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TWO SHAKESPEARE'S
(The Great Bard Mystery)
To 400-th of Globe.
PROLOGUE
London's street
Muses Chorus
My God, say, is the Talent only guilt,
And is the Genius a punishment, and only,
Is the suspiciousness perpetually, always
A price of claims without kith or gilt?
And why didn't he, who merit the Olympus,
Deserved the Eden and in the people hearts?
He, whose fate is a hard and thorny path
To Glory summit with a sorrow nimbus,
Stroll pensively along life ignorance,
Wile his fate-master like a faithful dog
Stand by a grave and guard it, be agog
To catch, when corpse decide to use his chance.
And can the master really will pardon
The slave Triumph and will't take a vengeance?
He'll try to lock the door of Recollection Garden.
P o e t 1
I am surprise, friend: the our Great Fill,
Who is the magical and brilliant poet,
Is like a rhymer before the...
P o e t 2
Greatest Will?
P o e t 1
No! Great fool!
P o e t 2
Have you some or little po?
P o e t 1
It is by now!
P o e t 2
Yes! But in some years
We shall't see them sit too side by side!
On the Parnasus, where the fool Shakespeare
Will stand at top, Fill will stand but behind.
And we must thank his sister, yes, her sun
Threw light upon oblivion...
P o e t 1
Gave a poison ...
Yes! She retell with womanlike her tongue
What, may be, was a strength of manly poems.
P o e t 2
But we had conversation not about.
And you began from them comparison...
(speak aside)
What reason is prejudice, my wash-out!
P o e t 1
Comparison? And, may be, with the Ben,
With him he's similar by main estate?
P o e t 2
With him he's similar, yes, standing near
A brink of scene
P o e t 1
No, Ben is one and great!
P o e t 2
Like words, from that he make before brick tiers?
P o e t 1
No, like a fingers in Shakespeares glove!
P o e t 2
Ben will get his deserts, what he had merited.
And in the life. But no much above.
It is unlikely he will get a credit
From his death...
P o e t 1
That is what I'd said to you!
By now I am listening thine opinion,
What that usurer will be among the few
But Greatest Poets and without yearning.
It will be better if a pig will saddle
For ever on his throne.
P o e t 2
(to side)
Then the claimants
Will't be a little!
P o e t 1
But what do you, sir, gabble?
P o e t 2
What may be clearly for only laymans.
P o e t 1
Don't you agree?
P o e t 2
I cannot understand,
What do you say? I comprehend for instance
My earthly Eden in my heart, my friend.
And I with gladness stride along it's distance
To ether, bearing in mind all earth
Like sorrow instant. It has burnt down...
P o e t 1
Yes, but the only past!? Your second birth -
Is fire, yes! You're Great! But only clown
Will outshine tomorrow with mist
Of the oblivion, and will envenom
The sweetest spring, comparing with abyss!
Comparing with a fount, but infernal!
P o e t 2
It's all the same to me!
P o e m 1
To be the latter
Not after King?
P o e t 2
To be or not to be...
But than King's higher, for his courts is better:
They have more claims; the more far ends can see
His land...
P o e t 1
My God! The basic contradiction
Is what the fool sit there! But than fool
Is higher, the his pitiful condition
Is seen for greater number of the...
P o e t 2
Stools.
And if the cheat sat there it would be
More better?
P o e t 1
No! I dare not dishonour
This stool...
But will impostors indeed
Take up the Throne from a surplus honour?
P o e t 1
Or somebody will elevate of them.
P o e t 2
But that is?!...
P o e t 1
No!
P o e t 2
I want not even listen!
If one exist at least let him will sham
My double. May be my stature is a reason?
But I give gratis! Only for the bottle!
P o e t 1
No! I am not a idiot and a pander
To do it! And I want not the ill-gotten...
His Glory...
P o e t 2
But in dreams you go tandem.
P o e t 1
Do you suspect me?
P o e t 2
Aren't you making hint
About that already half an hour?
P o e t 1
Have you thought so? But I am not akin
To devil. Oh, not! He's similar to tower,
Where the mystery must be, I think!
Yes, near him! The God has however
Erected tower without ink.
And I agree, he was being yet ere
The mystery.
P o e t 2
No, it's together with
Great Poet. For him it's necessary!
His holy soul easily may miss
The ether, if the soul wouldn't be ferry
By smoke from his bonfire through the skies.
P o e t 1
You understand me...
P o e t 2
Honestly be saying,
He's mystery himself but in my eyes.
He is so high, that if I'm near standing
There is not crowded for us and one's
Will not burn down in his sky-born fire.
He is so clever, that I, like a dunce,
Hadn't tried to comprehend, but I'm admire.
And I am happy what I've only met
With him before my soul will abandon
A body spectre won't have gave a debt
Back to good luck at my ill fortune sundown.
P o e t 1
But why you're crying, dear friend, again?
P o e t 2
The Poet laugh rarely in being
More rarely - on paper. I fill pain
Remembering the sagas.
P o e t 1
But I'm cleaning
My memory at times! Are you with me?
P o e t 2
I 'll go, but to everlasting umbrage!
It's better quit the life than shame. It's fee
For only thought!
P o e t 1
(at side)
You're beggar for this courage!
(aloud)
May nightingale too be ashamed for it?
P o e t 2
You see that may be if his fortune sharply
Had turned away...
P o e t 1
But that is only fit!
Or it became ill fate... It may but hardly...
P o e t 2
Hadn't been forgiving me so many Tsars
Among the peoples and amidst the fairies.
Yes, not by any reason the greatest bards
Have poor body, origin like Pharisee ---
But have for that, for act of own fate!
If one's like brilliant sparkle oneself then question
About use for windows may elate
And make us laugh. The crooked unpretentious ---
Dim Quartz will open our magic look
To marvellous fine Garden or from inversely
A Garden to the mysterious nook
Of our feiry. Amidst the earthly---
Affairs I, had wished to flash, became(ei)
Of opaque but... not a brilliant thou
That's why I'm growing dumb. But In't complane!
Yes, I agree: you may to help him grow---
But to a claimant... in the eyes of snobs,
Whom any status raise or lower down.
