Maria Dolores, the Impaled and Buried Virgin
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When I emphatically refused the importunate offer of a young man, he accused me of great theft.
How I protested my innocence!
No, it was not theft!
But in spite of all my protestations of innocence, they condemned me to death.
They impaled me on a stake and buried me alive.
Relics that are needed as objects of interaction on stage:
Metal pipes / Lyre (yoke lute)
Monologue of the saint, derived from the infinitive sequence of the left and right half of the stage:
Left half: lie together, laugh, roughen, stand, slap, have been
Right half: take back, keep, lost, ring out, sound, miss, insist
Maria-Dolores’s monologue:
Look at the metal tubes! Depending on how high I hit them, they make different sounds.
This is wonderful! I always wanted to play the lyre to praise the Lord Jesus. These tubes are all I have left.
The count's father was blind and deaf. He could not even remember where the lyre was. God knows, if he played it two or three times, it was a lot! So I took it.
No, it was not theft! It was to praise God! If the old man had asked me where the lyre was, I would have told him, "I borrowed it to praise God!"
That's when the stable boy saw me. When I did not want to please him, he betrayed me.
Listen carefully, my beloved sisters and brothers, I want to tell you what you must do so that the same terrible fate does not happen to you:
Put the cell phone down. Make sure your hands are free and your legs lie close together. You must not laugh now! Take a piece of coarse sandpaper and roughen up your cheeks. Yes, you should stand up for this. Now your cheeks will turn red. Just like when the person you love the most has sent you a heart message. If your cheeks are not red enough, you can slap yourself with both hands. Please, not too hard! If the rough spots bleed, it must have been too hard!
Now it is too late to take it back! If you bleed, you have ruined everything! You were too stupid to follow my instructions! If it bleeds, you can keep all the tools for now; the coarse sandpaper, the rubber gloves, the bag of chicken manure, Dad's hammer drill. Make sure nothing gets lost!
Yes, time is up!
Let's sing a song of praise as we say goodbye.
I'll let it ring out.
Oh, I'll miss you all!
We will see each other again next June 18th.
I must insist on that.
Play on Stage / Maria Dolores, Impaled and Buried
The faces of the suffering of Maria Dolores