Gold Rag lord of Vengance

From stage left enters a figure clad in armor with a sword in his right hand--a suit for a knight. He has a mechanical walk; one that reminds a viewer of sanctity in metal. This figure approaches the ropes in a sequence of rigid motions. As he nears the bound ropes he slows to inspect them. Taking a postured stance behind the ropes he raises his sword and slices the bind in two. He walks back whence from which he came in the same deliberate manner.

The boy returns to the rope in an attempt to rebind them. Some seconds in to this deed a man clad in black-- a top hat, pierce nez, black waist coat, blooming black trousers, white socks, black shoes w/ silver buckles appears. He is adorned with a black cane in his right hand. A purposeful stride...approaching arrogance but falling short. He stops before the old man on the floor, facing the boy partially as the audience fills his other half.

man: Hey there Hilly Billy, I suggest a bit of candor with that device. It's ripe for treason in the
orchard of our hearts. In these parts a beckon is worth the call of wolves.

The boy ignores the man or he simply does not hear him

The man approaches the boy casually but with a bit of moxy--stepping over the old man that lay before him. The man taps the boy on the shoulder with his cane handle. The boy, startled, scurries to the other side of the rope while still clinging to his snake with a frightful grimace

(Turning toward center stage while making a sweeping arc motion with his cane) man: A bit of landfill in these parts is a rope from the heavens laddy. If I were desperate for a lark I would urge foreclosure on your twiney banquet yonder. Let me proper you a salacious offer: You allot me your snake and I'll lend you a grabby at my rope.

The boy ruminates the offer while holding his snake dearly. He eyes the ropes with a curious gaze. After some 5 seconds thought the boy tosses the snake to the man and lunges for the nearest rope. The rope raises just beyond his reach. The boy quickly lunges for the other rope only to see it also raise beyond his reach. After two or three feeble attempts to capture the ropes beyond his reach, the boy turns to the man with a solemn grimace.

man: Now bugger off you quip or I'll get a hold of your banquet measures. Go on now or I'll summon the dainty swifty of my minion!

The man methodically pokes the boy in his chest twice. The boy shrugs in disgust and quickly runs off stage right. The ropes lower slowly.