And when their mob have many different nobs
The mystery's more. And stool will get renown.---
Not only Throne. Our audience beg
And will be glad to see a greatest stealing.
But nothing will be stronger of the degs
Fraternity. And you his glory dealing---
Put on his head the sufferer's light halo.
Which's greater the king's crown and simple glory...
He's going! He must not meet my shadow
And read unlucky end my happy story...
(go away)
The Bard and actors enter with
wheelbarrows and tools
P o e t 1
(at side)
If I weren't knew him I shouldn't recognise
That brilliant in a quartz's heap for sure.
(aloud)
My idol I'm glad...But slightly I'm surprise
To see you with a wheelbarrow in tour!---
What for?...
A c t o r 1
My God, we should not have confide
To even Ether, what we'd were about
To break the Theatre, yes, our pride,
But our Willy very love to spout---
And sky had heard at first.
A c t o r 2
Had not you heard?
P o e t 1
So were you shaking your defeated spear?
I was surprised had heard the peals and birds
In winter.
A c t o r 3
Yes, you are precise like seer!---
You, our Bard like Great and mighty Zeus
With one a spear's thrust razed to the ground
The epoch theatre
P o e t 1
But after useful use.
But what the name will epoch be resound?---
Yes, only his! Already we'd forgot
And Fill and Marlow. And whose still epoch
Had you raised to the ground?
B a r d
O, what
Is epoch, if the World both all and inward--
Is so old? And we've decide with them
To offer the new globe on replacement
And stage unnoticed by death's scents
To base for those, who by life of layman---
Wouldn't want to live.
P o e t 1
Is it a lot with you
Anothers those lifes?
B a r d
Unless I count?
But here one my friend I always knew -
That to me not to live in our town
By one of them - my own poor life.
But if a clear nightingale lived only
As raven long and as hem substantial, right
Then his posterity let even lonely
Will mourn for him but will not be ashamed.
P o e t 1
But why?
A c t o r 1
But them will one's know? Anybody.
B a r d
That's why from life we had at once disclaimed
But our death we're always only lauding---
And serenading for it like for wife...
Yes, future, but not present - our life.---
P o e t 1
And after death you're going, my Willy,
To live not one?
B a r d
But after death the devil's
Will let off me ten times: I on one billet
Will lead a million children's of a hell,---
That will not get in there cooper basin.
P o e t 1
Do in a hell they cook an apple jam?
B a r d
Where I will be a spoon of tar. Why gamble?
P o e t 1
Means you would like to leave in life escaping--
Away such ten?
B a r d
Not my! It's not a pity.
To that from laziness I would not begun
To urge a crowd in a hell from city.
Why urge at place and even with a tongue?--
My task is to entice them to big stage
Where they may live all our earthly ages
Before the sky. And there I am ready
To go one by thinking self on credit
The company.
A c t o r 1(laughing)
You may not to get rid
Of us and on a way to the rest pit!---
B a r d
I fear you will hear much burn down
Your soul.
A c t o r 1
How to not burn, if we
Are almost in Zenith...
P o e t 1
(at side)
Underground.
A c t o r 1
With you already?
A c t o r 2
Due to you!
P o e t 1
(at side)
Between.-
B a r d
O, no! Only to a God and fortune!
And I without them am empty place,
Where now you must go with a caution,
And in my head without handicaps---
I can't to pass myself. With you, my friends,
I'm ready go by a boring road
And hundred ages without edge and end.
To walk alone even to abode---
Of God is not for me! And if my God
Will take away my friends once, in a moment
My gift will die at once!
P o e t 1
(at side)
With second clod.
A c t o r 1
But there is, my friend, not your! Like poet---
His poem belong to universe!
B a r d
And your creation too! I, fellow, know
The price for self. I'm only human voice
Of the celestial thought. I only blow---
Its melody.
A c t o r 1
But why It didn't blew
Through me or lord?
B a r d
He's taken me unusable
For other anything. And that's the clue
To door behind it one is not unusual.---
P o e t 1
You say about it without joy
As if about toil.
B a r d
I am rich
Like Croesus, but not by collection the coins.
The poet must one - without reach---
Yes to distribute only all another's!
It is a toil, He gives everything
For my creation.
P o e t 1
Who is?
B a r d
He's! My Father!
P o e t 1
Thank him! He give to us to eat and drink.---
B a r d
That's all! Let's go to create the stage
For World, and we'll give benefit performance...
P o e t 1
I be afraid, It soon or after age
Will know like its silly copper commons---
One word encore...
B a r d
I am not miserly
And egoist especially for the actors...
For self.
(laugh and leaves with the actors)
P o e t 1
If you could know suddenly
That soon not only, friend, for you their factor---
And grand encore will be address, you'd say
Some differently, because soon anybody
And even the spectator will not may
To find your gift among the earthly bodies---
Which is more real even at the scene.
The Muse of course will fall to sin.
PARODE
Muses Chorus
STANZA 1
As you are silly! You silly men!
You steal from Willy his argument!
But we are not your similitude.
And your appearance quite does not suit
Your victories. We look at your face
Like at the mirror or empty place.
We try in Sonnet and in your song
To see ourselves. And in the strong
Or sickly men we value more
The worked mind. Not as it bower.
But not retelling the knowledge known
Of all with transfer of famous throunes
And visited be trampled places,
That you attract, try to amaze
Your bride who searches the gold big cage
Among the palaces not on the page.
ANTISTANZA 1
Us wit attracts but only not like ours.
Alas, we are eternal, but at each hour
To listen same it would be very bored.
But we be ready to listen the each word
Of the your mind who may itself compose
What we hadn't heard and many ages ago.
He only will receive from us the clew
Of Ariadne, the other men - the clue.
STANZA 2
B a r d
Entering
Weight is on heart. I've lost the use of tongue.
Again I've got the letter from my home.
As I've became a stranger to my dumb
And pure Stratford, to my wise Avon.
And only easy languor's in my heart.
But in a head... I'm here quite another,
And losed of him would be for me so hard!
But I wantn't more the meeting with the other
With him I'm bored more than with the wife.
