Manuel walks around the room and visits with each of the servants as they work. He
helps them with their tasks. As they were he carries on a whispered conversation with
each of them. This preparation takes only a minute or two. When everything is nearly
ready -- there should be a couple of cushions left to add:)
Senior, Manuel! The ship has reached the dock. The guest is on his way here!
(Calling to the voice off stage) Thank you, Juan!
(He turns back to look about the room) Fortunately, we are nearly ready.
(The last few cushions are pushed into place and most of the servants disappear from the
(Speaking to one of the remaining servants) Set the wine on the table. Let us
make ready for a great celebration!
(Manuel walks to the edge of the portico, and moves has close to the edge of the stage as
he can get without disappearing from the audience’s sight.)
(As if calling down the street) My dear friend, Humberto, welcome to Espana!
Does your friend and master, Sepio, come with you?
(After a moment, Humberto enters from the portico. He shakes hands in a double hand
shake with Manuel, and is hugged by Manuel in a warm embrace.)
(Swallowing hard) He does not, my Lord, Manuel.
(Very warmly) Please, my friend Humberto. Here I am not a Lord. The
Roman Senate is but a distant memory. Here, I am but a man. A friend to all
who are my friends. (Smiling) And here, all are my friends.
The plans of our mutual friend Sepio are as successful as he dreamed they would
be. Pray tell, what word have you of him?
(Pedro enters solemnly, and stands quietly in the background.)
I bear words of great sadness, don Manuel. Word that can only offend the
dignity of your ears. If it shall be your wish, I will instantly cut out my offending
tongue, which must utter such sad tidings. (He takes his sword from its
Put away your weapon. You are not capable of any wrong against dear Sepio.
Pray, tell me your news. Is my beloved companion ill?
He is not ill, my Lord. He is dead. Moreover, there is a legion of Roman
troops on their way to kill you, my Lord. And me, too.
(Manuel silently recoils in shock.)
There. I have performed my duty. I have spoken this terrible message which you
have no wish to hear. (He, again, takes his sword from the scabbard.) Say the
word, and I shall cut out my tongue which has so offended your dignity and
(Speaking calmly) Humberto, hand your weapon to Pedro. You are in no
condition to hold a blade. You shall surely harm yourself.
(Humberto steps toward Pedro and hands it, handle first, to him. Pedro leans it against
the wall, next to the opening of the portico.)
(As Humberto turns back toward him, Manuel continues) I am so puzzled and
confused by this news. I know not how to respond. Is there no explanation?
There is, my Lord.
Tell it, friend Humberto. Then, tell it!
You may recall that Sepio admonished you in the Senate chamber and
ordered you to your residence, but that I met you at the steps of the Senate and,
instead, escorted you to the port and passage to Spain.
Yes, I remember. I was so confused at these events until you told me that
Sepio did not mean what he said; that this was a plan of his to confuse the
Senate Leadership who opposed his decentralization ideas.
That is so. But, I was not completely honest with you. Sepio had already
been financially ruined. He was severely in debt. Cassius and Orphretus bought
up his obligations and demanded their payment in full, under penalty of death.
Sepio knew that he could not fulfill his debts, and that once they had disposed of
him, they would do the same to you.
He pretended to be afraid of death. He tricked them into believing that he would
deliver you into their hands if his life was to be spared. That is why he ordered
you to your house. They were going to arrest you the moment you arrived home.
So, instead, Sepio had you spirit me out of Rome knowing full well that this
meant certain death for him.
Yes, my Lord. Although Sepio did have a plan whereby he could escape to
Palermo? Why, Palermo?
To lead them away from you, dear sir.
And his plan, did it work?
Not as he had hoped. He did manage to conceal his way to Palermo. He did
lure Cassius and Orphretus to him there. He even managed to make them
promise to accept his life in exchange for your life. However, they have chosen
to disavow their pledge.
