9:46am


Ang love story yata nila Cupid and Pysche ang pinakaalam ng mga Kasilag..pano ba naman, bukod sa ilang ulit naming binasa ay pinagawa pa kami ng isang play at pinanood pa ng presentation ng mga Amorsolo (5opesos na yun?)

Actually, sabi ni Ma'am Lopez ay kami daw ang section na merong ng nasimulan..nasilip nya kasi yung kartong kagubatan namin sa aming Stockroom..what we can say? super star section eh!

After mag-assign ng mga in-charge sa play, pumili ng mga actors at actresses at ma-divide ang class according to their own participation in the play, nag-start na kaming mag-practice. Favorite praktisan ang bahay nila Kamille Ponce.

Thankfully, naayos naman namin. After one last practice sa room, confident kaming magagawa namin ng maayos. Kapag nga nasa Room401 ka ay aakalain mong may talagang ikakasal. Ang daming roses (courtesy of Donya Concepcion) sa room at kanya-kanyang gawa ng props. Yung iba namang Kasilag ay nanonood ng mga presentation ng ibang section at nagsisilbing espiya sa auditorium.

Nung kami na yung magpe-perform, medyo nanliit kami kasi mukha palang gusgusin yung mga props namin sa mga gagamitin ng Avellana. Karton lang samin tapos sa kanila ay talagang "column." Pundido na rin yung mga spotlight namin eh hindi pa nga nagsisimula. Yung pakpak naman ni cy na ginawa ni tracy ay nalalagas. Hmmm..kuripot kasi kami eh.

Fortunately, nabiyayaan naman kami ng mga talentadong aktor at aktres. Ang play na yun ang naging shining moment ng mga Kasilag

Eto ang ilan sa mga memorable/unusal scenes/moments na nangyari (in no particular order)
1. Hindi pagkabisado ni cy sa mga linya nya kaya binabasa nya ito sa manila paper na nakadikit sa wall
2. Ang walang tigil na pangiirap ng dalawang bratinella sisters na sila chato at louie.
3. Ang dance number ng three kind ants ng Kasilag na sila paul, marlon at van. sa kanilang pagtulong kay Pysche
4. Ang paghabol ni mary-an sa speed boat ni sai para makasakay
5. Ang mga monologue at tawa ng ating Goddess of Love na si nana
6. Ang "twi-twit" ng green na ibong adarna na si carlos
7. Ang buong performance ni mary-an
8. Ang very convincing at scary na mukha ni andrew bilang Cerberus
9. Ang heart-warming na pagganap ni tin bilang Queen
10. Ang favorite kong performance ni fathy bilang Queen of the Underworld, Proserphine. Make-up pa lang (courtesy of ge ) pang-Tony na! Kahit na simbigat ng logo ng DPS ang costume nyang galing pa yata sa outerspace ay bulong giting pa rin sya sa kakaikot sa stage.
11. Pagsayaw nila ng "Happy Shalalala" sa stage
12. Almost kiss nila cy at mary-an


Third place daw kami sa play sabi nila...ang alam namin first kami..hehe



Eto ang cast, crew and script ng aming play


Directed by: Geraldine Althea Dagamac

Script by: Camille Gonzaga (Okay hindi nakatype dito yung mga changes na nagawa sa script..eh wala ako nung bagong kopya so eto nalang ang ipo-post ko) and Crystel Salom Costumes provided by: Boutique ni Jovy Calago Lights: Nessa Belle Acosta, Crystel Salom, Bernadette Banzon, Zenaida Marbil and Camille Gonzaga Sounds: Aiza Malabag


Characters:

Cupid- Cyril Spencer Cablay
Psyche- Mary Anne Arzadon
Venus- Roana Doreen Capaque
Zeus/Cerberus- John Andrew Gozum
Sister1- Charito Coro
Sister2- Louir Junior Ibay
King- Paul Adrian Deogracias
Queen- Christine Santos
Proserphine- Maria Fatima Gutierrez
Apollo's voice-Hamilton Hernando
Charon- Cyrill Joy Morante
Ants- Marlon Leo Lumen, Paul Adrian Deogracias, Van Adrian Paolo Yamsuan
Green Reed- Carlos Jorge Reyes
Narrator- Jian Camille dela Pe�a