I'm now ready to hang up by hearing
His poor, primitive vocabulary.
But a loose tongue, that cuts like a keen knife.
And he is alien here, he's despised.
What do they care for it? I disguised
You in myself! Themselves, alas, don't choose!
Themselves, it is impossible to lose.
Muses Chorus
ANTISTANZA 2
He is sad.
The face is dead.
As it hurts
Come back to earth...
Life is wonder
With the stunner
And adroit
Dear Poet
In my house,
The books house,
Which we'll browse
After death.
I shall curse
Who'll stand between
Us... He dreams.
Dreams of her...
Swarthy flirt!
But the hearse
Wait for the Dove.
And he's above
The earthly love.
STANZA 3
Again a care!
She's in despair!
It's hard to be
A widow if
Her husbands safe
And sound. Let
Him is insane
And gay. No dead!
B a r d
O, no, the past is so far away
What I do not return it with desire!
Muses Chorus
And there's it?
B a r d
With Morning Star my way
On mountain is light. But all'll expire
If I should come back even to a hearth,
When all in eyes and in the sky is darkens
The only moon goes for a walk on grass
And like the cemeterial gardens
The whole world like deathly grow dumb
And losed the word it fatally grow numb.
I can't come back...
Muses Chorus
He's returned! He's returned
On a mount! He has spurned
The existence. Did you heard
He's recalled ...His swarthy flirt...
No, Aurora!... But he's ended
With Selena!... He's recanted
From his senses, from it's load!
Only poetry he dote!
The sky of the words
Are opened towards
Who rise in the world!
B a r d
I'm feeling as something has died in my heart,
A door in a fog's creaked like dulcet harp.
Muses Chorus
That Ether has opened a gate towards went!
B a r d
All right, all the rest I shall try to invent!
EPISODE FIRST
Ahead and at the left - hall of the knightly
castle, from the right behind - stage of
theatre. Between them - the moat with the
drawbridge. Bard.
Counts 1-2 and Virgin, Poet 1 enter
C o u n t 1
Well friends, when our aged beauty queen
Will leave for Eden like a meek nun?
C o u n t 2
It seems
To me, that there she'll set an example
Which's worthy of the strumpets. Only humble.
C o u n t 1
Yes but the time has healed a wound of sin
By making their similar on wrinkle.
V i r g i n
O, my God, one minute with a husband
Is like a half an hour in garden.
C o u n t 2
It's benefit for you, the cheeks turned pink
P o e t 1
(at side)
Yes, like your nose only after drink.
V i r g i n
Perhaps, but I'm the friend of pale Muses.
P o e t 1
As pale as your vain matrimony produces,
As union ether's fire and fog's damp.
C o u n t 1
The Muses pallor's pallor of the lamp
When there's no that, who's lit a fire
In them. Will, say could you like a friar
To fascinate your swarthy woman by
A only rhyme? Or so do you shy
And sit and wait like griffon still?
B a r d
For ever
I'll have to wait...
C o u n t 2
Your poems will never
Go bad because you've written it by a moon.
V i r g i n
Enough! Will, my friend, you're really spoon
On me, I know. Approach to me! You so
Are close to me as my father...
C o u n t 2
No!
Fil's with a bow, our Will've for hearts
Been carrying from birth your fatal dart.
V i r g i n
What do your Talent promises to Ether
And few to us?
P o e t 1
Its talent is the heathen!
V i r g i n
A feel, you full by burden.
P o e t 1
But where yet!
The twelfth night is his top. But you abet
His to go on the way... from top away.
And if he want to stay at own mount
He must not step to step, but may to bounce.
V i r g i n
If on the earthly mountain you stay
You're right. But had been necessary climbing
That you would find yourself again Ibiden
At ether bottom where other's lived
Without efforts?
P o e t 1
Where fate has leaved.
B a r d(to Virgin)
The death of time oppresses me . It's burning
But down like in wilderness a hermit.
But will revive it? Century's began
But where is new dresses? Same the dump
Of rags is anywhere.
C o u n t 2
But my dear
Are you in life or in your verse appear
Yourself before us? Do you live last night
Or your first day? Or do you not decide
Yourself?
B a r d
Unfortunately Im living where
My poor people live, and saying fair
I am existing now, only spend
The night in our life but I consent.
Life in the plays for me is still much merry.
And our beggar hungry people merit
The majesty it's tragedy but not
A retribution for it!
C o u n t 1
That's your lot!
In words there is both warrior and author!
I too by it my friend am anxious, bother
My friends. Her court is petty, stuck in plots.
And hardly can revive if we'll not swat
Some her fat servants, will not spill the blood
Which better fire clears us.
C o u n t 2
Yes!
C o u n t 1
But
Good time, my friend, at times forgives the villains
But yet in due course and punishes even
The saint!
C o u n t 2
Inopportunely! Yes, the bard
Invigorate you by his words canard
Not by his action!
C o u n t 1
But I did not ever
See in his plays, which will remain forever,
The empty words, inactive. All defeat!
Besides appeal for action, for a feat
We'll hear soon from their stage! I know
That every trust Melpomene and now.
C o u n t 2
But still the life isn't similar to game,
Since possibility to take again
The opportunity will not be here.
The poets let from the stages judge
Themselves self - murderers their own child.
V i r g i n
You're laughing so as you're a malicious,
Vindictive old man!
C o u n t 2
Yes, in my conditions
This doesn't surprise.
C o u n t 1
My friend about that
It is not necessary to speak. I'm glad
To hear own thoughts. The age too worry
And me. The words must now very hurry
To be in the beginning our age!
I've understood - to live me on the page
It's better than peg out on the throne
Or near it! One word all sins atone!
C o u n t 2
We're going to fight but not to talk!
C o u n t 1
But we intend to struggle not to work!
Without word dumb giant is the victor
For hour and only. But his victim
Will have to live in memory if leaves
If only word about self.
P o e t 1
The leafs
Is small for you!
V i r g i n
We've gathered for only
The sake of word, the sake of pages volumes.
And I believe that you'll begin again
The century from the renewed by brain
And soul Word!
