RAGNAROK

Wise men have regarded 

The Earth as A Tragedy, 

A Farce, even An Illusionist's Trick; 

but all, if they are truly wise and not 

merely intellectual rapists, recognise that 

it is certainly some kind of stage 

in which we all play roles, most of us being 

very poorly coached and totally unrehearsed 

before The Curtain rises.

Is it too much if I ask, tentatively, that 

we agree to look upon it as A Circus, 

a touring carnival wandering about The Sun 

for a record season of four billion years 

and producing new monsters and miracles, 

hoaxes and bloody mishaps, wonders and blunders, 

but never quite entertaining The Customers 

well enough to prevent them from leaving, 

one by one, and returning to their homes 

for a long and bored Winter's 

sleep under The Dust?

Then, say, for a while at least, that 

I have found an identity as Ringmaster; 

but that crown sits uneasily 

on my head (if I have a head) and 

I must warn you that the troupe is small 

for a universe this size and 

many of us have to double or triple 

our stints, so you can expect me 

back in many other guises. 

Indeed do many things come to pass.

Time’s Champion : 

The Climax of My Act, Gods of Ragnarok, 

requires something you do not possess in great abundance. 

That is, Imagination. 

And it starts with a piece of metal. 

This piece of metal once belonged to a sword, 

and that sword belonged to a gladiator. 

(The Doctor throws the piece of metal into the air, 

where it transforms into A Gladius, and then 

A Long Sword drops into his hand.) 

And that gladiator fought and died in this ring 

to entertain you.

I have fed you enough, Gods of Ragnarok, and you found what I have to offer indigestible. 

So I have taken myself off the menu. 

La comedia e finita. 

DAD: 

We command you. 

MUM: 

You cannot stop. 

Time’s Champion : 

I already have. 

DAD: 

Then you will die. 

Time’s Champion : 

Probably not. 

It's all a matter of timing, don't you know. 

(The Doctor points the sword to the ground.)

[Stone chamber]

ACE: 

Oi, sarcophagus face! 

(The Captain turns and Mags kicks the medallion out of his hand and into the well. 

It lands on the sword and the Doctor uses it to reflect the Gods' laser bolts back at them. 

The Eye in the well grows.)