Scene 1
[Setting: A luxurious but imposing room in the palace of Athens. Theseus reclines in a window-seat, gazing wistfully outside.]
[Enter Peirithous, swaggering.]
Peirithous: Theseus, well met!
Theseus: Perry! Figging awesome!
[Theseus jumps up and exchanges a secret handshake with Peirithous, ending with them wiggling hands at each other manfully.]
Peirithous: Thought I’d surprise you with a visit. What’re you up to?
Theseus: (sighs) I was looking out the window, thinking how lousy it is to be fifty years old.
Peirithous: I hear ya, man. Not like the old days, is it?
Theseus: No. No more beating up minotaurs, no more seducing pretty women and dumping them on islands, no more getting my dad killed by forgetting to change the sail, no more getting my son killed by calling on Poseidon to punish him for something he didn’t do; and Phaidra, the old tart, went and did herself in for accusing him. I mean, if you feel that bad about it, just don’t accuse him in the first place, am I right?
Peirithous: So right. But hey, what about that Amazon I helped you pick up that one time? She in the picture anywhere?
Theseus: Ugh! No, what a tiresome boar she turned into. Now don’t you believe any stories that say I stabbed her myself when her people came to get her! She was a pain but don’t let anybody tell you I had to fight her as an equal! No way! I just kicked her out and sent her back to Thema-whatsis.
Peirithous: Cool, man, it’s cool. So, like, that means you’re back to the single life, right? Me too.
Theseus: Hippodameia?
[Peirithous mimes cutting his throat with a finger.]
Theseus: Too bad, too bad.
Peirithous: Yeah, well, easy come, easy go.
Theseus: Yeah.
[The two men sigh and sit down.]
Peirithous: We should both get younger wives! A coupla hot babes that’ll make the other heroes jealous. What good is getting older if it doesn’t let you pick up chicks a third your age? They love the stability and wealth, you know.
Theseus: Too true. But you know what would be really awesome?
Peirithous: What?
Theseus: If we both got ourselves hitched to daughters of Zeus. How’s that for status?
Peirithous: Whoa. Hard-core, man.
Theseus: Well, hey, I’m a king, right? And Poseidon’s son, right?
Peirithous: Except for the dad you got killed with that sail thing.
Theseus: Details, details. Poseidon’s my father when it helps me. Anyway, daughters of Zeus, right? We’re worth it.
Peirithous: Yeah, but—who? I’m not stupid enough to go after Athena. (Please don’t strike me dead, Athena.)
Theseus: No, no, no! Not her, I mean like—
Peirithous: Helen!
Theseus: Helen?
Peirithous: Yeah, Leda’s daughter.
Theseus: Dude. She’s, like, seven years old.
Peirithous: Ten.
Theseus: Seven.
Peirithous: Ten! But either way, it doesn’t matter. She’s a daughter of Zeus, nobody’s claimed her yet, and she’s not gonna stay ten—
Theseus: Seven.
Peirithous:—ten forever. She’ll get older, we just have to put her aside a few years so she can age like a good wine.
Theseus: Y’know, you’re right.
Peirithous: When I’m right, I’m right.
Theseus: And you’re right! Let’s go get her.
[Exeunt.]
Scene 2
[Theseus and Peirithous enter, hot and sweaty, dropping armor on the floor beside the door.]
Theseus: Whooo, man, that sure was easy!
Peirithous: You know it! We still got it! But, well, ya gotta admit this was easier with her brothers out of town.
Theseus: Ffff! We’d’a licked em if they’d been there! They might be somebody someday, but right now they’re still just hatchlings compared to us! Did they ever take on a herd of raging centaurs and came out ahead?
Peirithous: Good times, man, good times! But speaking of hatchlings, whatta we do with Helen now that we’ve got her?
Theseus: Whadda you mean?
Peirithous: I mean, like, there’s one of her and two of us. She can’t marry us both.
Theseus: Oh, right.
[The two men sit and think for a time, each with his chin in one hand.]
Peirithous: I’ve got it! Wait, no. . . .
{The two men think slightly longer.]
Theseus: Oh! Of course! We’ll roll dice for her!
Peirithous: Dice? Okay, but . . . what about the one who loses? What does he get?
Theseus: I’m thinking, like, the loser gets to pick some other wife, and the winner helps him get her, no matter who it is.
Peirithous: But not Athena.
Theseus: Okay, not Athena.
Peirithous: Or Artemis.
Theseus: Yes, absolutely, not Artemis. (No offense, mighty Artemis, just honoring your maiden-tude.)
Peirithous: Well, fine. I’m in. Winner gets Helen, loser gets other hot chick of his choice.
Theseus: Agreed.
[Both men spit in their palms, turn their backs to each other, and shake hands forcefully in the space between them.]
Peirithous: (wiping hand on tunic) They do say Helen’s gonna be wicked gorgeous when she grows up.
Theseus: (laughing) Once her plumage comes in!
[Peirithous winces.]
[The two men get out Theseus’s nicest bone dice and sit on the floor and play.]
Theseus: I win! Helen is mine!
Peirithous: Aw, man.
Theseus: Tough figgies, dude. So, who’s your pick? Thought it out yet?
Peirithous: (rubbing chin) I’m thinking . . . Persephone.
Theseus: . . .
Peirithous: I hear she’s majorly cute. And she’s gotta be ready to break out of the underworld the rest of the year, right?
Theseus: whut
Peirithous: C’mon, man! She’s a daughter of Zeus too! And just think how much my people will save on crop labor, cause her mom’ll be greateful that her daughter’s not trapped below in Gloom-polis anymore.
Theseus: Dude. I was talking about mortal daughters of Zeus.
Peirithous: Well we didn’t say no goddesses. Just not Athena and not Artemis.
Theseus: You coulda at least picked Aphrodite.
Peirithous: She’s not a daughter of Zeus.
Theseus: That’s not the story I heard.
Peirithous: Well you better hear again, only, well, never mind that story. Point is, you spat on it, agreed to help me take whoever I chose.
Theseus: Ugh. (sighs, and stands) Well, a deal’s a deal. And if you can’t raid the underworld for your best friend, who can you do it for?
Peirithous: (also stands) Too right! So put on your worst sandals and grab some doggie treats, it’s time to barge in on the dead!
[Exeunt, grabbing armor.]
• Moral: Theseus was a lout. •
