Script 1 The Trojan Palace Cast needed: Priam, Hecuba, Alexandros (Paris), Calchas King Priam: Ah Hecuba my queen. You’re looking lovely this morning! Queen Hecuba: Good Morning King Priam, ruler of Troy, one of the most powerful city-states in the world. I do feel good because I’m pregnant again. Of course, you know I have lots of babies: 12 sons and several daughters, or something like that. But then that pales in comparisons to all the children you’ve sired with your various other women! Fifty sons in total!! You are really the man! But I digress. I’m a little tired because last night I had a nightmare. King Prima: A nightmare! Much like my belief in love and women, I’m also a strong believer in the gods and the fact that they speak through dreams. What did you dream of? Queen Hecuba: I dreamed that Troy was burning. King Priam: Ye Gads! I better fetch our local prophet/seer to discover what this can mean. Where is Calchas? Calchas: Here Sire! What seems to be the problem? King Priam: My lovely Hecuba, whom you can see is great with child, has had a dream that Troy was burning. Calchas: Ye Gads! This can only mean one thing, naturally. The child you carry will be the end of Troy. You must destroy it. King Priam: Cool with me. I’ve got sons to spare. Queen Hecuba: Ye Gads! I’m going into labor!! Prince Alexandros: Waa! Waa! I’ve just been born! King Priam: Go figure. It’s a boy. That only proves my studliness in that I keep siring boy children. Let’s name him Alexandros and then let’s kill him. Calchas: Your majesty. I wouldn’t do that. Remember the furies will get after you if you kill him. I suggest that you wrap him in a distinctive cloth and abandon him on a mountaintop. Hopefully, he won’t be discovered by a bear or wolf and raised in the wild, and hopefully, he won’t be picked up by a wandering shepherd who will raise him as his own.

King Priam: Sound good. Here is a distinctive wrap with the house of Troy emblazoned on it. Wrap the child in it and abandon him on the mountain.