Below (with excerpt from the script) a Napoleonic soldier does his bit for greater Corsica:
Miss Trelawney: Despite working from dawn to dusk on his uncle's farm, Dominic managed to teach himself to read. He read anything he could get his hands on. All that amounted to was little more than a few trashy romances, and they didn't help him to behave well.
Dominic: [Jumps up on A] Behave well?! What do you mean? I still say the rosary every day, and go to the Sacraments. It's just that all that pious, devout stuff is pretty boring. The real heroes are the ones who fight for their country! [Wields staff like a sword]
Beatrice: [Waves from box B and enters] Hello! there you are Dominic! [Comes to stage] It's very nice to see you again. Isn't it a lovely day? [Stretches out to enjoy the sun] I do enjoy our meetings, you know.
Dominic: Oh so do I, Beatrice. [Meet on stage] I wonder how long it will be before they'll become less secret?
[Beatrice examines her nails, Dominic paces up and down, humming 'Oh what a beautiful morning'. Smile at each other while Dominic fiddles with a letter he's holding. Beatrice peers round him and picks up the letter, trying to see through it in the light.]
Beatrice: What have you got there? It looks like a very official letter.
Dominic: Yes, I was just about to open it. [Takes it back, reads the letter slowly. His smile falls away] Oh! Oh no! I've been called for military service!
Beatrice: What's the matter? You aren't scared of joining the army, are you?
Dominic: No, it's not that, it's just that fighting for Napoleon means fighting against the Pope and against Mother Church! It's because of Napoleon that our priests are forced to hide and our religious Orders are suppressed. Well, I'm going to start fighting now, with the most powerful tool I know [Hits fist on his hand and holds up rosary]– I'm going to enrol in the Confraternity of the Rosary!
Beatrice: [Nods approvingly] I don't think there are any soldiers of the rosary in Napoleon's army, but it sounds like a good idea. Anyway, Mama's expecting me, I'd better go. See you later! (Waves as she leaves to stand on B.)
Dominic: Yes, bye, Beatrice. [Aside] Little does Beatrice know that somebody else is waiting for me, too. My brother Salvatore thinks I should become a religious brother.
[Salvatore enters from D and climbs onto A. He stands waiting, while Beatrice is still visible, waiting on the right. He gestures towards each in turn.]
What should I do? Marry Beatrice [Pause], or give my life to God as a religious? [Kneels in the middle of the stage, hands joined]
Lord, I know you don't want me to fight only with the Rosary. Therefore I vow that once the religious Orders are re-established, I will become a Passionist brother. May Your will be done in my life. [Exit Beatrice by E and Salvatore by D]
[Soldier enters from C, places his box on the ground, stands on the platform, unrolls a scroll to read. He rings the bell and Dominic jumps up in shock, while villagers enter and gather either side of the soldier on the lower level]
Soldier: People of Vitterbo. There are many healthy men in this town who could fight for His Imperial Majesty Napoleon. Today, we will draw lots to discover who is excluded from the honour of joining his army. Numbers over 120 are exempt. Line up. [Village men line up across stage R front, with Dominic at end of queue]
Village man: [Draws lot, looks at it, shakes head mournfully and shows it to the soldier.]
Soldier: 76. You will join the army this afternoon. Stand here. [Begins a queue stage L front, holding onto a rope.]
Villagers: Ooh...! [Shake heads and look sorry for him]
2nd village man: [Draws a lot as before.]
Soldier: 98. You too, will join us today. Stand here. Next!
Dominic: [Edges forward to draw a lot. Pulls it out and reads it, shows it to the audience.] 123! The highest number it could be! I don't have to fight after all!
Soldier: [Snatches lot from him] Let me look at that. Hmmph. 123. You are exempt from joining the army. You may leave.
Dominic: Yes! [Punches the air and goes to A] Free to leave the army and go to Beatrice instead! [Conscripts exit anti-clockwise to E with soldier holding the rope] It's not so bad that one or two of her other of her admirers are now safely off to war, either– less competition for me!
[Dominic thumbs up to them and then waves them off] I wonder what time she'll be at the meeting place... [Looks round at clock then sets off walking clockwise]
*Song: Quando Uno*
[Completes circle around audience and arrives back on stage]
Salvatore: [Enters by D reading a book (?) and they bump into each other] Ow! Dominic I haven't seen you for a while! Where are you off to?
Dominic: Salvatore! Brother, I was just thinking of taking a rest under the olive tree in the village, it's a hot day, isn't it? [Wipes brow, yawns extravagantly]
Salvatore: The olive tree? [Points to B] Isn't that outside the house of Beatrice? [Folds arms and frowns] There wouldn't be another reason for waiting at that spot, would there?
Dominic: [Sighs] Oh brother, I'm in such a state. [Puts hand to forehead] I've vowed to join the Passionist Brothers, but I can't get Beatrice out of my mind! I want to tell her it's over, but every time I meet her, I get so muddled that I promise her my undying love instead! [Helpless shrug]
Salvatore: [Shakes head slowly] Dominic, you have such a good mind, but you fill it up with rubbish. Have you ever tried mental prayer instead? There's no room to daydream when your mind is bursting with the Passion of Christ and the Sorrows of Our Lady. [Dominic looks suspicious.] Let me explain...
[They walk off by C, talking quietly.]
Miss Trelawney: This was the beginning of a dramatic change in Dominic. No longer was he uncertain about his future. Every ounce of energy was given over to devotions and to studying Latin– with the aid of a dictionary. As soon as the Passionist Congregation was re–established, he entered it as a brother.
Well done to all involved. And through the intercession of Bl Dominic Barberi, may England soon convert.