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.)

Oana Teodoroiu

Cousin Shakespeare
Play in Five Acts
1987-l988

Characters

SHAKESPEARE— playwright and actor
HAMLET—prince of Denmark
DARK LADY— Shakespeare’s lover
ANNE HATHAWAYSHAKESPEARE — Shakespeare’s wife
BEN JONSON— playwright
SORESCU— a Dane
IDES OF MARCH
CAMELIA— Ofelia’s sister
HOLD-HORSE—a kid
WHIRLGIG, SWELLING- fools
SIR JOHN DOWNTOWN called OUTSKIRTS, THOMAS BLUR, PORCIUS BLISTER-writers, Shakespeare’s rivals
RICHARD ZERO, FLY, HEIFER- actors, Shakespeare’s rivals
THE PHANTOM
THE HANGMAN
VOICEA— the character who does not fit in Shakespeare
SHIPMASTER— an American boatman
BIRMINGHAM, NOTTINGHAM, BRISTOL- aristocrats
ARIEL— the elf
THE WITCH
Actors, fools, messengers, merchants, mongers, people.

THE PROLOGUE

PROLOGUE (enters wearing a toga, a mask and cothurni):
Be the space round like a ball, which
Thrown against a wall bounces back to your chest -
And thus, while in search for others, you find yourself...
Then time locked in the ball remains the same
For centuries, long millennia and days
Right from the drags of genesis,
And then comes closer to your moments...
The centuries hide by the fence, with your hand
You touch them and breathe the same air,
You have a unique vision... helter-skelter
We seem to stagger in the same play
Which we keep rewriting,
But our lines are always being prompt
And breathed by old generations
And gusts of wind spinning the earth for ages
Blow into our souls… entangling them.

(Enters Whirligig.)

WHIRLIGIG (making some somersaults):
You, splinter, with syncopated shapes,
Lengthening the prologue you’re eating our play!
Everything will spin like a whirligig,
You will see soon … I’ll make another somersault.
(He does so.)
PROLOGUE:
Beware Whirligig, if you deride
The Prologue’s secret, you’ll have a hard ending!
WHIRLIGIG:
Does the Prologue have a secret? Let me reveal it.
(He tears away his mask. A woman’s face appears.)
Who are you woman, because out of wonder
My nose is falling off... also my speaking
Smells like the grave.
PROLOGUE:
Wrecked words! The devils reek you!
I’m Ides of March…
WHIRLIGIG:
Oh my, I’m staggering!
Why did you play the prologue?
IDES:
There are no people.
The prologue’s over. Hold the mask,
You might use it for solemn burials.
Yours will be just like Yorik’s.
And call me by my name: Ides of March.
WHIRLIGIG:
I, my respects... am leaving...honored cockers!
(Aside :)
Were I not see to you anymore, I would look up to you.
(Loud, grabbing his mask :)
I’m leaving this way… Do not come after me!
If space were curved I’d measured it by somersaults.
Let big responsibilities impose on us, impose.
(He leaves, making an unsuccessful and scared somersault.)