(Sadly) Oh, Humberto, this news grieves me so. And, my friend Sepio, did he
Death was swift. He knew no great suffering.
(Pointing outside, beyond the portico) I so much wanted him to see the
fruition of his dreams. His plans are successful. Here, there is happiness and joy
all around you.
And, now, in the midst of this great joy there is grief for the loss of our dearest
At my final departure from his side, Sepio asked that I deliver a parcel to
you. (Claps his hands twice. A servant enters bearing a shoebox-sized case. The
servant hands the case to Humberto (and then quietly exists the stage). Humberto
hands the case to Manuel) In the name of Sepio, eldest son of Malcolm, I present
his bequest for Manuel Melania, descendant of Trajan and honored Clarissimi of
(Accepts the box) I am humbled by the care and concern of my dear friend. I
accept his bequest, and his spirit as my own. (Manuel opens the box and looks
silently into it. Slowly he withdraws a beautiful gold Sun Medallion attached to a
heavy gold chain. Manuel sets the box on the edge of the table and puts the
medallion around his neck.)
(As soon as Manuel releases the medallion) may the spirit of Sepio bless
(puts his hand into the box and removes a small scroll. He begins to read it
silently, but begins crying and cannot finish it. He staggers to a cushion, and sits
down. After a moment, he looks to Humberto) Please, dear Humberto, join me
in my sorrow. I know that you grieve dearly for the loss of your friend. Sit here
with me (pointing to a nearby cushion) and listen to the eulogy Sepio has written
for us to remember him by.
Dear Pedro, please come read this scroll, so that all may hear.
(Walks to Manuel’s side and accepts the scroll. He stands straight and reads
firmly, but with feeling):
Believe in life.
As you live, look always to life and love.
Do those things which are good and helpful to others.
All acts of hurtfulness, of pride, of selfishness, of vengeance, carry with them
seeds of their own destruction.
Lust not for property or possessions -- otherwise, in the end they will own you,
not you them.
All that which has real value is found in the essence of life, and in the spirit of
As the spirit of life is love, the fulfillment of life comes only with the sharing of
love for all things.
Above all else, be good, kind and understanding with each other.
The spirit of life, the spirit of God, is in all things.
Love life fully, every moment of every day, and thou shalt have joy and happiness
Believe always in life.
Love Life always.
Sepio has written truth. There is nothing more to be said.
(Pedro hands the scroll back to Manuel, then returns to stand next to the doorway to the
portico. Manuel places teh scroll back in the box, on the table.)
There is one other matter of great concern, friend Manuel.
(Very seriously) What is that?
There is a Roman legion marching toward Spain for the purpose of
(With urgent animation) Give me the order, my Lord. I shall form and Army.
We shall defend you from this invasion.
(Curtly) You shall do no such thing. I will not trade the life of a single one of
my friends for my own. Have you not learned from Sepio’s selfless example?
Then, we shall help you escape.
There can be no escape. Wherever I go, they will follow. No, death must
surely come to us all. My time draws near.
(Defiantly) No! Say it is not so!
(Humoring him) Oh, my stubborn friend, do you not believe your own ears.
It must be so. There can be no other choice.
Humberto, what of yourself? Are you safe?
No. There are assassins waiting, should I ever return home, and I fear that
if my presence is discovered here, that I, too, shall perish.
Not so, dear friend. As Sepio had it within his presence to save my life -- at
least for a short while; so I have it within my power to save you.
You have said, this very day, that you love me more than life itself, and that
you would do all that I ask.
That is true.
I have need to ask your all.
Say it, and it shall be done.
Pedro, behold your brother, Humberto. Take him into your home and into
your heart. Care for him as if he, too, sprang from the womb of your mother and
carries the seed of your father. Introduce him to all you your friends, kin and
countrymen. Your brother has returned from Palermo, whence he long lived.