P o e t 1
But while through poet mouth
The only Past speak, and he only browse
Its pages for us.
B a r d
What can I do is still
The coeval's silent?
V i r g i n
Dear Will
Believe the Phoenix'll rise inevitably
Soon from the dead as it has do eternally.
You see the stage has flourished. It has listened
To father's words! It's born again from schism.
And it is ages turn. And I am glad
To meet it with it's author...
P o e t 1
(at side)
Like with lad.
V i r g i n
In its first night, which really is thirteenth.
Are silent Will, your heroes...
P o e t 1
(at side)
'Her dreams...
V i r g i n
Speak for you us. And you, I shall not hide,
Are dearer to me as author...
P o e t 1
(at side)
Idol!
V i r g i n
Not as the only any role actor.
I love words play but do not love the action.
My Demiurge, the people founder, have
My words offended you and will perhaps
You dreams to be that whom yourself've created
Like we?
B a r d
The solitude is not elated
Because there's nobody.
V i r g i n
I understand!
I know it!
(step aside with Bard)
C o u n t 2
I'm pitiful...
P o e t 1
(at side)
Unmaned.
C o u n t 2
And I let out from a crate my pigeon
In azure sky.
P o e t 1
It so adorn you image!
C o u n t 2
What?
P o e t 1
Your decision...
C o u n t 2
But I think - a paint.
C o u n t 1
Does pain is real or it's only bait
For dove? Do you are jealous?
C o u n t 2
No, freedom
Of song bird either is or like a demon
It dreams with bird...
P o e t 1
I'm sorry, but we may
Play quite good joke on the bard.
C o u n t 1
In play?
P o e t 1
In centuries!
C o u n t 1
I think it's necessary
To be born self the deaf blind man or very
Big fool to make a fool the bard.
P o e t 1
If he
Is blind himself it's easier!
C o u n t 1
For cheat.
C o u n t 2
Like Homer?
C o u n t 1
I'm in no laughing mood!
Good by my dove! Bard, listen, I shall toot!
(go away)
C o u n t 2
I listen. You has enmesh my ill brain so
That I cant now break away alone.
P o e t 1
If suddenly two Shakespeares have become
Would England rich is double or it is halve?
C o u n t 2
If the unnecessary mouth's here
Appeared on our feast, then there's
More rich by mouth only.
P o e t 1
For example
If you'll become it...
C o u n t 2
Yes because you'll garble.
P o e t 1
Will you lose something in the mind of people?
C o u n t 2
Yes, I would thank a God, that I've the children
Not got - it was necessary to divide
With first, when Id be second in the mind.
The taper of my honour shines much brighter
For me, than glory fire of double writer,
When first will shine but second'll only burn
When he is heavenly it, but I'm infernal.
You'll say me thank for I was not offended.
(depart)
P o e t 1
But I didn't noticed your special resentment.
The rumour's hooked for edge your azure suit
You'll tell to anybody with acute,
Yes, ear but for music of the gossip.
And news flies quickly. Word is my deposit
Your pedestal will be my dividend!
But I don't be about to contend
Myself.
(depart)
V i r g i n
I'm happy only there, where's voices
And nothing more! O yes, my choices
One only - Ether!
B a r d
It's a pity, I
Didn't was with you one time in magic sky...
V i r g i n
My God! Who else at our life could carried
Away me there?
B a r d
Nobody, baring...
V i r g i n
You?
B a r d
No!
V i r g i n
We?!
B a r d
With?
V i r g i n
You!
B a r d
But...
V i r g i n
Yes!
B a r d
Good...
V i r g i n(laughing)
Bye!
We may with you meet only at...
B a r d
But why?!
FIRST STASIM
Muses Chorus
STANZA 1
Great our Zeus
Have many pews
And many face.
Each earthly Faith
Knows a Venus!
And our Heathen
Knew many names.
Commoners Chorus
Greatest Apollo?!
Life's now hollow!
It's not enough
One idol! The bluff's
Unique our manner
That we may imagine
Ourselves next to God.
We put on a bond,
And hide in a quad,
And crucify at random
He for our phantom.
ANTISTANZA 1
We thirst for a God
But not on the sky.
And bread in the gob
Is all Paradise.
O yes, we're agog
For... but earthly God
From that native Globe,
With light in his eyes
And sin in his life
So as we can touch
His garment by sneers.
There is so much
The lofty barriers
That beat to the pope...
The successors, a Pope...
Where's sinful Shakespeare?
Muses Chorus
STANZA 2
Your entrance's Mel'pomene!
Today is day of love!
A stage's today like formerly
In roses! Above
All winter gardens nightingales
Sing song about pair
Of lovers from the fairy-tale
Whose meeting will be ne'er.
Your entrances Terpsichore
But you will dance alone
Between unreal scenery.
His lone bed is cold.
The nest of dove is vacant
She flutter in the sky.
The fortress is untaken.
Where's heir of creator?
In winter blossom die...
ANTISTANZA 2
She doesn't see an earthly man
She's with a heavenly one.
So much it is! And he expand!
She's at the earth like nun.
He's perfect in the sky of words
But here haven't a face.
And earthly blossoms fade and birds
Dream in the frozen space.
Unknown god goes lonely pass
And London's streets or lines
Hear only steps by syllables path
To home... where he climbs.
Commoners Chorus
STANZA 3
It's imperceptible, it's uncomely!
He's unpretentious like a hamlet!
Muses Chorus
The winter fog is opaque.
Without walls, without gates
The London's street is wraith.
Commoners Chorus
He is not like a God!
He is all earthly person
Muses Chorus
The street is heavenly road.
The crossing's ages rehearsal.
Commoners Chorus
God's you, let give a bread. The spirit
And sights Shakespeare will give to us!!
Muses Chorus
This Londons street is misty secret...
A god self once here lost his hearth.
Commoners Chorus
ANTISTANZA 3
As he's great!
Even two faced!
The Soul of a lam,
But mind of old man!
Muses Chorus
As he's great!
Ice's ablaze!
The king at once a lout!
Who may and write and mount!
Who have a many faces!
Commoners Chorus
How many roles
Kings and heroes
He has left for world!
