Plagiarism: Art As Commodity and Strategies for ... - El plagio literario

RECRUITING OFFICER: John Faustus?
FAUSTUS: Aye, sir, that's my name.
RECRUITING OFFICER: So you'd like to join the police?
FAUSTUS: That's correct, sir. I feel I have the necessary qualities. I'm both strong of will, and
strong of frame. But my strength of character is tempered by a natural respect for authority. And,
these traits are brought out to their best advantage when directed by a wisdom I could not hope to
possess at my age.
RECRUITING OFFICER: And how did you vote at the last election?
FAUSTUS: Conservative, sir. Why to do anything else would have been to waste my vote.
RECRUITING OFFICER: Well answered son. We'll take you on.
Chorus 1
Scab Faustus,
To learn the secrets of Power
Graven in the fucking cop manual
Did get sent off to Hendon Police College,
Where under reactionary teachers
His view of the world and 'human nature'
Was suitably falsified.
At the end of his period of tutelage,
He was turned loose upon a proletariat weary of police brutality.
Faustus, a human killing machine,
With the worst kind of racist, sexist and homophobic views,
Did get to patrol the streets of Harringay,
Where he had been brought up a good working class son,
And where Winston (Sticks) Silcott had slain the oppressor Blakelock.
Act 4
FAUSTUS: You're nicked son.
BOY: What for?
FAUSTUS: You know very well what for, you drug smoking juevenile deliquent. I don't know why
your kind ever came to this country. You should have stayed in Africa where there's no civilisation to
condemn your degenerate habits.
BOY: I don't understand. I was born in Hammersmith hospital.
FAUSTUS: In that case your parents should have stayed in Africa.
BOY: But my parents were born in London, and my grandparents came from India.
FAUSTUS: India, Africa, what's the fucking difference? You're a trouble maker. I'm taking you
to the nick where I've got a half-pound of hash stored in my locker. When I get you into court don't
try and claim it was planted. No one will believe you. You're my tenth arrest today. At this rate
I'11 soon get promotion.
Act 5
CHORUS (in background): Winston Silcott, Winston Silcott, we'll support you ever more!
FAUSTUS: Where art thou Faustus? Wretch, what hast thou done?
Damned art thou, Faustus, damned: despair and die.
The proletariat claims its right, and with a roaring voice
Says 'Faustus, come, thine hour is almost come'.
(PuIls out a dagger)
And Faustus will come to do thee right.
(Enter proletarian who wrenches dagger from Faustus)
PROLETARIAN: Tis too late Faustus, you will not deprive the proletariat of its retribution!
(Enter Pauline)
PAULINE: Oh Faustus, if thou had given ear to me
Innumerable joys had followed thee.
But thou didst betray thy class.
FAUSTUS: I'll burn my uniform. Ah, God, Queen and Country!
(Proletarian plunges dagger into Faustus's heart) 23