Back The Golden Age
Chapters (10)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Page
  3. Playwright’s Biography
  4. FIRST PRODUCTION
  5. CHARACTERS
  6. SETTING
  7. ACT ONE
  8. ACT TWO
  9. NOTES AND GLOSSARY

pass ’elly gate t’ goldy dell. [We passed through hell’s gate to get to the golden valley.]

p.51 AYRE: [to BETSHEB] Pearly dawn pass glommen time, thou pass demon time. Pass tempest ’n’ temper time. [If you can survive night-time, then dawn will come and you will have survived another night of demons and the wilds and anger of nature.]

p.53 BETSHEB: Goldy green breathen int’ thee, rain breathen int’ thee. [Nature is breathing into you, the rain is breathing into you.]

The earth breathen int’ thee. Thou mus’ live! [The earth breathes into you. You must live!]

[breathing into AYRE’s mouth] I am in thee, thee in me. [Thumping AYRE] Breathen! Breathen the tempest! Breathen the rain! [Crying out, desperately] Breathen the world! Thee must breathen the world! [I am in you, you in me. Breathe! Breathe in the rain! Breathe in the world! You must breathe in the world!]

Breathen! Breathen the world! The world is breathen thee! Mumma! Breathen! [Breathe! Breathe in the world! The world is breathing you! Mumma! Breathe!]

p.54 BETSHEB: Pass snow; nowt more outcastin’. [Once it has finished snowing, his exile will be over.]

p.55 BETSHEB: The belly o’ ’er quim. Lovely. [Her belly is full. It’s lovely.]

Francis outcastin’; come back ’n’ look at ’is belle ’n’ ’e think ‘the dead moon o’ me cunt’. [Francis is in exile, but when he comes back and looks at his girl he will think that I have a dead moon in my cunt.]

Me bod shakin’ like a leaf, out o’ the blue. [My body shakes like a leaf; these attacks come on suddenly.]

Me bod in the toothy bite o’ a bad dream. [My body is in the toothy bite of a bad dream.]

p.58 BETSHEB: ’E me las’ blood. Stef is me las’ blood. I am cast t’ the windy. He me las’ blood boyo. [Stef is my last relative, the last of my family. I am cast adrift. He was the last male member of the family.]

p.63 BETSHEB: [screaming] Nowt more! [No more!]

p.70 BETSHEB: [happily] Rack ’n’ cat o’ the windy, bumpin’ thru the trees. [The wind sounds like the rack and cat as it blows through the trees.]