Celebrating WitSlings

Taken from a script composed of WitSlings written during LSW Sessions and performed in a three minute segment at the:-

Westminster Arts Gala
London Palladium
Sunday, 11th October 1998

with LSW Members: Bruce Wall, Sarah Rice, Max Bonamy, Toby Mace, Philip Dinsdale, Adele Lynch, Rupert Mason with Special Guests, longstanding RSC Veterans both,
Bill Homewood and Estelle Kohler

We were honoured to be sandwiched on this programme between the Tiller Girls and the Royal Philharmonic!!
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All lines spoken by VOICE GUEST are those of Shakespeare;
All other VOICES are from WitSlings written by LSW Members themselves.
All material presented herein is under the direct copyright of LSW.
For permission to perform please e-mail: Londonswo@hotmail.com

VOICE GUEST

You are a monument without a tomb;

VOICE ONE

A matching saucer without its spoon;

VOICE TWO

A dining table without its legs;

VOICE THREE

An empty glass far past its dregs;

VOICE FOUR

A nightmare had when still awake;

VOICE FIVE

The real thing, darling?;

VOICE SIX
Yes, but still a fake

VOICE SEVEN

And everything you did;

VOICE EIGHT

You did un-make.

VOICE GUEST

And then she clipped Adonis in her arms;

VOICE SEVEN
(as a West Country Adonis)

‘By Heck’

VOICE ONE

Thought he

VOICE SEVEN (Adonis)

She’s got a vice-like grip

VOICE ONE

She drew him closer still and pressed him to her


VOICE SEVEN (Adonis)

I think I’ll faint from the pain of it.

VOICE ONE

Struggling free he pushed her to one side

VOICE SEVEN (Adonis)

Else in those arms I might have died.

VOICE GUEST

This beauteous combat, wilful and unwilling;

VOICE THREE

This fight with softness and unwanted hurts;

VOICE SEVEN (Adonis)

This hot desire to do my own undoing

VOICE FIVE/FOUR

This vision; feeling burns; and dreams, and hurts.

VOICE SEVEN (Adonis)

This wanting, but not having in my heart; (SMALL PAUSE)

VOICE ONE

Not having and not wanting is the art.

VOICE GUEST

Crabbed Age and youth cannot live together

VOICE FIVE

The first like lead progesses; youth’s a feather

VOICE SEVEN

The lad’s carousing oftimes makes him ill

VOICE FIVE

The elder’s sun sets gently o’er the hill.

VOICE GUEST

My parts had pow’r to charm a sacred nun

VOICE TWO (as old woman)

And I was lovely once, when I was young
Oh, men back then did but fall at my feet
Or maybe they were short the men I’d meet.

VOICE GUEST

Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful

VOICE TWO (as old woman)

Oh, how I wish this was but truly so.

VOICE GUEST

He sat beside her on the grassy verge.

VOICE THREE
(an elderly Indian Army Officer)

I know your looks are fair; your body firm
But, oh my dear, you have but half a wit
And yet I love you, need you, want you sore
For wisdom comes when beauty is no more.

VOICE GUEST

No more be grieved at that which thou hast done.

VOICE THREE
(an elderly Indian Army Officer)

All I was really after was a little fun.
When I said ‘Why don’t you come out for a little country run?’
You must have known my intention was to see you undone.

VOICE GUEST

Farewell. Thou art too dear for my posessing.

VOICE TWO (as old woman)

And I’m not sure I can be bothered with all that undressing.
By the time one has undone all those buttons and bows
The moment’s lost and my nipples are froze.

VOICE GUEST

How all occasions do inform against me

VOICE SIX

The very floor impeds me in my quest
The lift is stuck, my shoes are tied together,
My nose is running, hanky have I not
The toilet that I seek is twelve floors up;
I broke my glasses falling out of bed,
The person to my left I think is dead.

VOICE GUEST

More is thy due, than more than all can pay

VOICE FIVE

Nothing is what your soul will have today.
The world will catch up with us someday soon
for flying is like walking on the moon
If harmony is drama left undone.

VOICE FOUR

I watched in horror as it sped close by.

VOICE GUEST

She flashed forth fire as lightning from the sky

VOICE FOUR

The twisted metal engines all aflame.
The carnage left as wreckage of the plane.
Innocent people killed (pause) and what’s the gain.

VOICE EIGHT

My mind is blunt and hard it is to think
of something fresh to say about an actor’s lot.
So much unsung talent, it makes me sad.

VOICE GUEST

Why art thou paitent, man? Thou should’st be mad.

VOICE THREE

Does she love me, or do I merely surmise?

VOICE GUEST

I do believe her, though I know she lies.

VOICE THREE

In infinite stupidity I fall,
Though my heart is the culprit of them all.

VOICE GUEST

When I am sometimes absent from thy heart

VOICE THREE

And coursing like a river through thy veins,
In head, in lungs, in kidney and hot spleen;
and rising like a fever in your cheek
I am the essence of your precious life
A ruby reservoir of joy and pain.

VOICE GUEST

The thoughts that come are wild and young,

VOICE SIX

The ones that leave

VOICE ONE

No longer please

VOICE SEVEN

There are the hidden places

VOICE FIVE

but a million faces,

VOICE FOUR

And thoughts that leave their traces.

VOICE GUEST

We are a monument with its tomb;

VOICE ONE

A pregnant woman blessed in her womb;

VOICE EIGHT

A dining table standing proudly on its legs;

VOICE THREE

An empty glass enjoyed down to its dregs;

VOICE FOUR/VOICE SIX

The nightmare passed, (pause) our joy is all awake;

ALL VOICES (soto voce/echo)

Awake;

VOICE GUEST

The real thing, darlings?

ALL VOICES
(CLOSING BOOKS)

Yes. But STILL a fake. (Bow – PICK THEM UP -- and exit)

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