ACT ONE
1.1
Enter CAMILLA, Duchess of Cornwall, and KING CHARLES III.
CAMILLA.
My wondârous Charles you looked composed throughout
You did her proud, for as she would have liked
You never showed your pain, but stood instead
A virtuous man of dignity and grace.
Immovable, inscrutable as stone.
CHARLES.
Please donât. Itâs simply what I had to do.
Weâll find no dignity in covâring up
The way we feel. What son should, standing
Waiting at his motherâs grave, stop his tears?
CAMILLA.
Are you alright?
CHARLES.
My whole existence has like most of us
Been built upon the ones who gave me birth.
And now theyâre gone. Thatâs it. First Dad. Now Mum.
The only truth: I am alone.
CAMILLA.
Except for me.
CHARLES.
Itâs not the same, Camilla. The love, with us,
Itâs all my life, but never can replace
Parental word, a motherâs hand to hold.
But here â the others â back to statue â
Itâs Catherine, and William.
Enter WILLIAM, DUKE OF CAMBRIDGE and CATHERINE, DUCHESS OF CAMBRIDGE.
Hello! Youâre radiant, despite the grave
Restrictions of the mourning dress. It is
Your gift my dear, itâs what youâve brought to us.
A sense of fashion, better hair as well.
KATE.
I never thought Iâd see her pass away
CHARLES.
I felt the same.
WILLIAM.
How are you Dad?
CHARLES.
âŚ
WILLIAM.
It must be hard to deal with loss combined
With gain. For soon, at last, you will be King
CAMILLA.
Not soon.
WILLIAM.
Three months â
CAMILLA.
Your father rules today.
KATE.
I thought the coronation marked the change
CHARLES.
Youâre right, officially that is the case â
CAMILLA.
But England, Scotland, Northern Ireland
They cannot stand without a king or queen
For all the months it takes to organise
A coronation â
WILLIAM.
Wales.
CAMILLA.
Wales what?
WILLIAM.
Wales too.
You missed it out.
CAMILLA.
Then Wales. As well. And Wales!
KATE.
But surely constitutionally speaking â
CAMILLA.
Oh sweet my dear we have no constitution
Instead Tradition holds us to account.
KATE.
Tradition then, it still â
CAMILLA.
Tradition holds that on the death of kings
Or queens, the next is monarch straight away.
He needs no proclamation, needs no man
To shout âThe Queen is dead, long live the Kingâ.
Your father ruled the moment Granny passed.
KATE.
So coronation day itself is just
The ancient costumes worn, and lines to learn,
A slice of theatre, thatâs played for fun?
CHARLES.
Not fun I think, for me, I hate those things.
HARRY enters.
CAMILLA.
Harry! Itâs such a joy to have you home.
Even in such morbid circumstance as this.
HARRY.
I might head off. If thatâs okay? I know thereâs this thing,
but Iâm tired.
CHARLES.
You want to go? Of course, weâll say youâre ill, if thatâs â
HARRY.
Yeah right, thatâs it, I donât feel well. Yeah.
CAMILLA.
Why? Whatâs the matter?
HARRY.
Er⌠Headache? But that was all good wasnât it? It went okay, from what I could see?
KATE.
Do you really have to go?
HARRY.
Itâs not⌠I mean⌠the whole⌠Iâve only been back a few days, canât deal with all the chat. The people. Itâs such a change from being out there.
CHARLES.
Itâs important Harry.
HARRY.
Yeah but the headache though.
They look at each other for a moment.
Then he goes.
WILLIAM.
We should leave, and mingle with the crowds.
A single round should be sufficient, then
Weâre at the Palace, yes?
CAMILLA.
Thatâs right.
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