“Oh for a muse the choir
Who would ascend the brightest heathen to mention”
Emmy, who had quietly exited stage left to avoid the bombardment of rotton vegetables, gave Hugo a thumbs up and careful smile.
“A kingdom with a stage, princes that pack monarchies in swelling seas”
Hugo had memorised the ancient poem as a child. Even if the audience didn’t want to listen to tradition, he would give it to them. Tradition was important to Hugo, he had after all fought in the war to defend such things. The next bit would insult the audience event further - it names people from the past and not in a critical light either.
“Then should the warring Larry, like myself, upon an ass riding the poor man Mars, and with his feels, leashed and bound, should famine, sword and fire crouch to be employed”.
Truth be told, Hugo had little idea what the poem meant. He had decided with Emmy that the finale of their show would a recitation of a poem from a long dead author. His writings and memorials had long been lost. At one point before the war, this writer, whose name is now all but forgotten, was well known and respected but as is the case with modernity, society moved on and removed him.
Hugo was relying solely on human memory.
“The flat chested spirits have dared to build a scaffold to bring forth a great object”
As a kid Hugo had always thought this line was about women and so he mimed a very well endowed chest. This did not go well with the audience. Boos and hisses rose in volume, calls of “traitor”, “conservative” and “loyalist” became clearer through the cacophony of shuffling. Soon items were once again flying through the air.
Emmy’s mock-assuring smile had faded and seeing that the only outcome was a knocked-out Hugo, decided to cut the act short.
The curtain came down as Hugo continued his lines and just like the battle of Agincourt, which Hugo had yet to mention, Hugo’s failure of a show faded into history.