Muses Chorus
He don't find a word
Only near her.
Like his own twin
He is dumb and prim,
Hides in fog of books
His sun mind and look!
EPISODE SECOND
The same walls but in illusive smoke.
Book case, big table, portrait of boy,
Mirror, inverted to a hall....
Bard(enters)
Long winter night unmarried in a marriage.
And only wind'll undress and kissing lip
For mischief it will dress on her a tragic
White shroud not a wedding dress by slip.
Forgive, my friend, I'd frozen and been roaming.
I did not want first to return to you.
A paling of last years in the gloaming
Had fenced the past it seems. I said Adieu!
I was not seeing through it own home.
Awaiting gaze from windows did not call...
Me. I observed a spider-moon in dome
Was spinning web from fog and road ball,
And was afraid to get in it's network
Where people vanished as in a fog.
But you have power and over fear,
And we'll perhaps together drive on bier
I lying, thou being on horse back.
Did you speak otherwise in all your sonnets?
Didn't you're betrothed by your verse with hack?
The wedding is the death! You are astonied...
Me will be mourned. But who? She'll strew black pearls
Of her sad tears on eternally blank sheet?
All cast its if a hero or person
Has died but not when actor. Always backbit.
When poet? Well, You can, my friend, to hope.
I shall concede you all up to a drop.
But you've, is better, them to drink on slope
As you will not be on your life's top.
But what's I? You can dream my friend but here
I'll not concede for nothing you a way.
You'll to cool down, I shall add hot beer
Instead of inks in empty inkpots brain.
You will begin to fall, I'll spread a paper
That you and laying did not lose your time.
You'll order coffin, I'll lie in with taper
Like whitest sheet with veins of living lines.
But if I have gave all myself you here
Will there I give instant you for bluff?
If I alone carry burden of care
Then I'll not share dearth with you in half
Puts on a cloak, hat, takes a sword
As plate glass. I'd not see in it self e'er.
And frankly, I'd not very want to see...
From fear to give leprosy of sin
To Holy Soul from the bodies lair.
And not my point is present on your path.
I have was there. Where is my traces?
Like waters surface lying mirrors glass
Keep always waves of scratches not a faces...
Try to scratch the mirror, tears his portrait.
Today again she's been unfaithful in ether
To me. With you again. And not a time
With me. But where is the cord for chime
Of love, if look's her hear, hears vision?
Don't be a glad, I haven't brought your Virgin
Today. But so much hot moisture was
That in the bellies desert even pigeon
Would not discern dry land if flew across,
Especially old eagle or young raven,
Who's flown up in cloud after dove.
I'd been good actor with your married maiden
And played dumb that shouldn't hear her rebuff.
What can I do? I grow dumb before it
When she begins mellisonantest coo.
It would to me be easier if Aurora
Were to be here, where only croon
Before you. But you wouldn't give me even
A chance to put in word to your motif
And I'd been born anew but not like inmate...
At night I'd understood, that you is thief.
You've, own up, strip me of last thread. Thou
Have stole wife, my life, and then my love.
You don't give me to leave my blood, my sprout.
And torture me each even by a laugh.
Yes, making purposely me laugh, what trial
Your deadly jokes gratis by your slave.
Did thou thought that soul of admire
Can burst, suppressing hardly tears wave.
Yes, I'm your slave, but I'm a courts clown,
But not a fool, which's glad to any thumb.
If I'd had will some more I should have downed
A tears glass and left at once your slum
And should left with the old age there
Where crying I should like to laugh,
Where I should found self and with my heir
And shouldn't pretend that I am sixteen calf.
I always bore your any whim and vice.
And I forgive you all as to my son.
But now I'll present to your surprise...
I enter on your half and not for fan.
And not then to replace you in my hutch.
You're pleasure of the sky, I'm earthly woe.
You'll sing, but loving only song as such,
But I arguing with the Weltschmerzs prose.
You'll kindle its love in cold peoples hearts.
I shall extinguish fire of its hatred.
You for the sons, and I about past,
Which hoped to prolong its life in marriage.
But here I'll make way for you. Adieu!
This age and further is your way through crowd.
I'll like a father help to find it you.
We're pressed for time. Let's cast aside all doubts!
And I cant even mentally admit,
That I couldn't left in our world my heir.
But will you self forgive my only guilt,
That father here lived below stairs?...
As shadow of flying life are long!
But night will come and even shade'll be dwindling.
Yes, your day only does not wane like springlet.
And every day and age it only dawn.
SECOND STASIM
Commoners Chorus
STANZA 1
The pearl-divers stroll
But like blindest mole
And here below
E'en down below
Between ourselves
Like in a treasury
Search by all centuries
This swarthy Lady
Without events.
Muses Chorus
Yes, for the laity
I am invisible.
Commoners Chorus
They search simple man in
The street but imagine
A white gem from paper
Of souls Creator.
Search heavenly reason
Among earthly visions.
Muses Chorus
But Great Bard and singer
With us only sinned.
Commoners Chorus
ANTISTANZA 1
Without a crown
It's lonely, crowd...
Muses Chorus
It's dusty between pools,
Yes, path to Olympus.
Commoners Chorus
Look by all windows,
In search of the son.
Muses Chorus
But under sun.
The Moon like a nimbus
Has fell from the sky.
Why?!
Commoners Chorus
STANZA 2
The spring tempest sweeps
Arena of globe,
Lays here below
A table for feast.
Muses Chorus
The world is a scene
Where all players sin.
Each role's and any
For handful of penny.
Commoners Chorus
But where is fiancйe?
Muses Chorus
Don't look near chancel!
The Dove in the shroud -
Not veil - toss about
Her vain burning nest.
Such was the behest.
Commoners Chorus
It's terrible there,
On sun.
Muses Chorus
But you flare!
Each Genius have Star!
Commoners Chorus
Again from afar!
It's riddles eternally
It's question and only.
And we must invent
The answer...
Muses Chorus
Extant.
It is so unquiet
To be here giant.
As each bough whip
But you can not dip.
It tries to tear
Its dress, as the bear
King's more undersized.
But your price has rise.
