Scene 1:

Narrator: One egg's lower half transformed
And became the earth below,
And its upper half transmuted
And became the sky above;
From the yolk the sun was made,
Light of day to shine upon us;
From the white the moon was formed,
Light of night to gleam above us;
All the coloured brighter bits
Rose to be the stars of heaven
And the darker crumbs changed into
Clouds and cloudlets in the sky.

Scene 2:

Glogowatz: When the world became cold and dark she went hunting.

Man: Hello…hello…Oh…there you are…you found it!

Glogowatz: She had found them,
bathed in their milky presence,
caressed them,
with her hair.

Woman: “Look at them, aren’t they beautiful?”

Man: “…so beautiful…”

Scene 3:

Narrator + Glogowatz: There is a bird, the most sublime of all, 
to find whose egg should be your only care. 
Its white surrounds a soft and golden yolk: 
one cautiously attacks with fiery sword. 
Let Vulcan aid the work of Mars: 
the chick hatched thence will 
conquer both the iron and fire.

Scene 4:

Glogowatz: The Eggs prolonged life, prolonged vigour. My father who had never refused one in his life had lived more than twice as long as he should have…The Eggs provided all.

Woman: ”The eggs are for the children,"

Man: ”They are for the family. Please take it."

Glogowatz: Unwillingly obedient, my mother took it from me and put it to her mouth. There were only a few drops left in the now-shrunken, elastic shell, but she squeezed them out, swallowed them, and after a few moments some of the lines of tension began to smooth from her face.

Woman: “It’s good…sometimes I forget how good it is…”

Man: “You should take more, why are you in such a hurry to be old.”

Glogowatz

The Eggs

Woman

Man