Спектакль представляет из себя мозаику из трёх произведений –
- Легенда о Пигмалионе и Галатее
- Ромео и Джульетта
- Дары волхвов
Эти произведения связаны в спектакле в единый логический и эмоциональный ряд.
В спектакле использована музыка из: к/ф «Ромео и Джульетта», 1968, мюзикл «Ромео и Джульетта», 2001, лютневая музыка, кельтский фолк.
Сценарий написан специально для постановки школьной театральной студии ”Accord” в День Св.Валентина.
Реализацию данного проекта можно увидеть на сайте театра-студии “Accord” www.theaccord.ru
Part I
Narrator
As once with prayers in passion flowing,
Pygmalion embraced the stone,
Till from the frozen marble glowing,
The light of feeling o’er him shone,
So did I clasp with young devotion
Bright nature to a poet’s heart;
Till breath and warmth and vital motion
Seemed through the statue form to dart.
Pygmalion.
You look at me, keep silence - and no more,
Your heart of stone is still cold, like your eyes.
I cannot keep my feelings anymore,
Please, say a word to me, don't hurt me twice!
I touch your cheek, I do adore your face,
That being made of marble is so pale,
The Moon can't be compared with you, my Faith!
Your glane seems like the mirror of my care.
And I'm admired of your body slim,
That I've created, giving life to you'
But every night gives me the only dream,
So, I can sell my soul if it is true!
I wonder, who you are, the gift of God,
My greatest pleasure or my bitterness?
My love is a desease of sinful heart,
Both enemy and friend, I can't say less!
See, I'm a slave of my creation, and
I'll pray, о Zeus, my God-give life to Her!
Without Her this life must have it's end,
My soul just cannot suffer anymore!
Narrator
He knows 'tis madness, yet he must adore,
And still the more he knows it, loves the more:
Pygmalion to Galatea
Pygmalion.
“If you gods can give all things, may I have as my wife, I pray…one like the ivory maiden.”
“And then, in all my ardor sharing,
The silent form expression found;
Returned my kiss of youthful daring,
And understood my heart’s quick sound.
Then lived for me the bright creation,
The silver rill with song was rife;
The trees, the roses shared sensation,
An echo of my boundless life.”
Aphrodite – Your pray is heard. I will alive your creature, but are you sure she will fall love with you? And there is no doubt that hurt you heart?
Pygmalion.
My love for her is forever
My love for her always grows
My love for her is always here
Even though the whole world knows
My love for her won’t fade
My love for her won’t go away
My love for her is always here
And nothings getting' in its way
I know my love for her will be tested
I know my love for her is challenged everyday
I know my love for her will never give up
Because my love for her is here to stay.
A. – Your words are filling passion and may be you are right – your love will light the other one. This night will turn into the legend and many centuries ahead all creators will remember about this unusual fate. (оживляет)
P.
Now my love for you r is in your heart
And that’s where I want it to be
Cuz' my love for you was here from the start
It’s just now you hold the key.
Galatea
Who are you and who am I ? Why do I feel blood and warmth and light and everything is bright? I speak, I touch , I live. I don’t realize myself and you, will you help me to understand the world around ?
P. - You are the wife who’re given me by Aphrodite. My creature done my thoughts, m soul and made my own hands.
Pygmalion & Galatea together.
Gal -You care for me in a loving way
Pig -When I feel like no one cares
G. -You always know just what to say
P. - When I need to feel your love
G. - You pour your love all over me
P. - When passion consumes my heart and soul
G. - You show me how wonderful life can be
P. - These are just a few of the reasons why
G. - I will love you for all eternity
P. - Make me the happiest man alive
G. - And spend the rest of your life with me
Конец первой части.
Part II
1
- Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
2
- From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
3
- Whole misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
4
- The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
And the continuance of their parents' rage,
Which, but their children's end, nought could remove.
Song – Kings Of The World.
Romeo:
Kings of the world running our lives
Powerful husbands with ambitious wives
Ever-so-smug 'cause they make all the rules
They are not kings, just a bunch of old fools
Benvolio:
Kings of the world planning ahead
They haven't noticed they're already dead
They eat the fat and they toss us the bones
Transparent kings sitting on paper thrones
Chorus:
We know how to live we squeeze the juice from every moment
We make love day after day night after night we sing we dance
It makes no sense in being careful not when time files like an arrow
We take every risk that's out there we're prepared to take that chance
We are the...
