For Mum, Mo, Dad, Ann, Emma, James, Alice and Evie.
You are my backbone and my joy.
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Contents
Acknowledgements
Thanks to early readers and encouragers: Katie McGuiness, Jack Laskey, Ellen McDougall, Nick Bagnall and Caroline Steinbeiss.
For research I read a lot of books and spoke to some brilliant people, including Philippa Perry, Nick Kientsch, Stephen Daly and the wonderful Dr Will Tosh thank you.
This production has been blessed with an exceptional cast and team. Without their support, talent, friendship and dedication these words would be private thoughts inhabiting a silent page.
Thank you Brendan OHea for your patience, your wit, your heart.
And finally, thanks to Shakespeares Globeand to the tenacious, mighty Michelle Terry.
The Globe is an organisation so fuelled by love, kindness and care that its very structures defy their definitions it is less a building, more a mensch.
After Edward was first performed at the Sam Wanamaker Playhouse, London on 21 March 2019. Cast and creatives were as follows:
Cast |
Annette Badland | GERTRUDE STEIN |
Brian Bartle / Seyi Andes-Pelumi | ERROL |
Richard Bremmer | ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY/LEATHER MAN |
Richard Cant | QUENTIN CRISP |
Polly Frame | HARVEY MILK |
Jonathan Livingstone | EDWARD ALLEYN |
Sanchia McCormack | MARGARET THATCHER |
Colin Ryan | COWBOY |
Tom Stuart | EDWARD |
Beru Tessema | GAVESTON |
Katie West | DOROTHY GALE/MARIA VON TRAPP |
Creatives |
Sarah Case | Voice |
Glynn MacDonald | Globe Associate Movement |
Laura Moody | Composer |
George Nichols | Assistant Director |
Brendan OHea | Director |
Jan Haydn Rowles | Dialect Coach |
Sin Williams | Choreographer |
Jessica Worrall | Designer |
A few notes.
The structure and decor of the theatre should remain as is.
All entrances should be fitted with doors. All doors should have the appearance of being able to open and close of their own accord.
The action takes place over one act, without an interval.
Blackout.
Choral singing.
A hatch in the ceiling opens.
An arm appears through it with a lit candle as though someone is trying to survey the space below.
The singing stops.
The candle goes out.
A figure, EDWARD , falls through the hatch.
He lands with a bang on the stage.
Beat.
EDWARD: Bugger.
Beat.
An Elizabethan bishop, CANTERBURY , enters with a lit candelabra.
We can now make out EDWARD lying crumpled on the floor. Hes dressed in period doublet and hose.
Both men speak with modern accents that jar with their outfits.
CANTERBURY has a casual demeanour, incongruous to the situation.
He looks down at EDWARD .
CANTERBURY: Alright?
EDWARD: Not really.
CANTERBURY: Rough landing?
EDWARD: Yes.
CANTERBURY: Did you bend your knees?
EDWARD: Did I ?
CANTERBURY: Bend your knees? On impact.
EDWARD: I dont think so.
CANTERBURY: Thats the advice, as I understand it. The official line. Always bend your knees.
He leaves EDWARD and begins lighting candles around the space.
If in doubt, bend them. Same goes for lifting. Its all about your lower back. You couldve hurt yourself.
EDWARD: I did hurt myself.
CANTERBURY: You came down with a wallop. A right bang. I thought hell feel that in the morning.
EDWARD wriggles and shifts uncomfortably on the floor.
(Casually.) Anything broken?
EDWARD: I dont know.
CANTERBURY: Probably winded. Do you feel winded?
EDWARD: Maybe.
CANTERBURY: Wouldve knocked it right out of you I should think. Quite the drop. What on earth were you thinking?
EDWARD: When?
CANTERBURY: When you fell.
EDWARD: I wasnt.
CANTERBURY: Wasnt what?
EDWARD: Thinking.
CANTERBURY: Well what possessed you to take such a leap?
EDWARD: It wasnt a choice. I dont know what
EDWARD manages to sit up, rubs his head, takes in his surroundings.
What is this?
CANTERBURY: What is what?
EDWARD: This.
CANTERBURY: (The candelabra.) This?
EDWARD: No this. (The space.) Where am I?
CANTERBURY: Here.
EDWARD: Yes but where is here?
CANTERBURY: Its here , isnt it Im sorry, I dont think Im following
EDWARD: Did something happen?
CANTERBURY: Yes, you fell. Weve covered that. Didnt bend your knees, remember?
EDWARD: Before that, before I fell
CANTERBURY chuckles to himself.
CANTERBURY: All sorts went on.
EDWARD looks at him expectantly. CANTERBURY is oblivious, focused on his candle duties.
EDWARD: You were saying?
CANTERBURY: Was I?
EDWARD: What happened
CANTERBURY: Terrible pickle.
EDWARD: Okay.
CANTERBURY: Positively grizzly it was in the end.
EDWARD: What was?
CANTERBURY: Listen, should you be sitting up? I imagine you must be smarting. Thats a hardwood floor that. Oak by the looks of it