Orpheus and Eurydice

Characters:

 Narrator 1: Mary Clare M. Callangan

 Narrator 2: Sharyca R. Tominez
 Orpheus: Gwyneth Gheenmae V. Napat
 Eurydice: Aubrey V. Tuazon
 Hades: Whan Marcus Ramirez
 Persephone: Rhona Arro
 Charon: Alexis James Castilliones
 Aristaeus: Ashley Zabala
 Cerberus: Joyce Andrea Espinocilla, Lorie Jane Licos, Shania Maniquiz
 Hermes: Nicole A. Sepada
 Priest&Zeus: Angelo Sanchez
 Villager 1: Angela Pascual
 Villager 2: Althea Gamazon

Narrator 1 : Once upon a time in Greece, there lived Orpheus, son of Calliope, whose music
charmed the hearts of all who heard it. Even nature itself seemed to dance to his melodies.

(Orpheus enters, strumming his lyre as animals and people gather, mesmerized. The setting is
vibrant, alive with the sounds of nature and the hum of admiration. A background melody
continues, creating a lively atmosphere.)

Orpheus: (Grinning) Thank you, thank you! No autographs today.

Narrator 2: Yet, amidst all the adoration, Orpheus’ heart belonged to one alone—Eurydice.

(Eurydice enters, her presence radiant and captivating. She claps, her gaze playful yet loving. As
they interact, the melody shifts to a soft, romantic tune.)

Eurydice: Orpheus, your music is so enchanting, even the goats seem to harmonize. Should I be
worried?

Orpheus: (Laughing) Only if I serenade them instead of you.

(Slowly holding her hands, Orpheus brushing her hair behind her ear as their eyes meet.)

Narrator 2: Their love was a melody, joyous and pure, culminating in their wedding day.

(The stage transforms into a vibrant celebration. Friends and family gather as the priest stands
before the couple. A soft celebratory tune underscores the scene.)
Priest: Orpheus, do you take Eurydice as your lawfully wedded wife?

Orpheus: I do—with all my heart.

Narrator 2: But as with all great love stories, happiness was fleeting.

Orpheus: My love I will just entertain some of our guest.

(As Orpheus entertains guests, Aristaeus watches Eurydice from the shadows, his expression
dark and intent. The music shifts to an ominous undertone.)

Narrator 2: Lust consumed Aristaeus as he watched Eurydice, plotting to make her his own.

Aristaeus: (To himself, with a twisted smirk) Why should Orpheus have her? She deserves
someone who truly sees her worth—me.

(Eurydice notices his gaze and steps away, unease clear on her face. The music grows tense.)

Eurydice: Please, leave me alone!

(She steps on a hidden snake and screams as it bites her. The joyous celebration turns to chaos.
The music crescendos into a dissonant crash.)

Narrator 1: Tragedy struck! A venomous snake bit Eurydice and stole her life in an instant.

(Eurydice collapses, gasping her final words.)

Eurydice: (Weakly) Orpheus…

(Orpheus rushes to her, cradling her lifeless body, his anguish palpable.)

Orpheus: (Heartbroken) No! Eurydice! You can’t leave me my love please wake up! Please, just
open your eyes one more time and let me feel your warmth. I would trade anything to hold you
again.

Narrator 2: Overcome with despair, Orpheus’ music turned mournful, echoing his heartbreak
and reaching the ears of the gods themselves.

(The stage dims as Orpheus plays a mournful tune, the melody lingering as the scene
transitions.)

(The scene seamlessly shifts to the majestic throne of Zeus, surrounded by clouds and lightning.
The sound of thunder and Zeus’ commanding presence fill the stage.)
Narrator 2: Desperate, Orpheus sought Zeus, pleading for a way to bring Eurydice back.

Zeus: Oh, how I pity you, dear mortal! but sadly, I’m bound by the laws that govern the dead. I
cannot meddle in the affairs of my brother Hades. You can go to the dead and bring Hermes with
you.