There was once a king who had three daughters, all lovely maidens, but the youngest, Psyche, excelled her sisters so greatly that beside them she seemed a very goddess consorting with mere mortals. The fame of her surpassing beauty spread over the earth, and everywhere men journeyed to gaze upon her with wonder and adoration and to do her homage as though she were in truth one of the immortals.

People would even say than Venus herself could not equal this mortal. As they thronged in ever-growing numbers to worship her loveliness no one any more gave a thought to Venus herself. Her temples were neglected; her altars foul with cold ashes; her favorite towns deserted and falling in ruins. All the honors once hers were now given to a mere girl destined some day to die.

Venus: Why have my temples been neglected? And my altars foul with cold ashes? My favorite towns are deserted and falling into ruins! Ahhh! I will not be neglected for a mere mortal!

It may well be believed that the goddess would not put up with this treatment. As always when she was in trouble she turned for help to her son, that beautiful winged youth whom some call Cupid and others Love, against whose arrows heir is no defense, neither in heaven nor on the earth.

Attendant 1: The goddess will see you now, master Cupid.
Cupid: Why have you called for me mother? Is there anything bothering you?

She told him her wrongs and as always he was ready to do her bidding. And so no doubt, he would have done, if Venus had not first shown him Psyche, never thinking in her jealous rage what such beauty might do even to the god of Love himself. As he looked upon her it was as if he had shot one of his arrows into his own heart. He said nothing to his mother, indeed he had no power to utter a word, and Venus left him with the happy confidence that he would swiftly bring about Psyche's ruin.

Venus: Use your power and make the hussy fall madly in love with the vilest and most despicable creature there is in the whole world.
Cupid: Who is this princess that must be punished for the grief she has brought you?
Venus: Princess Psyche� (shows him Psyche through the magical mirror)
Cupid: Oh� she is beautiful! (he murmurs)
Venus: What is that my darling son?
Cupid: Nothing of importance mother.
Venus: Uh ha� I want you to show her what happens when you offend goddess Venus.
Cupid: As you wish mother.
Venus: I'll be waiting my dear� (Cupid kisses her hand and then she leaves)

What happened, however, was not what she had counted on. Psyche did not fall in love with a horrible wretch, she did not fall in love at all. Still more strange, nobody fell in love with her. Men were content to look and honor and worship - and then pass on to marry someone else. Both her sisters, inexpressibly inferior to her, were splendidly married, each to a king. Psyche, the all-beautiful, sat sad and solitary, only admired, never loved. It seemed than no man wanted her.

Queen: Psyche, my dear! How was your walk with Prince Lutheus?
Psyche: (sigh)
King: What's the problem my princess? Are you not feeling well?
Psyche: I am fine father� it's just that�
Queen: Oh dear, tell us what's wrong.
Psyche: It's just that all men want is to look and honor and worship me. And then they will look for another lady to marry� It seems that no man really wants me. (leaves)

This was, of course, most disturbing to her parents. Her father finally traveled to an oracle of Apollo to ask his advice on hot to get her a good husband. The god answered him, but his words were terrible, Cupid had told him the whole story and had begged for his help. Accordingly, Apollo said that Psyche, dressed in deepest mourning, must be set on the summit of a rocky hill and left alone, and that there her destined husband, a fearful winged serpent, stronger than the gods themselves, would come to her and make her his wife.

Apollo: The princess shall be dressed in deepest mourning... She shall be set on the summit of a rocky hill and shall be left alone. And there, she shall wait for her destined husband� a fearful winged serpent, stronger than the gods. And he shall come to her and make her his wife�

The misery of all when Psyche's father brought back this lamentable news can be imagined. They dressed the maiden as though for her death and carried he to the hill with greater sorrowing that if it had been to her tomb. But Psyche herself kept her courage. They went in despairing grief, leaving the lovely helpless creature meet her doom alone, and they shut themselves in their palace to mourn all their days for her.

