The Pirate Page #8

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That was merely an appetizer.

Your Excellency, now we come

to the pinnacle of our entertainment...

...an experiment in the new, sensational

science of animal magnetism...

...taught me by the great

Mesmer himself.

Oh, Mesmer. I knew him very well.

I was fascinated by his science.

Then, of course, Your Excellency knows

the principles of the great Mesmer.

In short...

...hypnosis.

Hypnosis.

And now, ladies and gentlemen,

before your very eyes...

...I shall perform this experiment.

I shall need someone to help me,

but it must be the right person.

Control cannot be exercised

over everyone.

I have failed with the confused,

with the rebellious, with the recalcitrant.

To perform the experiment ideally...

...I must find a person whose character

and background are above reproach.

I see we have a volunteer.

We'll have none of that here,

young man.

Seora, you have spoiled what promised

to be a very interesting experiment.

Your Excellency, you do not realize.

This man has powers that are...

Quiet. Quiet. Stand back.

Don't speak to her.

If you wake her, it may kill her.

She's in a trance.

Oh, Manuela, not again.

Come, pure spirit. Come with me.

- I forbid it. It's a disgrace.

- Sit down, Don Pedro.

Gracious lady, if you have any wish...

...express it freely to me.

I who am your friend.

- I wish th...

- Yes?

- I wish...

- Black magic.

I won't have him practice black magic

on my future wife.

- It's an outrage.

- Hold your tongue, Don Pedro.

I will not have this performance ruined

by your possessiveness.

Excellency, will you please tell him

this is not flirtation, it is science?

- It is science.

- Whatever. I don't like it.

I demand that you hold your tongue.

Proceed, sir, with your mesmerism.

Manuela, are you afraid?

No, no.

What is your wish, Manuela?

What is your wish?

I ask for very little...

...only to be allowed...

...to worship at your feet, Macoco.

My prince of pirates.

Let them do with you what they will.

It makes no difference.

Your spirit and your legend

will live on through the ages.

Oh, I worship you for your immortal

deeds, your fearlessness, your daring.

Destiny has been harsh.

It has given me the vision of you,

only to snatch it away...

...but I shall carry your image

in my heart, cherishing it, loving it.

I shall dedicate my life

to the memory of you.

But, Manuela, you are to be married

to Don Pedro, the most pious...

...the most upright...

- The most piddling of all men.

A namby-pamby who dares not leave

this village...

...a catchpenny who's afraid

even of the sea.

Oh, but you, Macoco.

You, you have slashed across

this world...

...your bold pattern of imagination.

You are a glorious prism

that dazzles me...

...with all of its facets.

Love of my life

Life of my love

I used to pray

And pray you'd hear me

Love of my life

Angels above

Sent you at last

To stay always near me

Now we are one

Never to part

And nevermore

Need I implore you

To miss me

Come to my arms

Come to my heart

Kiss me

Kiss me

Come to me

Come to me

Love of my life

Macoco!

I've had enough of this.

This marionette, strutting around

pretending to be the Black Macoco.

Do you think a runt like that

could handle a crew of cutthroats?

Do you think real men would risk

their necks to serve under him?

If you want to worship Macoco,

then worship me.

It was I who was the terror

of the Caribbean.

The most feared and hated man

who ever sailed a ship.

At the mere mention of my name...

...armed fleets would slink

into their harbors.

Whole populations would flee

to the hills...

...when my ship

came in sight of land...

...my name was like thunder,

rolling in from the sea.

I am this man you worship.

I am Macoco.

Not this greasepaint hero.

This puny, rabbit-hearted,

white-livered buffoon.

I am Macoco.

Ladies and gentlemen, don't move,

don't stir, the best is still to come.

We have a new star

in our brilliant galaxy of players...

...the beautiful, the beguiling,

the divine Manuela.

Be a clown, be a clown

All the world loves a clown

Show 'em tricks

Tell 'em jokes

And you'll only stop with top folks

Dress in huge, baggy pants

And you'll ride the road to romance

A butcher or a baker

Ladies never embrace

A barber for a beau

Would be a social disgrace

They all'll come to call

If you can fall on your face

Be a clown, be a clown, be a clown

Be a clown, be a clown

All the world loves a clown

Be a crazy buffoon

And the demoiselles 'll all swoon

Be a crack jackanapes

And they'll imitate you like apes

Why be a great composer

With your rent in arrears?

Why be a major poet

And you'll owe it for years

When crowds 'll pay to giggle

If you wiggle your ears?

Be a clown, be a clown, be a clown

Be a clown, be a clown

All the world loves a clown

Be the poor silly ass

And you'll always travel first class

Give 'em quips, give 'em fun

And they'll pay to say you're A- 1

If you become a farmer

You've the weather to buck

If you become a gambler

You'll be stuck with your luck

But jack, you'll never lack

If you can quack like a duck

Be a clown, be a clown, be a clown

Be a clown, be a clown

Be a clown

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