(Hermes appears, a figure of calm authority, offering a solemn nod.)

Narrator 1: Guided by Hermes, Orpheus ventured into the shadowy Underworld, armed only
with his lyre and his love.

(The stage darkens. Orpheus stands before a looming cave, its entrance foreboding. A haunting
melody plays, heightening the tension.)

Orpheus: (To himself, gathering his courage) Just death… How bad can it be?

Narrator 1: Bad. Very bad.

(As he steps inside, ghostly whispers and eerie shadows fill the stage. The atmosphere grows
colder.)

Narrator 2: First, he faced the River Styx, guarded by the surly ferryman, Charon.

Charon: Another mortal? Where’s your payment?

Orpheus: Uh… I left my wallet in the land of the living.

Charon: No coin, no ride.

(Orpheus begins to play his lyre, weaving an enchanting melody. The music softens Charon’s
stern demeanor.)

Charon: (Grumbling, reluctantly) Fine, fine! Stop playing before I start dancing. Get in.

(They cross the glowing river, the scene surreal and hauntingly beautiful.)

Charon: Don’t fall in. I’m not fishing you out.

(As they reach the other side, the music shifts again, transitioning to the next scene.)

(Orpheus faces Cerberus, the three-headed guardian. He strums a soothing tune, lulling the
beast to sleep. The scene transitions to Hades and Persephone’s grand throne room.)
Narrator 1: After crossing the river, Orpheus faced the three headed dog guarding the Underworld
who’s responsible for stopping intruders from entering the underworld. Orpheus with all the courage he
have started playing the lyre with all his hope..

(Hades sits on a grand, shadowy throne, exuding an aura of power. Persephone stands beside
him, her beauty tinged with sorrow.)

Hades: (Impatiently) Speak, mortal. Time is not a luxury I afford lightly.

Orpheus: (Kneeling, his voice trembling) Mighty Hades, kind Persephone, I beg you to return
my wife, Eurydice. Our love transcends life and death.

(Orpheus begins to play his lyre. The melody is haunting and deeply emotional, filling the
Underworld with its sorrowful beauty. Shadows seem to dance to the music.)

(Persephone’s expression softens, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.)

Persephone: (To Hades, her voice gentle yet firm) Can you not feel his pain? His love is
genuine, a rarity even among the living.

Hades: (Sighing deeply, his stern facade faltering) Love… such a fragile and foolish thing. Yet,
your music moves even me, mortal. You may take her back—on one condition. Do not look back
until you have left my realm. If you fail, she will remain here forever.

Orpheus: (Resolute, his voice steady) I will not fail.

(Persephone gives Orpheus an encouraging look, her presence a quiet strength, while Hades
remains stoic, his eyes betraying a flicker of pity. The music transitions to a suspenseful theme
as Orpheus departs.)

(Orpheus led Eurydice through the dark, silent passage, her presence a faint shadow behind
him. The stage is dimly lit, tension building with every step. A soft, suspenseful tune underscores
the scene.)

(Orpheus walks slowly, glancing nervously over his shoulder but stopping himself each time.)

Narrator 1:
Doubt began to creep into Orpheus’s mind. What if she wasn’t really there? What if Hades had
tricked him?

Orpheus: (Whispering, his voice trembling) Eurydice my love, are you there? Can you hear me?

(He stretches out his hand, reaching for her in the darkness. His fingers brush air, cold and
empty. A faint whisper of Eurydice’s voice calls to him from the shadows.)
Eurydice: (Softly, almost inaudible) Orpheus… I’m here…

Narrator 2: But Orpheus can’t here her

Orpheus: (Barely able to breathe) Eurydice… please, speak to me.

(He quickens his pace, the light growing brighter, hope beginning to blossom in his chest. As
they near the exit, the moment of truth arrives. Orpheus turns to see her—just a few more steps
—his hand outstretched to claim her once more. But then, in that moment of fragile hope, doubt
crushes him.)