Psyche: You should have wept for me before, because of the beauty that has drawn down upon me the jealousy of heaven. Now go, knowing that I am glad the end has come.
Queen: Oh my lovely daughter!

On the high hilltop in the darkness Psyche sat, waiting for she knew not what terror. There, as she wept and trembled, a soft breath of air cam through the stillness to her, the gentle breathing of Zephyr, sweetest and mildest of the winds. She felt it lift her up. She was floating away from the rocky hill and down until she lay upon a grassy meadow soft as a bed and fragrant with flowers. It was so special there, all her trouble left her and she slept. She woke beside a bright river; and on its bank was a mansion stately and beautiful as though built for a god, with pillars of gold and walls of silver and floors inlaid with precious stones.

Psyche: What a beautiful mansion�


No sound was to be heard; the place seemed deserted and Psyche drew near, awestruck at the sight of such splendor. As she hesitated on the threshold, voices sounded in her ear. She could see no one, but the words they spoke came clearly to her. The house was for her, they told her. She must enter without fear and bathe and refresh herself. Then a banquet table would be spread for her.

Voices: The house is for you our beautiful Princess.
Psyche: It is�?
Voices: Do not fear our beautiful Princess� come in now and bathe and refresh yourself.
Psyche: But�
Voice: After you have bathe, a banquet table will be spread for you our beautiful Princess.
Psyche: Who are you?
Voices: We are your servants our beautiful Princess� ready to do whatever you desire.


The bath was the most delightful, the food the most delicious, she had ever enjoyed. While she dined, sweet music breathed around her: a great choir seemed to sing to a harp, but she could only hear, not see, them.

Throughout the day, except for the strange companionship of the voices softly murmuring in her ear, all her fears left her. She knew without seeing him that here was no monster or shape of terror, but the lover and husband she had longed and waited for.

Psyche: I know even without seeing him, that there is no monster or shape of terror, for all these is from the lover and husband that I have been longing and waiting for.

This half-and-half companionship could not fully content her; still she was happy and the time passed swiftly. One night, however, her dear though unseen husband spoke gravely to her and gave her a warning. �warned her that danger in the shape of her two sisters was approaching.

Cupid: Two women are coming to the hill where you disappeared, to weep for you, my wife. But you must not let them see you or you will bring great sorrow upon me and ruin to yourself.
Psyche: Who are you talking about?
Cupid: Your sisters my dear wife.
Pysche: All right, I promise won't see them.

She promised him she would not, but all the next day she passed in weeping, thinking of her sisters and herself unable to comfort them. She was she was still in tears when her husband came and even his caresses could not check them. At last he yielded sorrowfully to her great desire. Then he warned her solemnly not to be persuaded by anyone to try to see him, on pain of being separated from him forever. Psyche cried out that she would never do so. She would die a hundred times over rather than live without him. Sadly he promised her that it should be so.

Cupid: Oh my beloved wife, what can I do to bring back your joy?
Psyche: Just give me this joy� to see my sisters.
Cupid: Do what you will� But I warn you not to be persuaded by anyone to try to see me.
Psyche: Yes, I would not have them see you
Cupid: You have to make sure of that my love, for this could cause our separation.
Pysche: I promise� I would die a hundred times over rather than live without you my love.
Cupid: Then go see your sisters�

The next morning the two came, brought down from the mountain of Zephyr. Happy and excited, Psyche was waiting for them. It was long before the three could speak to each other; their joy was too great to be expressed except by tears and embraces. But when at last they entered the palace and the elder sisters saw its surpassing treasures; when they sat at the rich banquet and heard the marvelous music, bitter envy took possession of them. �and a devouring curiosity as to who was the lord of all this magnificence and their sister's husband. But Psyche kept faith; she told them only that he was a young man, away on a hunting expedition.

