Marin Sorescu: Varul Shakespeare

Tragedie in cinci acte
1987-l988

PERSONAJELE

SHAKESPEARE — dramaturg si actor
HAMLET — printul Danemarcei
DOAMNA BRUNA — iubita lui Shakespeare
ANNE HATHAWAY SHAKESPEARE — sotia lui Shakespeare
BEN JONSON — dramaturg
SORESCU — un danez
IDELE LUI MARTE
CAMELIA — sora Ofeliei
TINE-CAL — un copil
TITIREZ, GILMA - mascarici
SIR JOHN DOWNTOWN zis PERIFERIE, THOMAS BLUR, PORCIUS BLISTER – scriitori, rivalii lui Shakespeare
RICHARD ZERO, FLY, HEIFER - actori, rivalii lui Shakespeare
FANTOMA
CALAUL
VOICEA — personajul care nu incape in Shakespeare
CORABIERUL — un corabier american
BIRMINGHAM, NOTTINGHAM, BRISTOL - nobili
ARIEL — spiridus
MARY (VALY) — gemene
VRAJITOAREA
Actori, mascarici, soli, negustori, tarabagii, lume.

PROLOGUL (intra imbracat in toga, cu masca si pe coturni):
De-i spatiul curb ca mingea, ce in perete
Dac-o izbesti, iti sare-n piept — si astfel
Tot cautind pe altii, dai de tine...
Atunci si 'timpu-nehis in minge-aicelasi
Ramine secole, milenii lungi
Si zile, chiar din drojdia genezei,
Se-nvecineaza cu-ale tale clipe...
Stau secolele dupa gard, cu mina
Le atingi si respirind acelasi aer,
Aceleasi viziuni ai...
Toti de-a valma
Ne-mpleticiim parca-n aceeasi piasa,
Pe care inicercam s-o tot rescriem,
Dar replicile ni-s mereu suflate
Si tra'se-n pie-pit de-apuse generatii
Si vintul ce roteste-n veci pamintuil
Ne sufla sufletele... si le-ncurca...

(Intra Titirez.)

TITIREZ (facind citeva tumbe) :
Tu, aschie cu forme sincopate,
Lungind prologul, ne maninci din piesa!
Ca titirezul itotu-o sa se-nvirta,
Degraba veti vedea... Mai fac o tumba
(Mai face.)
PROLOGUL:
Ia seama, Titirez, batjocorind
Taina Prologului, greu epilpg avea-vei!
TITIREZ:
Prologul are-o taina ? S-o destainui.
(Isi smulge masca. Apare un chip de femeie.)
Femeie, cine esti, ca de uimire
Imi cade nasu-n gura... si-mi miroase
Vorbirea a coliva...
PROLOGUL:
Spurcata vorba! Te duhneasca dracii!
Sint Idele lui Marte...
TITIREZ :
Vai, ma clatin!
De ce-ai jucat prologul ?
IDELE:
Nu sint oameni.
De-acum prologu-i gata. Tine malsca,
Ti-o trebui la-nmormintari solelmne.
A ta va fi ia fel ca a lui Yorik.
Si zi-mi pe nume : Idele lui Marte...
TITIREZ:
Eu...sarut mina...plec…cinstita cobe!
(Aparte:)
De nu te-as mai vedea, ai creste-n ochii-mi.
(Tare, luind masca:)
Eu ies pe-aici... Sa nu vii dupa mine!
De-i spatiul curb, eu il masor cu tumbe.
Raspunderi mari incumbe-ne, incumbe.
(Iese, facind o tumba nereusita si speriata.)

Florentina – Claudia Rahira-Tinte

Cousin Shakespeare
Tragedy in Five Acts
1987-l988

DRAMATIS PERSONAE

SHAKESPEARE — playwright and actor
HAMLET — prince of Denmark
DARK LADY — Shakespeare’s lover
ANNE HATHAWAY SHAKESPEARE — Shakespeare’s wife
BEN JONSON — playwright
SORESCU — a Dane
IDES OF MARCH
CAMELIA — Ophelia’ sister
HOLD-HORSE — a child
SPINNING TOP, LUMP – fool
SIR JOHN DOWNTOWN aka OUTSKIRTS, THOMAS BLUR, PORCIUS BLISTER, RICHARD ZERO, FLY, HEIFER - writers, Shakespeare’s rivals
THE GHOST
THE EXECUTIONER
VOICEA — a character that does not fit in Shakespeare
THE MARINER — an American sailor
BIRMINGHAM, NOTTINGHAM, BRISTOL - nobles
ARIEL — a sprite
THE WITCH
Actors, fools, envoys, merchants, pedlars, people


PROLOGUE

THE PROLOGUE (enters wearing a toga, with a mask and buskins)
If space be curved like a ball, which if against a wall
Is thrown will rebound against your chest – and thus
While looking for others you run into yourself…
Then even the time enclosed in this ball
Abides for centuries, millennia unchanged
And days from even the Genesis’s yeast,
Neighbours upon your own moments…
The centuries stay hidden behind the fence, within
Your hands’ reach and breathing in the selfsame air,
The selfsame visions you share…we tumble
All in a heap it seems in the selfsame play,
Which we’re trying to rewrite day in and out,
But our lines are always taken in
And respired by long set generations
The wind that forever spins the globe
Blows our spirits away…and tangles them…

(Enter Spinning Top)

SPINNING TOP (turning somersaults):
You, splinter with synchopated forms,
Lingering the prologue you’re eating up our play!
Everything will spin like a top,
As you will shortly see…Let me tumble again
(He does)
THE PROLOGUE:
O Top, beware, having mocked
The prologue’s mystery, a harsh epilogue will there be!
SPINNIG TOP:
The Prologue has a mystery? Let’s see.
(Snatches the mask. A woman’s face appears.)
Woman, who are you? I am gaping
for wonder…and my words
Smell of funeral treats…
THE PROLOGUE:
Foul words! The racking devils take you!
I am the Ides of March…
SPINNING TOP:
Woe, I’m trembling!
Why did you play the prologue?
THE IDES:
There was no one else.
The prologue’s done. There, take the mask,
Might come in handy at solemn funerals.
Yours will be the same as Yorick’s.
And call me by my name: The Ides of March…
SPINNING TOP:
I kiss your hand…I’m off…dark reverend augur!
(Aside:)
The less I see of you, the more I appreciate you.
(Aloud, taking the mask:)
I’m off this way…Don’t you come after me!
If space be curved, I measure it with summersaults.
Great responsibilities devolve upon us, devolve.
(Exit, making a bad and frightened somersault).