That is the feast that we shall, therefore, celebrate today. (Rising, full of
confidence) Come, let us prepare the banquet. Pedro’s long departed brother,
Humberto, now returns to the village of his -- spiritual -- birth. We welcome our
brother. He and our own dear Pedro must carry on the work only just begun.
There will be much that they must do long after I am gone.
(Speaking to Manuel) Humberto shall be my brother, as you have said. But,
what shall become of you?
Make ready the vessel in which Humberto arrived. It must return to its home
port on the next favorable tide. We cannot create unnecessary suspicions for the
When they arrive, they will find no battlements. They will think that they have
caught us by surprise. They will send spys into our village to scout out defenses
and the nature of my life.
They will find no preparation for war, or defense. They will find a peaceful,
happy, prosperous village living in harmony with the world.
They will find me doing what I always do; caring for my friends.
(A question asked in shock) You will not resist?!
Of course I will not resist. I am a comedian, a lover; I am not a soldier.
Frail human beings that we are, we too infrequently understand that the way one
chooses to die determines the way one lives their life. That understanding has
been made clear to me this day.
I choose to die happy. I choose to do what makes me most happy. Of all of the
things that I do, helping my friends provided me with the greatest sense of
happiness, satisfaction, and fulfillment.
I choose to love the people of this valley. All of them. As much as I can. As
often as I can. In as many ways as I can. I will do my utmost to bring happiness
to those I love. I will do anything I can, except hate.
My life shall end exactly as I intend to lead it: bringing joy and happiness to the
people around me.
There is one certainty. My assassin must know this: I am a many who dearly
loves a great many people, and I am deeply loved by these people. My assassin
must understand the personal responsibility for the grief that he will bring to this
valley. My assassin shall know the burden of this great guilt. That shall be
punishment enough. No hand shall be raised against him.
(He looks to Pedro and then Humberto) I command it.
(They each nod.)
I have one, final request of you Pedro, and of you, Humberto.
Speak and it shall be granted.
Your wish is my command.
It shall be your collective responsibility to carry on these great plans, once I am
gone. Complex rules easily become tedious and burdensome. I ask that you
follow but one rule in my behalf: help people. Do those things which help
people in the most positive ways.
Keep alive the words of Sepio. (He picks up the scroll) Let these words be felt
with all of your heart, and you shall be truly wise. Honor these precepts; herein
is the root of justice. Cherish these values always. They are the hop of mankind.
The examples that you and Sepio have set shall be with us always.
We shall do our very best to continue the happy prosperity that this fine land
I know that you will succeed. My blessing shall be with you always. (He goes
to Pedro and then to Humberto. He shakes hands -- double hand shakes -- with
each, and then embraces each of them.)
Now, let us celebrate. It shall be a time of great feasting. Our brother, Humberto,
whom we dearly love, returns to the bosom of our soul.
Today shall be a holiday (he starts to get into the spirit of celebration). Invite all
of our friends from the village, and the country side. We shall have a parade. We
have much to rejoice. The blessings of love are everywhere on this land.
A toast (he picks up the goblet of wine): The love that I have for you shall be
with you forever, and my spirit shall dwell with your spirit for all time. (He sips
the wine and passes the goblet to Pedro and then Humberto each sips and then
repeats the toast:)
The love that I have for you shall be with you forever, and my spirit shall dwell
with your spirit for all time.
The love that I have for you shall be with you forever, and my spirit shall
dwell with your spirit for all time. (He sets the goblet on the table)
(Stepping between the two men, he crocks an elbow around each of their
waists and leads them toward the portico) Come! Let us descend to the village
and spread our celebration across the land.
(Manuel -- in the middle -- leads them slowly off stage) It is time to begin our
(Now, for off stage, all voices slowly trail off, as if they are walking away)
Humberto, there is much for you to learn about our village. Why does the farmer
stake his sheep on the hill side?
I do no know.
Because there is no grass on the roof.... (muffled laughter from others and then silence.)
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