Sister 1: So who is this husband of yours our dear sister?
Psyche: Oh, uhmm�
Sister 2: Yes, who is he who owns this magnificent palace and these surpassing treasures?
Psyche: He is a young man from the North�
Sister 1: Oh really? Where is he now? We want to meet this dear husband of yours.
Psyche: He is not around today� He is uh, he is away on a hunting expedition.
Sister 2: Is that so? Perhaps we can meet him on our next visit?
Psyche: Perhaps�
Sister 1: Oh yes, we will certainly return and visit you again, our dear sister.

Then filling their hands with gold and jewels, she had Zephyr bear them back to the hill. They went willingly enough, but their hearts were on fire for jealousy. All their own wealth and good fortune seemed to them as nothing compared to Psyche's, and their envious anger so worked in them that they came finally to plotting how to ruin her.

Sister 1: We have to come with something to bring her down. I will not be surpassed by my younger sister.

That very night Psyche's husband warned her once more. She would not listen when he begged her not to let them come again. She never could see him, she reminded him. Was she also to be forbidden to see all others, even her sisters so dear to her? He yielded as before, and very soon the two wicked women arrived, with their plot carefully worked out.

Cupid: I warn you my beloved wife that you should not see your sisters anymore.
Psyche: (cries)
Cupid: I beg you not to let them come again�
Psyche: We have been together for many months and still you would not let me see you� So how cruel of you to forbid me to see them too! They are my sisters! And I miss them greatly!
Cupid: I will let you see them but I tell you again, to be very careful about the things you reveal to them about me.

Already, because of Psyche's stumbling and contradictory answers when they asked her what her husband looked like, they had become convinced that she had never set eyes on him and did not really know what he was. They did not tell her this, but they reproach her for hiding her terrible state from them, her own sisters. They had learned, they said, and knew for a fact, that her husband was not a man, but a fearful serpent Apollo's oracle said he would be. He was kind now, no doubt, but he would certainly turn upon her some night and devour her.

Sister 2: How can our sister take to tell us these lies? First she says that her husband is a young man and then the next time tell us that he is much older.
Sister 1: It's terrible, perhaps her husband has put her up to saying these things.
Sister 2: Oh yes I believe that! Do you recall what Apollo's oracle said her husband would be?
Sister 1: I do! The oracle said that he is not a man, but a fearful serpent that is stronger even than the gods.
Sister 2: He is probably kinder now, no doubt, for our sister seems to be in a fine state. But I am sure that he would certainly turn upon her some night and devour her.
Sister 1: Come on inside and let us tell and warn our sister about him.

Psyche, aghast, felt terror flooding her heart instead of love. She had wondered so often why he would never let her see him. There must be some dreadful reason. What did she really know about him? If he was not horrible to look at, then he was cruel to forbid her ever to behold him. In extreme misery, faltering and stammering, she gave her sisters to understand that she could not deny what they said, because she had been with him only in the dark. And she begged them to advise her.

Psyche: There must be something very wrong, for him so to shun the light of day. What do I really know about my husband? If he was not horrible to look at, then he was cruel to forbid me ever to behold him. My sisters are right, I cannot deny what they said� For I had been with him only in the dark. Oh this is horrible! He is a horrible beast! I need to ask advise from my sisters.

They had their advice all prepared beforehand. That night she must hide a sharp knife and a lamp near her bed. When her husband was fast asleep she must leave the bed, light the lamp, and get the knife. She must steel herself to plunge it swiftly into the bed of the frightful being the light would certainly show her.

Sister 1: We will be near our sister.
Sister 2: And we will carry you away with us when he is dead.

Then they left her torn by doubt and distracted what to do. She loved him; he was her dear husband. No; he was a horrible serpent and she loathed him. She would kill him- She would not. She must have certainty- She did not want her certainty. So all day long her thoughts fought with each other.