And if all your actions
Had shame in collection,
You'd know a clues
Of mystery.
Commoners Chorus
A noose!
Muses Chorus
But now you may
Yourselves to partake
From your own bowl,
Which's glass or is gold,
That you will pour there
Yourselves. But don't stare
When find out line
Of water - not wine.
STANZA 3
In the earthly day
We don't see a way
Of the brightest Stars
As if it is far.
And Its hide and run
From the earthly sun
On a shadows horse
To the universe,
Carry its thoughts gold
Under shabby clothes,
As Its fear not
Thiefs - for thiefs! It's fraught
With big peril. It'll
Throw them like beetle
In the flame of mind
But without brain.
Also Genius hides
Dummy hoards. Let's train!
Commoners Chorus
ANTISTANZA 3
Again you lecture!
We only dance!
And we its treasure
Like poor alms
Will spend on drink!
Why must we think!
Muses Chorus
But there isn't your fancies!
There's really Parnassus.
And there is not dancing!
We did not ask you here!
The high-born doesn't appear
If it for words is nothing.
Those reaches the summit only,
Who self creates his lonely
And thorny way, who self
Will sacrifice himself
To own star.
Commoners Chorus
But why
Not to the world?
Muses Chorus
Or wife!
It doesn't is worth such great
And candid sacrifice.
If you love world like saints,
You're dead behind the gate!
But then willn't be surprised.
THIRD EPISOD
The cemetery at the bottom
of the Great Stage
B a r d
All are like must to be. And anybody
Didn't have the right to seal your fate for you...
But what's remain to me, to lie in order
To I shouldn't listen as you always pule
And represent my tears as a dew?...
Shall tell that here only body's bury
And that her soul in your verses lives?
But then I shall remain myself unmarried.
The words will not replace the womans bliss
For me, because a word itself cant kiss.
But to pretend that I am jealous fellow
Inflaming youthful ardour in your heart,
That don't give to awake despairs bellow...
How many It's but other same my half,
So as my mind was happy and regard;
So as my heart thaw universal cold;
And as a wing my hand flew trough the storms;
That we together even could not hold
When our line breaks out from a stall
To sky to warble with the birds or fall;
And when her words like magical enjoyment
Give birth from one a waterfall of words;
And when her light breath blows in my void temple
The dozens of life and flocks of dulcet birds,
And clothing its with dress of verse,
Lets out them on leas of stage; - I'll never
Find here... Stop! I'll have to interrupt.
You've called so high the price for her forever,
But my small stub is higher than your shrub.
But I'm not sure that it is my trump.
Without her se shall not live together.
About her we'd had all our talk
Which's pleasant for all. But now we're in desert,
And you ought to desert without balk
My quad. I'll now open the lock.
I can live no more like thief, yes, stealing
Your love of swarthy and delightful Muse
And hiding Genius in my simple being.
And I want live no more on change from you,
About self learn only playbills news,
Not loving only one self, but 'it will
Be more worse if abhorring. Petty thief,
Or pander? Nonsense! But to hold a victim
Of love in self like in the prison, in stiff,
With it to bury in a grave your gift,
For all that like a simpleton to hope
On reciprocity in love, - is filth!
It's better to permit you to elope
With Muse than to compel a love to kneel
Keeping a pen in own hand like steel.
That's all! Adieu! And don't torment my soul
By senseless farewell! To me it ails!
I'll ask you only one... you mustn't bemoan
Me, and you'll tell to her that sky bewail
Her and the sea of tears flood the whole
World and he choke... old nightingale.
(leaves in a corner of a cemetery)
Enter Poet 1, 3
P o e t 1
He's here! Why?
P o e t 2
He's here not alone
P o e t 1
That's what it's, that he has ceased writing so
Abruptly as if someone has forgotten
To show how he must raise the curtain
Of cleanness at the page, and self'd rang down
By its departure.
P o e t 3
Where?
P o e t 1
Underground!
P o e t 3
And what, and Spencer's ceased. Perhaps in fire
Not only house's burned, it is not dire,
But also talent. He's lived only month
Without it.
P o e t 1
But he at least had chance
To get back it and what he might recover.
But who from our very covert lover
Was only violin and who's musician
That is not clear.
P o e t 3
Lover? Your suspicions
Is news for me.
P o e t 1
He's fell in love with lady!
You see, his poem's and plays is may be
About her.
P o e t 3
The other I didn't wait...
P o e t 1
But I don't understand your tone...
P o e t 3
Bait
Is so intense and so you are blinded
By the hostility, that you have many...
Что не заметил промахов своих.
И подтверждаешь их духовной связью,
Кто был поэт, а кто был только стих.
Любил лишь он, она ж отца виденьем
Была, мой друг, навек ослеплена.
Один в ней видел чудо вдохновенья,
Другой считал - она ему жена.
Она ж лишь Музой и была поэтов,
Посколь была поэтом рождена.
Ее не стало, но ведь есть сонеты?
Без Музы, друг, поэзия смешна!
(уводит растерянного поэта)
B a r d (come back)
О, боже, пусто, пусто стало в мире!
Теперь совсем остался я один.
Лишь эхом дальним голоса в эфире,
Где их встречает, может быть, мой сын,
Идя, конечно же, со мной на встречу?
Как он обманут! Господи, но речи
Не может быть о бегстве в небеса!
Yes I shall only reach a hell despite
Desire. Then I'll never see my godly
My own son till Doomsday at the best.
What do I have? My gift's not my, Muse's also
Not my. All it's from God, I'd did behest.
And only family, my son... my tender blossom...
My God, does it is possible to live,
When he's already there? He, my future!
I might give all and gift for only Jif
With him... My God, You plague with my undue chat,
I understand, then give me faster death!
You see, my God, the life are not so many
With one, as I've been living in one nest.
For all the world my peril, merit, envy,
Disgraces, glories, truth and lie and love,
And hatred, antic, death would be enough!
But I and genius were deprived one here,
That's worth all others... All to the last drop
Will take, but take... It's strange, the sky is clear,
But gentle rain is dripping... fell in gob!
Such salty! Dear Death, that's you, I know!
