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 <title>House of The Gods</title>
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 <description>&lt;div class=&quot;field field-name-field-work-date-published field-type-date field-label-hidden&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;field-items&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;field-item even&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;date-display-single&quot; property=&quot;dc:date&quot; datatype=&quot;xsd:dateTime&quot; content=&quot;2018-07-16T00:00:00+01:00&quot;&gt;Mon, 07/16/2018&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;field field-name-body field-type-text-with-summary field-label-hidden&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;field-items&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;field-item even&quot; property=&quot;content:encoded&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;An excerpt from beginning of the opera&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;field field-name-field-work-excerpt field-type-text-long field-label-hidden&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;field-items&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;field-item even&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;ACT ONE – PROLOGUE&lt;br /&gt;
DOCK STREET, OUTSIDE THE HALFWAY HOUSE PUB. &lt;br /&gt;
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AN AUTUMN NIGHT, 1916. GAS LAMPS SPLUTTER IN THE GLOOM AS THE MIST ROLLS OFF THE RIVER AND PAST THE HALFWAY HOUSE. OUTSIDE THE DOOR IS AN ABANDONED TEA-CHEST. PEELING OFF THE SOOTY WALL IS A FADING RECRUITMENT POSTER FEATURING BELGIAN MAIDEN-IN-DISTRESS THREATENED BY BRUTISH HUN.  &lt;br /&gt;
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THE PROLOGUE IS PERFORMED DOWNSTAGE, “FRONT OF CURTAIN” STYLE, BEFORE A TRUCKED FLAT OF THE FRONT OF “THE HALFWAY HOUSE”, AN OLD GRIMY PUB WITH A PRACTICAL DOOR AND A WINDOW.  A SIGN OVER THE DOOR, READS “THE HALFWAY HOUSE” IN BOLD LETTERS.  BEHIND THIS, THE REST OF THE STAGE IS SET FOR SCENE ONE AND IS IN DARKNESS.&lt;br /&gt;
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ALONG THE STREET COMES JACK O’CONNER, A SOLDIER IN HIS EARLY THIRTIES, WEARY AND THE WORSE FOR DRINK, KIT-BAG ON SHOULDER AND BOTTLE OF GIN IN THE POCKET OF HIS GREATCOAT. HE DROPS HIS KIT-BAG, UPTURNS THE TEA CHEST, SITS ON IT, AND SWIGS HIS LAST DROP OF GIN. &lt;br /&gt;
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JACK GLARES AT THE BOTTLE IN FRUSTRATION – HE’S NOWHERE NEAR DRUNK ENOUGH YET - BUT, THEN, SEEING SOME CITIZENS OUT FOR THE NIGHT [THE AUDIENCE] HAS AN INSPIRATION. HE STUFFS THE BOTTLE BACK IN HIS POCKET, STANDS UP, AND SETS HIS SIGHTS ON A WEALTHY LOOKING PASSER BY.&lt;br /&gt;
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JACK&lt;br /&gt;
Evening, sir. No - &lt;br /&gt;
Stop – don’t go!&lt;br /&gt;
[TURNING TO ANOTHER]&lt;br /&gt;
Out for the night, sir? No offence!&lt;br /&gt;
I can see you’re not short of a penny &lt;br /&gt;
- nor you, madam! Two pence - &lt;br /&gt;
Two pennies, ladies an’ gents, for a cup of tea?&lt;br /&gt;
All right, then - Gin! &lt;br /&gt;
Soldier on leave &lt;br /&gt;
- wants to get plastered – a sin?&lt;br /&gt;
Two pennies, that’s all - one for each eye.&lt;br /&gt;
Blind drunk! Then what I can’t see won’t hurt me!&lt;br /&gt;
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 <pubDate>Mon, 16 Jul 2018 07:41:02 +0000</pubDate>
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