Psyche: But I love him, he is my dear husband� No! He is a horrible serpent and I loathe him! I should kill him� No! I should not! I have to make up mind, I must have certainty� But I do not want certainty� What am I going to do?

When evening came, however, she had given the struggle up. One thing she was determined to do, she would see him.

When at last he lay sleeping quietly, she summoned all her courage and lit the lamp. She tiptoed to the bed and holding the light high above her she gazed at what lay there. Oh, the relief and the rapture that filled her heart. No monster was revealed, but the sweetest and fairest of all the creatures, at whose sight the very lamp seemed to shine brighter. In her first shame at her folly and lack of faith, Psyche fell on her knees and would have plunged the knife into her own breast if it had not fallen from her trembling hands. But those same unsteady hands that saved her betrayed her, too, for as she hung over him, ravished at the sight of him and unable to deny herself the bliss of filling her eyes with his beauty, some hot oil fell from the lamp upon his shoulder. He started awake; he saw the light and knew their faithlessness, and without a word he fled from her.

She rushed out after him into the night.
Psyche: My love, I need you! Please come back!


She could not see him, but she heard his voice speaking to her. He told her who he was, and sadly bade her goodbye.

Cupid: Love cannot live where there is no trust.
Psyche: The god of Love! He was my husband, and I, wretch that I am, could not keep faith with him. Is he gone from me forever? At any rate� I can spend the rest of my life searching for him. If he has no more love left for me, at least I can show him how much I love him.

And she started on her journey. She had no idea where to go; she knew only that she would never give up looking for him.

He meanwhile had gone to his mother's chamber to have his wound cared for, but when Venus heard his story and learned that it was Psyche whom he had chosen, she left him angrily. �alone in his pain, and went forth to find the girl of whom he had made her still more jealous. Venus was determined to show Psyche what it meant to draw down the displeasure of a goddess.

Venus: You were stupid my son to fall in love with a mortal! Now suffer the consequences of your foolishness! (leaves the room)
Venus: But I will show this Psyche what it means to draw down the displeasure of a goddess.

Poor Psyche in her despairing wanderings was trying to win the gods over to her side. She offered ardent prayers to them perpetually, but not one of them would do anything to make Venus their enemy. At last she perceived that there was no hope for her, either in heaven or on earth, and she took a desperate resolve. She would go straight to Venus. �she would offer herself humbly to her as her servant, and try to soften her anger.

Psyche: And who knows, if he himself is not there in his mother's house.


So she sent forth to find the goddess who was looking everywhere for her. When she came into Venus' presence the goddess laughed aloud and asked her scornfully if she was seeking a husband since the one she had had would have nothing to do with her because he almost died of the burning would she had given him.

Psyche: I ask you my goddess to have me as your servant.
Venus: (loud laugh) Are looking for a husband girl? Because the one you had would not have anything to do with you anymore? (loud laugh)
Psyche: No my queen, I am only here to-
Venus: Silence! I know you are here to try to please me, and soften my anger� But I tell you there that my son would have nothing to do with you anymore! For you meant to kill that night he left you!
Venus: But really you are so plain and ill-favored a girl that you will never be able to get you a lover except by the most diligent and painful service. I will therefore show my good will to you by training you in such ways.

With that she took a great quantity of the smallest of the seeds, wheat and poppy and millet and so on, and mixed them all together in a heap. And with that she departed.

Venus: By nightfall these must all be sorted. See to it for your own sake. (leaves the room)

Psyche, left alone, sat still and stared at the heap. Her mind was all in a maze because of the cruelty of the command; and indeed, it was of no use to start as task so manifestly impossible.

Psyche: The goddess is so cruel, for this task is so manifestly impossible especially for just one night.

But at this direful moment she who had awakened no compassion in mortals or immortals was pitied by the tiniest creatures of the field, the little ants, the swift-runners. They cried to each other:

Ants: Come, have mercy on this poor maid and help her diligently.

