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The Mad Blood Stirring

A Version of Romeo and Juliet



Click here to  learn more about the project at Windsor Park Middle School in UttoxeterIn 2001, I was invited to work with a group of 12 and 13 year old students and their teachers at Windsor Park Middle School in Uttoxeter, the aim of the project being to create a piece of accessible theatre out of classic text. We decided on Shakespeare's "Romeo and Juliet" as the basis for this work. The working method we devised was to introduce the students to the key dramatic moments of Shakespeare's play, have them devise their own scenes around those moments, then introduce them to the scenes as Shakespeare wrote them. Following this pattern, over a period of weeks, we re-constructed the entire play, using a mixture of the student's devised dialogue, Shakespeare's original language, and a Chorus to link the scenes together.

The extract is from the opening scene.


THE CHORUS ENTER. THEY SPEAK THE FOLLOWING TO THE AUDIENCE, SHARING THE LINES BETWEEN THEM.
CHORUS: 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:
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes,
A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life:
Whose misadventured, piteous overthrows,
Doth with their death, bury their parents' strife.
CHORUS MAKE IMAGES DURING THE FOLLOWING

Two families at war!

AN IMAGE

Two people in love!

AN IMAGE

Violence and death!

AN IMAGE

Murder and banishment!

AN IMAGE

Parting is such sweet sorrow!

AN IMAGE

Doomed love joined in death!

AN IMAGE
This is what you're going to see!
A tale of love and death and woe!
Stay, and watch this tragedy
Of Juliet and Romeo.
It'll be a tragedy if you miss it.
CHORUS BREAK UP THE IMAGES AND APART. ON
ONE SIDE, GREGORY AND SAMSON ENTER.
ON ANOTHER, ABRAHAM AND BALTHAZAR ENTER.
BOTH PAIRS STAND FROZEN, AS THE CHORUS SPEAK

This is Verona
And out on the streets that grudge is brewing
The mad blood's stirring
The old feud's stewing
Because these two serve the Capulets
GREGORY/
SAMSON:

We hate those Montagues
CHORUS: And these two serve the Montagues
ABRAHAM/
BALTHAZAR:

We hate those Capulets.
CHORUS: And they meet on the streets And they can't hold their tongues
And soon
Pretty soon
There's going to be trouble.
GREGORY: You see them?
SAMSON: I see them.
ABRAHAM: They're Capulets.
BALTHAZAR: I know.
GREGORY: Quarrel - I will back thee.
ABRAHAM: What shall we do?
SAMSON: I will bite my thumb at them.
BALTHAZAR: Ignore them. We don't want trouble.
GREGORY: Go on, then.
SAMSON: Right. Here goes. Calls out Hey! Montagues! This is for you!

HE BITES HIS THUMB
ABRAHAM: Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
SAMSON: I do bite my thumb, sir.
BALTHAZAR: Do you bite your thumb at us?
GREGORY: Do you quarrel, sir?
BALTHAZAR: Quarrel, sir? No, sir!
SAMSON: If you do, I am for you!
ABRAHAM: Come on, then.
GREGORY: Yeah?
BALTHAZAR: If you're hard enough.
SAMSON: Yeah?
ABRAHAM: Yeah!
GREGORY: Yeah!
BALTHAZAR: Yeah
SAMSON: Draw, if you be men!
ALL DRAW THEIR SWORDS, AND FREEZE
CHORUS: And that's how it happens
As easy as that
From hard words to spilled blood -
A matter of seconds
It happens so easy
So easy
It happens too easy on the streets of the city
BENVOLIO ENTERS
BENVOLIO: Part fools!
          Put up your swords! You know not what you do
CHORUS: This is Benvolio - Montague and peacemaker.
TYBALT ENTERS
TYBALT: What? Art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?
CHORUS: This is Tybalt - Capulet and troublemaker.
TYBALT: Turn thee, Benvolio! Look upon thy death!
BENVOLIO TURNS TO TYBALT
BENVOLIO: I do but keep the peace
TYBALT:                   I hate the word,
As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee!
THEY DRAW THEIR SWORDS TO FIGHT, AND FREEZE
CHORUS: You strike a match
And the flame starts burning -
LORD AND LADY CAPULET ENTER
CAPULET: What noise is this? Give my long sword!
CHORUS: You snap your fingers
And death comes running -
LORD AND LADY MONTAGUE ENTER
MONTAGUE: Thou villain, Capulet!
CHORUS: And Mr. and Mrs. Capulet are in the fray
And Mr. and Mrs. Montague are in there too.
LADY CAPULET: Why call you for a sword?
LORD CAPULET: My sword, I say! Old Montague is come!
MONTAGUE: Hold me not! Let me go!
LADY
MONTAGUE:
Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe!
CHORUS: And everybody a piece of the action
Everybody wants to share the fun
And it's just like a chain-reaction
And everybody's joining in!
ALL CHORUS CRY OUT, VOICES CALLING OVER EACH
OTHER. THE CHARACTERS ONSTAGE GIVE AN
IMPRESSION OF THE FIGHT BY CREATE A SERIES OF
STILL IMAGES, ONE AFTER THE OTHER
Strike!
Beat them down!
Down with the Capulets!
Down with the Montagues!
AS THE NOISES REACHES ITS HEIGHT, PRINCE
ESCALES ENTERS. SOME OF THE CHORUS TAKE ON
THE ROLE OF HIS BODYGUARD
PRINCE: Rebellious subjects! Enemies to the peace!
BODYGUARD: That's enough!
Break it up!
PRINCE: Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel!
BODYGUARD: Put those swords away!
Come on, before somebody really gets hurt!
PRINCE: Will they not hear?
BODYGUARD: Leave it out!
Break it up!
PRINCE: Throw your mistempered weapons to the ground!
BODYGUARD: You deaf, or something?
You see who this is?
Your prince and master!
And we're his men!
So do as he says!
Break it up now!
Or else!
ALL STOP NOW AND LISTEN TO THE PRINCE
PRINCE: Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word,
By thee, old Capulet and Montague,
Have thrice disturbed the quiet of our streets.
ABRAHAM: They started it!
GREGORY: No, we didn't!
SAMSON: It was them!
BALTHAZAR: It wasn't! It was them!
BODYGUARD: Enough!
No more!
Watch it!
PRINCE: Now hear the sentence of your moved Prince!
If ever you disturb our streets again,
Your lives shall pay forfeit of our peace.
BODYGUARD: You get that?
Any more fighting
Any more brawling
Any more disturbing of the peace
And whoever it is that does it -
He's dead.
That clear enough for you, is it?
PRINCE: Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.
ALL TURN AND GO. THE BODYGUARD REJOINS THE CHORUS
CHORUS: So this is how things stand in the streets of Verona
An uneasy peace
An uncertain truce
The kind of quiet you get when a storm's in the air
And the heat's stifling
And light's glaring
And the heart's pounding
And the mad blood's stirring.
Click here to learn more about the project at
Windsor Park Middle School in Uttoxeter
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