Eurydice: (Sorrowfully, fading) Orpheus… why?

(She vanishes into the shadows as Orpheus reaches for her, his anguish echoing through the
stage)

(Eurydice’s form dissolves into the darkness, leaving Orpheus alone on the stage. He falls to his
knees, his lyre slipping from his grasp.)

Narrator 1: Too late. Eurydice was lost forever, her soul now bound to the Underworld for all
eternity. Orpheus’s heart, once brimming with hope, shattered into despair.

(The stage shifts, portraying Orpheus wandering aimlessly through a darkened forest. His once
vibrant presence is now dimmed, his posture slumped in defeat.)

Narrator 1: Orpheus returned to the mortal world, but the joy of life eluded him. His music,
once a source of wonder and inspiration, now spoke only of sorrow.

(Orpheus picks up his lyre, playing a mournful tune. The haunting melody fills the stage, pulling
at the audience’s emotions.)

Orpheus: (Singing) Love so pure, now torn apart, Shadows bind my broken heart. Echoes of
her voice remain, Haunting me with endless pain.

(As the song fades, the scene transitions to a group of villagers listening from afar, their
expressions a mix of awe and sorrow.)

Villager 1: His music… it’s beautiful, but it carries such grief.

Villager 2: They say he lost his wife to the Underworld. Perhaps this is how he speaks to her.

Narrator 1: Though his story ended in sorrow, Orpheus and Eurydice’s love became legend—a
reminder that trust and patience are as vital as passion.
(Orpheus’ figure fades into the background as the villagers leave, leaving the stage empty except
for the lingering echoes of his music.)

(The stage darkens as Orpheus stands alone, his gaze fixed on the heavens. A faint glow
surrounds him, symbolizing the presence of the gods.)

Narrator 1: Despite his despair, Orpheus’ music continued to captivate all who heard it. Yet, his
heart longed only for Eurydice. He wandered the earth, seeking solace in his melodies, until his
path brought him to his final fate.

(Enter a group of Maenads, wild and frenzied, dancing in a chaotic yet hypnotic rhythm. They
surround Orpheus, their movements both enticing and menacing.)

Maenad 1: Who is this mortal who dares to mourn so openly?

Maenad 2: His music is divine, but his sorrow weakens him.

(The Maenads close in, their voices a chaotic cacophony. Orpheus, unmoved, continues to play
his lyre, his music a stark contrast to their wild energy.)

Narrator 2: The Maenads, driven by their frenzy, saw Orpheus as a challenge to their untamed
spirit. In their madness, they tore him apart, silencing his music forever.

(The stage erupts into chaos, the Maenads’ movements becoming increasingly violent. The scene
ends with Orpheus’ lyre lying broken on the ground, its strings silent.)

Narrator 1: Thus ended the mortal life of Orpheus, but his soul found its way to the
Underworld, where at last he was reunited with Eurydice.

(The stage transforms into the shadowy yet serene realm of the Underworld. Orpheus and
Eurydice stand together, their forms ethereal and glowing softly. A gentle, harmonious melody
plays in the background.)

Narrator 2: In death, Orpheus and Eurydice were finally reunited. Their love, though tested and
torn, endured beyond the boundaries of life and death.

Eurydice: (Smiling softly) Orpheus, your music brought me peace even in the shadows. Now we
have eternity.

Orpheus: (Taking her hands) My only regret is not trusting enough to keep you with me. But
here, in this eternal quiet, my music will play only for you.
(They embrace as the stage fills with a warm, golden light. The music swells, symbolizing the
enduring power of love.)

Narrator 1: And so, their story lives on—a tale of love’s triumph and tragedy, forever sung by
those who dare to dream.

(The stage fades to black as the music lingers, leaving the audience with a poignant sense of
hope and loss.)

End of Play