At once they came, waves of them, one after another, and they labored separating and dividing, until what had been a confused mass lay all ordered, every seed with its kind. This was what Venus found when she came back, and very angry she was to see it. Then she gave Psyche a crust of bread and bade her sleep on the ground while she herself went off to her soft, fragrant couch. Venus was pleased with the way matters were shaping.

Venus: Your work is by no means over.

Venus: Here's a crust of bread! You will sleep on the ground tonight� And tomorrow I will give you another task to accomplish. (leaves the room)

Venus: Surely if I could keep the girl in labor and half starve her, too, that hateful beauty of hers would soon be lost. Until then I must see that my son is securely guarded in his chamber, where he is still suffering from his wound. (loud laugh) Matters are shaping up great� (loud laugh)

The next morning she devised another task for Psyche, this time a dangerous one.

Venus: Down there near the riverbank, where the bushes grow thick, are sheep with fleeces of gold. Go fetch me some of their shining wool.

When the worn girl reached the gently flowing stream, a great longing seized her to throw herself into it and end all her pain and despair. But as she was bending over the water she heard a little voice from near her feet, and looking down saw that it came from a green reed. She must not drown herself, it said. Things were not as bad as that. The sheep were indeed very fierce, but if Psyche would wait until they came out of the bushes toward evening to rest beside the river, she could go into the thicket and find plenty of the golden wool hanging on the sharp briars.

Voices: Stop! Do not drown yourself... Things are not as bad as that� The sheep are indeed very fierce, but if you would wait until they come out of the bushes toward evening to rest beside the river, you can go into the thicket and find plenty of the golden wool hanging on the sharp briars.

So spoke the kind and gently reed, and Psyche, following the directions, was able to carry back to her cruel mistress a quantity of the shining fleece. Venus received it with an evil smile.

Venus: Someone helped you. Never did you do this by yourself. However, I will give you an opportunity to prove that you really have the stout heart and the singular prudence you make such a show of. Do you see that black water hill falls from the hill yonder? It is the source of the terrible river which is called hateful, the river Styx. You are to fill this flask from it.

That was the worst task yet, as Psyche saw as she approached the waterfall. Only a winged creature could reach it, so steep and slimy were the rocks on all sides, and so fearful the onrush of the descending waters.

Psyche: This task is too hard. Only a winged creature can reach the waterfall. It is so steep and slimy and rocks are on all sides. And the onrush of the descending waters is fearful.

But by this time it must be evident to all (as, perhaps, deep in her heart it had become to Psyche herself) that although each of her trials seemed impossibly hard, an excellent way out would always be provided for her. This time her savior was an eagle, who poised on his great wings beside her, seized the flask from her beak and brought it back to her full of the black water.

But Venus kept on. One cannot accuse her of some stupidity. The only effect of all that had happened was to make her try again. She gave Psyche a box which she was to carry to the underworld and ask Proserpine to fill with some of her beauty. She was to tell her that Venus really needed it, she was so worn-out from nursing her sick son.

Venus: Here is a box that you are to carry to the underworld. Ask Proserpine to fill it with some of her beauty. Tell her that I really needed for I am so worn-out from nursing my sick son.

Obediently as always Psyche went forth to look for the road to Hades. She found her guide in a tower she passed. It gave her careful directions how to get to Proserpine's palace, first through a great hole in the earth, then down to the river of death, where she must give the ferryman, Charon, a penny to take her across. From there the road led straight to the palace. Cerberus, the three-headed dog, guarded the doors, but if she gave him a cake he would be friendly and let her pass.

Psyche: Oh here's a guide of direction to Proserpine's palace! First I have to go through a great hole in the earth, then down to the river of death, where I must give the ferryman, Charon, a penny to take me across. From there the road leads straight to the palace. Cerberus, the three-headed dog, guarded the doors, but if I gave him a cake he would be friendly and let me pass.

All happened, of course, as the tower had foretold. Proserpine was willing to do Venus a service, and Psyche, greatly encouraged, bore back the box, returning far more quickly than she had gone down.

