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This is the opening scene of the play.
As lights come up, Dædalus' workshop is revealed. It is in the center of the Labyrinth, so there are five passageways leading away from the room. There are stairs, leading to the roof, disappearing offstage. Dædalus is at his work table, mixing a potion. Icarus is making paper airplanes, draped in a chair. He throws airplanes at intervals thoughout the scene.
Dædalus: (reading) "Chop mushrooms fine, then add to mixture..." (He does.) "Add three drops of virgin's blood..." (To Icarus.) Thank you for supplying that, my boy.
Icarus: No sweat. (He throws an airplane.)
Dædalus: None indeed. (He carefully measures out three drops of the blood.) "Add three spoonfuls of sugar. (He does.) Add thyme, cloves, cardamom and tarragon, as desired; use discretion." Definitely. (Putting them in as he speaks) Just a dash of cardamom, a pinch of tarragon, a nick of thyme... Get it?
Dædalus: Get it? A Nick of Thyme?
Icarus: What? Oh, yeah. That's funny. (Throws an airplane.)
Dædalus: Never mind, never mind... (Pause. He picks up the cloves, unsure how many to put in... then:) What's your favorite number?
Dædalus: Three cloves, then (Puts them in.) "Dilute with water..." Okay. (He does.) "Stir gently with feather, then add feather." (He does.) "Add saliva." (Hocks a loogie into it.) "Remove feather and wrap in linen." (He does. He now has a small bundle.) "Place wrapped feather in a dark, fecund place for three weeks, or until ready." (Pause.) Icarus?
Icarus: Yeah, dad?
Dædalus: Can you think of anyplace around here that’s fecund?
Icarus: What's "fecund" mean?
Dædalus: It means generative, fertile, productive. With the connotation of being dark and wet. Can you think of anyplace like that around here?
Icarus: For what? Another experiment?
Dædalus: Not an experiment, a trial.
Icarus: What's the difference?
Dædalus: A trial has been done before. I'm just doing it again.
Icarus: I was going to suggest the bread box, but not if you're going to be growing things again. I still get sick thinking of the moldy cheeses I found in there the last time you were trying to "create life". What are you going to put in there?
Dædalus: It's a surprise.
Icarus: Then I don't want it near the food. Remember the fruit flies, when you...
Dædalus: (Overlapping) All right, all right...
Icarus: ...forgot about them in the closet and you didn't tell me or Andrew and...
Dædalus: I said I was sorry about that...
Icarus: ...they infested the labyrinth and Andrew had to find a new...
Dædalus: (Shutting him up) All right! You don't have to go on about it. This is different. You'll like this.
Icarus: What is it?
Dædalus: I told you: a surprise.
Icarus: For me? A present?
Dædalus: The present's for both of us, but it's a surprise.
Icarus: What is it? Come on, I can't stand waiting.
Dædalus: If I told you now, it wouldn't be a surprise.
The Opening Scene
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This is where the gods play games with the lives of men,
on a board which is at one and the same time a simple playing
area and the whole world.
Fate always wins. Most of the gods throw dice but Fate plays chess, and you don't find out until too late that he's been using two queens all along.
Fate wins. At least, so it is claimed. Whatever happens, they say afterwards, it must have been Fate.
-Terry Pratchett, Interesting Times