I love you better than my Muse, and her
Is not between us, any here below
Cannot prevent my wedding with eternal
And most faithful wife. I should help you
To put on shroud, counter all cue...
Im tired of waiting, when we'll be anew
Two!
(leaves in grief)
STASIM THIRD
Commoners Chorus
STANZA 1
O, God! These poets and kings
And after Death don't give to drink
And live without the bustles and cares,
Without thoughts below the hair.
And while they govern and write their verses
They so ensnare the whole earth
In network of intrigues and secrets,
Then we must always seek an egress
And clue. But true it's here charm.
Life's so sinful that sin's like alms.
And if you're sinless you are poor.
And sinless nightingale do not allure!
Muses Chorus
ANTISTANZA 1
There is more faith in simple sinner.
So many saints appear for dinner.
But what's his sin? This secret was!
You see, one lived but loved for both.
Don't argue! Let he was self sinless,
We all the same will palm off dickens
On him! If idol will not be funny,
The fun'll be only on mount summit
And it won't last for few of ages!
You see, the people throng to the stage:
Afoot, at run, in cab, in carriage,
The poor, rich... not to the parish!
And who have only day to live
Run to the stage, because believe
Who is like him with sin and bent.
And if he laugh he understand!
STANZA 2
This Theatre'd been builded by Shakespeare.
He here played and also loved and lived
By greatest life of many sheer heroes,
By shepherds life, which he'd himself conceived.
How many floods, world wars and fierce fire,
How many kings and courts It has survived.
But still flag as well flutter on the spire
As in a hand at thirty five dispite
The death of ages, millennias career.
The Globe like Phoenix from its ashes revived.
And we again shall hold our breath and peer
Into the stage where to the sighs of Lyre
The curtain'll be open and to the cheer
He'll take his curtain call... himself
Shakespeare!
Commoners Chorus
ANTISTANZA 2
One age or four - it's only fleeting instant!
To day again as in the blessed year
We wait the Bard with pen and inkstand,
His fountain pen. All Globes peoples yearn
From gods to stage! And even Lords and Ladies
Have risen excitedly!... Elizabeth!
My God, she is! The Spencers Queen of Fairies!
The hall's quiet down. Only ages breath
Is heard and steps and rustle of white attire!
The curtain's opened, all breathed with disquiet...
It's only Lyre! But where's He with spire?!
The Actor 1 enters
EXODIUM
A c t o r 1(uncertainly)
My dear signori and signorine
I understand, you've waited Shakespeare.
Your eyes in vain rove over the pit.
There it is better fell in their pockets.
There it is many much money and sins,
What is so easy to leave for its heirs.
And... What? On gods? Amidst this beggars, thieves?
You see, there it's that only was stole
Or was gave it'd been stealing at first!
To go to stage and to give are you ready?
All you would rush, but your pockets are empty.
There's ringing only of gold or cooper,
There's not a penny of beauty...My God!...
Forgive me style! It's not a Bards, but still
It's words of friend, but friend is very nervous.
The milliards is before me... only chill's
Behind a back, and you all see no purpose:
He is amidst you! You love by his words
Your sons, your friends, of course, your pretty women
At first subdue your obdurate by verb
At first like victim at the end like winner.
You pluck by clumsy fingers Lyres strings
So, as if each from hall itself is 'Orpheus
There is before me so many twins
Of Romeo and Juliet, 'or queues
Of Katherine and Pettruccio, Othello...
O, yes, you play its clumsily, with bellow...
Attempting to create your own Eden
In straw shelter from a first endeavour
But you create!, with only love and credence
In own image, after bare pair
Own likeness, but His rather own it.
In each of you two get along together:
Creator and assembler of the bits
And syllables and rarely of treasures.
He does not give your second to become
A brute and lost among a herd of crowd!
That second's your familiar like a chum,
It's your inborn and durable shroud.
It's blunt and limited in needs and wish,
But it's devoted like dog to inmate
Of it own self, but nevertheless it wish
To first, because consider it an innate
Defect and parasite, and punishment,
Which it inherits from a sinful father.
Yes, now and then it blushing hates its pent,
And guzzles wines kegs and beers sea to muzzle
And poisons its pent with rich and hearty meal
To put to sleep. In vain! In old age also
It see in mirror own youthful still
And fine yet prince again in perfect blossom
Yes, you're together always. I believe
That now you're together if you live...
All, that we've told to you about Bard,
He'd told himself in Sonnets but about
You, each of you! You say that you apart
And he'd embellished! Will you say aloud?
No, it's not necessary, because you'll err!
He is in each of us, and that is why he
Is great, and nobody may subvert
Him from his throne of creators psyche
And usual man. The king of inward world
And that is why the swarm of the impostors
Twist near and around in wild whirl
Of envys dance. It's impotent but hostile!
As sacred mountain the throne of man
Attract them by a sparkling diamond summit
With great philosopher and lord in van.
But honeys lover doesn't itself is honeyed.
And skill of singing, dreaming doesn't entail
That it can be the god of nightingales.
P o e t 1
(from crowd)
But man didn't even dream the throne of gods!
And who is which we sing the praises?
A c t o r 1
What
And who said that: whose tongue is ringing only
Because he has an empty pate, or godling,
But who have only one believer? Self!
Don't worry, please! The throne is large like shelf
Of all worlds libraries, like stages of whole
Sublunary world...
(aside) But only here below...
In Ether he like on the earth is lone!
(aloud)
And there he wait, when you begin to settle.
Commoners Chorus
Indeed! And us? But we don't trust!
Did earthly kings wait once for us?
A c t o r 1
He opened a door of theatre
For you, didn't he? The whole globe's
This stage, and any scene is century,
Isn't it?
Commoners Chorus
That all, you see, we gloat
With greed!
P o e t 1
You set too highest bid,
When called a penny by a quid!
A c t o r 1
But who created Adam, Eden,
If not a King without Kingdom?
Commoners Chorus
Enough! The world is so tired
From battle around alter!
We did not come in hall in order
To listen a god or idol!
Sing! the Shakespearean Lyre!
The World without songs was tired!