Her next trial she brought upon herself through curiosity and, still more, her vanity. She felt that she must see what that beauty-charm in the box was; and, perhaps, use a little of it herself. She knew quite as well as Venus did that her looks were not improved by what she had gone through, and always in her mind was the thought that she might suddenly meet Cupid. If only she could make herself more lovely for him! She was unable to resist the temptation; she opened the box. To her sharp disappointment she saw nothing there; it seemed empty. Immediately, however, a deadly languor took possession of her and she fell into a heavy sleep.

Psyche: All these tasks that the goddess has made me do certainly have not improved my looks� What if I suddenly meet my husband? If only I could make myself more lovely for him!

*she eyes the box*

Psyche: Perhaps I could have a try of this beauty-charm�

*she opened the box*

Psyche: But there is nothing in he� (falls into a heavy sleep)

At this juncture the god of Love himself stepped forward. Cupid was healed of his wound by now and longing for Psyche. It is a difficult matter to keep Love imprisoned. Venus locked the doors, but there were the windows. All Cupid had to do was to fly out and start looking for his wife. She was lying almost beside the palace, and he found her at once.

Cupid: Oh my beautiful, beautiful wife� How my mother has treated you so wrongly! If only I have been healed sooner, you would not have to go through all this. But I am here now my beloved.

In a moment he had wiped the sleep from her eyes and put it back into the box. Then waking her with just a prick from his arrows, and scolding her a little for her curiosity, he bade her take Proserpine's box to his mother and he assured her that all thereafter would be well.

Psyche: My dear husband, is that you?
Cupid: Yes, my silly, silly wife. Why have you opened Proserpine's box?
Psyche: Oh I am so sorry�
Cupid: Sshh� There is no need for an apology. Just go and finish the task my mother has sent you out to do.
Psyche: Oh, how happy am I that you have forgiven me� And just to see you again.
Cupid: I feel the same way my love. Now just go to my mother and I promise that everything will be all right now that we are together.

While the joyful Psyche hastened on her errand, the god flew up to Olympus. He wanted to make certain that Venus would give them no more trouble, so he went straight to Jupiter himself. The Father of gods and Men consented at once to all that Cupid asked.

Cupid: And that is what I humbly ask my king� to allow your servant and his wife to formally love each other.
Jupiter: Uh hmm� Even though, you have done me great harm in the past - seriously injured my good name and my dignity by making me change myself into a bull and a swan and so on� However, I cannot refuse you.
Cupid: Thank you my lord.

Then he called a full assembly of the gods, and announced to all, including Venus, that Cupid and Psyche were formally married, and that he proposed to bestow immortality upon the bride. Mercury bought Psyche into the palace of the gods, and Jupiter himself gave her the ambrosia to taste which made her immortal.

Jupiter: I called for this assembly to announce that Cupid and Psyche are now formally married.

*cheers from other gods except from Venus*

Jupiter: Silence please� *silence* Thank you. Ehem, ehem, I also propose that the bride be bestowed with immortality.

*gods including Venus nods in agreement*

Jupiter: Hmm, I see that the all of us agree to the proposal. Am I correct?

*gods all nod; hushed voices*

Jupiter: Again please be silent. *silence* So I, Jupiter, father of the gods, order that Psyche, wife of the god of Love, Cupid, be given the fruit of ambrosia so as to have her be bestowed with immortality, as decided in the assembly of gods today.

This, of course, completely changed the situation. No doubt she reflected also that Psyche, living up in heaven with a husband and children to care for, could not be much on the earth to turn men's heads and interfere with her own worship.

Venus: Every god has been asking why I agreed to Jupiter's proposal? Why of course! Now that Psyche will be living up here in heaven with a husband a children to take care of� I am sure, that men would once again give their attention back to who deserves it most� Who else but the queen of beauty - me! (loud laugh)

So all came to a most happy end. Love and the Soul (for that is what Psyche means) had sought and, after sore trials, found each other; and that union could never be broken.

-End.



-camille
10:29am October 20, 2004