Mercutio:
Kings of the world, free as the wind
Looking for sins that we haven't yet sinned
They think they're smart, but they're really quite dumb
You miss the tune when you're banging your drum
Romeo & Benvolio:
Kings of the world, they're just a joke
They are not kings, they're just misguided folk
Boring as hell and as dull as can be
Benvolio:
One thing's for sure: they would love to be me!
Repeat Chorus
Romeo:
We'll take the chance!
Repeat Chorus (x2)
Time is like an arrow
We take every risk that's out there
We'll take the chance
Everybody are staying unmoving.
ROMEO
What lady is that, which doth
enrich the hand
Of yonder knight?
Everybody in turn.
I know not, sir. (like echo)
(music, dancing)
ROMEO
[To JULIET] If I profane with my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
JULIET
Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,
And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.
ROMEO
Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?
JULIET
Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
ROMEO
O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
JULIET
Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.
ROMEO
Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.
Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.
JULIET
Then have my lips the sin that they have took.
ROMEO
Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!
Give me my sin again.
Танец
Chorus
1
- Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie,
And young affection gapes to be his heir;
That fair for which love groan'd for and would die,
With tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair.
2
- Now Romeo is beloved and loves again,
Alike betwitched by the charm of looks,
But to his foe supposed he must complain,
3
- And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks:
Being held a foe, he may not have access
To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear;
And she as much in love, her means much less
4
- To meet her new-beloved any where:
But passion lends them power, time means, to meet
Tempering extremities with extreme sweet.
FRIAR LAURENCE
So smile the heavens upon this holy act,
That after hours with sorrow chide us not!
ROMEO
Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can,
It cannot countervail the exchange of joy
That one short minute gives me in her sight:
Do thou but close our hands with holy words,
Then love-devouring death do what he dare;
It is enough I may but call her mine.
FRIAR LAURENCE
These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder
Here comes the lady: O, so light a foot
Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint
JULIET
Good even to my ghostly confessor.
FRIAR LAURENCE
Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both.
JULIET
As much to him, else is his thanks too much.
FRIAR LAURENCE
Come, come with me, and we will make short work;
For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone
Till holy church incorporate two in one.
Сцена венчания.
THESE ARE MY RIVERS
ROMEO
Your eyes, these are my rivers
One glance can start a journey
That takes me to wondrous places
Your eyes, these are my rivers
JULIET
Your arms, these are my mountains
Hold me, and stars seem closer
No one can ever reach us
Your arms, these are my mountains
ROMEO & JULIET
No need to ever wander
We have the world before us
Don't move, let's always stay here
My heart, has found its way here
JULIET
Your smile, your voice, your laughter
New worlds that need exploring
ROMEO
And yet there's no need to leave here
ROMEO & JULIET
these are my rivers
CHORUS
Your eyes, these are my rivers
One glance can start a journey
That takes me to wondrous places
Your eyes, these are my rivers
Your arms, these are my mountains
Hold me, and stars seem closer
No one can ever reach us
Your arms, these are my mountains
Your smile, your voice, your laughter
New worlds that need exploring
And yet there's no need to leave here
These things, they'll be my rivers
Always
Звучит музыка – сцена прощания Ромео и Джульетты.
Следующий трек – Стихи –
LOVE IS ...
Love is ... a tender feeling,
Love is ... a way of being,
Love is ... just showing someone you care.
Love is ... being all that you can be,
Love is ... lending a helping hand
When someone needs you.
Love is ...
L-O-V- E
Love is ...
For you and me.
Oh! Love is the greatest thing in the world.
Part III
Narrator - well, the threshold of this house decayed, it is true. And house conditions - in it not that scandalous poverty, but is faster eloquently silent poverty. To tell the truth. I wouldn't like to live in such dwelling, but...If you know what wonderful couple lives here – Mr and Mrs James Dillingham Young. They are tremendous, I am sure, you hardly have met the same couple before.
Running ……………………..
Narrator – If for the love they get money, these young people will not have any problem at Christmas Eve…But – Christmas… And unfortunately, shorting money was the great problem for them. It not the main thing.
Acting ………………………….
Della -One dollar and eighty-seven cents. It is all. Tomorrow is Christmas, how could I buy a present to Jim!
