Tannakin (Scene 11)

scene 11
a shakespearean feud
Edward has been having an affair with anne vavasour.She is pregnant.He is the father but denies responsibility.Vavasours family are furious.Sir thomas knyvet is her uncle.
Edward spends his nights touring london pubs with geoffrey fenton and his gang.Edward is in an inn with his gang.Edward sits at a table with a whore on his lap.Fenton approaches edward and sits down next to him.
'where will it be next sire? ', fenton asks.
'the continent', replies edward.
Fenton thinks for a moment.He looks into edwards eyes, 'the continent sire.Are you sure? '.Edward nods, 'the continent'.
Fenton, still looking into edwards eyes, smiles then begins to laugh.
'then the continent it shall be sire'.
Fenton jumps up on the table and shouts to his gang, 'brothers, we are off to the continent, who will join us? '.The gang all raise their beer mugs and cheer.Fenton, still standing on the table, looks down at edward, as if looking for confirmation.Edward nods.Fenton raises his mug, 'to the earl of oxford and the continent', he shouts.The whole inn cheers.The drunken debauchery continues.
Edward and his gang exit the pub.They walk down the street.It is early morning and the sun is rising.Coming round the corner in their direction is thomas knyvet and his gang.The gangs approach one another.Knyvet recognizes edward and stops.Edward and his gang continue on.Knyvet calls to edward, 'de vere, you are a scoundrel and a knave'.
Fenton advises edward, 'me lord, ignore them, they're just looking for trouble'.They continue on.
Knyvet turns to his men, 'I see not a lion but a whelp'.His men laugh.
Edward stops, turns to knyvet, 'it is true knyvet, i may be a whelp, but you sir, are a mongrel'.
Knyvet is furious, 'how dare you! ', he shouts.He reaches for his sword, edward does the same.The swords are drawn and they rush towards each other.Fenton and the gang follow edward into the fray.The gangs clash, a sword fight ensues in the street.
Fenton drops one of knyvet's men.He then rushes to edwards aid, but it is too late.Edward lunges at knyvet, knyvet parries, steps to the side and brings his blade down upon edwards right forearm.Edward drops his sword and falls to his knees.Fenton arrives and knocks knyvet to the ground, he takes edwards arm and assess' the damage.The wound is deep, to the bone.The ligaments and tendons have been severed.Fenton rips off his shirt and applies a tourniquet.Edward is unconscious from loss of blood.They pick him up and bundle him onto a horse.Knyvet blocks their way.Fenton looks down at knyvet, their eyes lock.Edward is the queens favourite, if he dies they will be both be executed.Knyvet realizes this and steps aside.The gang gallop off to burghley house.
At burghley's the gang carry edward into the foyer.Anne hearing the commotion comes running down from her chamber.She directs the gang into the kitchen.They lay edward on a bench and leave.Anne and the servants attend edward.Fenton is beside anne.Anne and fenton are friends.When fenton is travelling on the continent, he often sends anne the latest books on science, mathematics, the classics etc.He address' anne, 'sorry mam, I tried to warn him but he wouldn't listen'.Anne reassures him, 'of course geoffrey', she knows what edward is like.Fenton bows and exits.Anne and the servants dress his wounds and clean him up.They carry him to his chambers.
Anne has a cabinet where she keeps her medicines.She is well read and has knowledge of the healing and antibiotic properties of plants.She keeps a garden in the yard specifically for this purpose.She mixes poppy extracts to ease edwards pain.Anne stays with edward day and night, caring for him.She is a loyal and faithful wife.Edward will eventually recover although his right arm will be useless.
// this poem may contain copying errors

by John Fenton Mcleish

Comments (5)

Enjoyable and memorable. Children can teach us a lot of things when they let their imaginations fly. There are not limits.
Cardboard boxes make such wonderful vehicles. You have provoked many happy memories with your poem. Kindest Regards, Irene
Aisha, a clever and imaginative expression of friendship... well done! ! Brian
Simple, charming, beautifully constructed, nostalgic and tender.
Aww this poem is so cute, I love it!