Jim – It is ridiculous. twenty dollars. Tomorrow is Christmas, and I have almost nothing of this change! And Della? How could I make her get nothing at Christmas? Without any gift on such a day! I must think up something.
Narrator - Now, I should say that there were two possessions of the James
Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride. One was Jim's gold
watch that had been his father's and his grandfather's. The other was Della's hair.
Had the queen of Sheba lived in the flat across the airshaft, Della would have let her hair hang out the window some day to dry just to depreciate Her Majesty's jewels and gifts. Had King Solomon been the janitor, with all his treasures piled up in the basement, Jim would have pulled out his watch every time he passed, just to see him pluck at his beard from envy.
Will you buy my hair?" asked Della.
"I buy hair," said Madame. "Take your hat off and let's have a sight at the looks of it."
"Twenty dollars," said Madame, lifting the mass with a practiced hand.
"Give it to me quick," said Della.
Jim – Sir, would you like to look at my watch – I am going to sell it.
Seller – Well, I could buy it for twenty dollars.
Jim – Twenty dollars? Oh, I thought I could get more, but I agree. Please, pay me for it.
Della - At the store – Excuse me, I need something special for my husband, something that will suit exactly to him. Could you show me this platinum fob chain simple and chaste in design as all good things should do. It was even worthy of his Watch.
it must be Jim's. It was like him. How much does it cost?
. Twenty-one dollars.
- I am buying it.
-
Уходит со сцены. Джим выбегает.
Jim - Have you got beautiful combs, pure tortoise shell, with jeweled rims--just the shade to wear in the beautiful vanished hair. My wife would be glad if I give them to her.
-Yes, certainly, we have such kind of combs which you need.
- How much are they?
- Twenty dollars.
Thank you.
Merry Christmas.
At home –
Della - "If Jim doesn't kill me, before he takes a second look at me, he'll say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. But what could I do--oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty- seven cents?"
Входит Джим, останавливается и внимательно смотрит на жену.
Della - "Jim, darling," she cried, "don't look at me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold because I couldn't have lived through Christmas without giving you a present. It'll grow out again--you won't mind, will you? I just had to do it. My hair grows awfully fast. Say `Merry Christmas!' Jim, and let's be happy. You don't know what a nice-- what a beautiful, nice gift I've got for you."
"You've cut off your hair?" asked Jim
"Cut it off and sold it," said Della. "Don't you like me just as well, anyhow? I'm me without my hair, ain't I?"
Jim looked about the room curiously.
"You say your hair is gone?" he said, with an air almost of idiocy.
"You needn't look for it," said Della. "It's sold, I tell you--sold and gone, too. It's Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered," she went on with sudden serious sweetness, "but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?"
Jim drew a package from his overcoat pocket and threw it upon the table.
"Don't make any mistake, Dell," he said, "about me. I don't think there's anything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less. But if you'll unwrap that package you may see why you had me going a while at first."
Della разворачивает свёрток, крик радости, слёзы, всё вместе смешивается в одном порыве.
Потом, вспомнив о том, что ещё не подарила Джиму его подарок, показывает его:
"Isn't it a dandy, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You'll have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch. I want to see how it looks on it."
"Dell," said he, "let's put our Christmas presents away and keep 'em a while. They're too nice to use just at present. I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs. And now suppose you put the chops on."
Narrator - The magi, as you know, were wise men--wonderfully wise men--who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of duplication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. O all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest.
Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.
Sounds of music.
Look into my eyes - you will see
What you mean to me
Search your heart - search your soul
And when you find me there you'll search no more
Don't tell me it's not worth tryin' for
You can't tell me it's not worth dyin' for
You know it's true
Everything I do - I do it for you
Look into my heart - you will find
There's nothin' there to hide
Take me as I am - take my life
I would give it all I would sacrifice
Don't tell me it's not worth fightin' for
I can't help it there's nothin' I want more
You know it's true
Everything I do - I do it for you
There's no love - like your love
And no other - could give more love
There's nowhere - unless you're there
All the time - all the way
Don't tell me it's not worth tryin' for
I can't help it there's nothin' I want more
I would fight for you - I'd lie for you
Walk the wire for you - I'd die for you
You know it's true
Everything I do - I do it for you