COMMOS
Muses Chorus
STANZA 1
Our jealous god Apollo
Does not forgive the Muse
Flirtation with more diffuse.
But he so seldom hollo :
It's coward or kneel!
And only honeyed Will
Infringed on idol glory
Deciding to contest,
But knowing that a warring
May lose a skin like vest!
God trusted like sister Victory,
Laughed loudly to wrinkling,
At man's expense he jested...
In tragedy's creation
Sink in it's estimation.
But man's above collation
And had a large success!
God's recollection was tardy,
Because the man had mourned
Gods loss and loss of blond.
And so he's punished partly:
God striped the poets skin
Off man, and took one Twin
With him, but human body
He threw like empty bobbin
For torment to the dogs
And hit in earthly bog.
STANZA 2
There is so many hungry,
Insatiable of fame,
Who from the coffin umbrage
Together flies to flame
And circles above a body
In dreams about bit,
To drink a blood like toddy...
His body's so sweet!
But God had fooled impostors
And raised the man to reign,
Which you may see at posters,
Where lived is only name.
Perhaps dog's hundreds here,
But, looking at the stage,
We see the one Shakespeare
Without twin and age!
This stage is like a window
Of new and greatest Globe,
Where is Shakespeare's kingdom,
Where once he self eloped
With Muse and son - his genius,
His Hamnet... And for dogs
He left the glories smoke!
We saw, and God is witness!
Enter Bard
ANTISTANZA 1
B a r d
My friends, did you believe,
That I might close for ever
The doors of Globe? Never!
In order that to live,
To be with you but always,
I should have gone my all way.
Yes, for revival - died.
And dear Theatre and I
As well as Phoenix rose
From own ashes or prose
Of earthly life or nest!...
My heart's like bird in breast
So beating like at first night.
But I had much rehearsal's time...
Muses Chorus
God! Whether is it you?
Dying twice - again like new!
Unknown thunderous voice!
And we're without choice.
O yes! We heard the tale
About nightingale...
B a r d
Twice dying? I? Not likely!
O no! Every nightly
I die when curtain falls!
But only you're in hall
I rise with heroes
From dead like sere rose
Under the tear's rain
And sun of laugh again!
Muses Chorus
ANTISTANZA 2
Was there mystery?
B a r d
It's in my theatre...
In nightly in a coach
When earthly day is over,
Right to the Globe's porch,
Like a success's omen,
The Lady in all black,
Black eyes like stars are blazing,
Black diamond's on the neck,
But nobody amazing,
Because we all are blind.
In that hall like in gambling
She enter and enliven
All round... How she play
Like pieces moves the actors
In own game and crazes
Een schooled you spectators
The fates of heroes, world,
And queens and kings its clowns,
All men both young and old
She loses without count
She come to play in them
And certainly only winning
Because it is her realm.
Whos she beloved my vamp?
My wife! My God is witness!
For ever Im with her betroth
Amidst of you at air stage
So many years ago
In far and famous age!
When first she brought me into
The Theatre - my Temple
And then this all was ditto
And I then also trembled,
And she was in a black
But wedding dress. How many
She bore my kids its fact,
She so far enamour,
And she so far is bride,
But Im old man...
Muses chorus
O, Idol!
Shes here!
Bard
O, really!
Im lost! Im very weary
Indeed in lone grave
I must again to play
To live, to be enamour!
O, yes, from Muses glamour
We cant escape in death
And in repeated births
Her gift is so magic
That though her tears is tragic
But under tears rain
Life blossomed in all paint.
Muse
My dear, so long
I waited! Dont compute!
I did not be alone
But that was interludes,
Flirtation, farce and prose,
Words water - not your fire,
As if your sun had sunk
And spring had aged in twilight,
But it returned with sun
And I again desire
And Im again beloved!
Do dry my widows tears
With ardour of your love
And I shall be the ear,
Let only nightingales
Warble on the branches of sonnets!
And be again your plays,
Ill be your ceaseless plaudits!
And write the line on sky -
Ill there leave for ever
Like points or star my eyes!
Muses chorus
O darling, dont despair!
Muse
And open the door of page
From liberty I tired
Let heart fly in your cage
That is my last desire!
Bard
ANTISTANZA 3
I thought that I in sonnets
Self give eternity!
And how I was astonished
That in my hermitage
I self may be eternally
In your loves arms and only!
Where hearts is throbbing while
Together we revival
In every word of lovers!
Im happy to recover
Your love in my old home
I now know - lives towns
More ancient than a Rome!
Muse
Its town of the words!
Commoners chorus
Wheres mystery our port
Or Youre yourself adroit
Inventor?
Muse
Whole worlds
In every word!
Commoners chorus
We know!
But he return alone!
Bard
Yes, but I was afraid
That held return my shade
My saint and quaint beloved,
My dear swan, my honeyed,
My bumpkin Avons Bard...
Were ages age apart
And nights but I am lone
But I shall not bemoan
Im only here below
Hes in the highest sky!
My dear twin, ally...
Or my Eternal abode
My theatre, my Globe,
Or young and dear Muse
Help now me, imbues
But I am lone now!
As king and own clown
As poet - roles creator,
Its porter Who is actor!
Whose any word is verse,
Who live when it converse!
Who speak when Ive fell silent
But doesnt in the diets...
Whos I?! Which one of us?
Perhaps you trust the buzz,
But I believe Creator
And all? Thats written on paper
And all of this is your
Alls like in days of yore!
Your Providence and only!
Without it Im lonely.
Youd given me so role
Which was too big for soul.
Id shared it with man,
Who might and loved to scan
Whose life was so blank
But who succeeded nobly
In doing Godly plan!
All other was more full
With other things or fool
For pulling empty head
Without bacon and bread
Or doing Sisyphean
Task, rolling our sphere
Up to the mountain ,
Where hell must to begin
All from the first without
Its number, losing count
Of his beginnings, ends,
And living like a candles,
Which live itself if only
Dont burn itself in gloaming
Of earthly life but holy
Is only candles flame,
Not body, loving fame,
Not stone loving names
He self is name forever!
He must ones only flare
And all without death.
And you can do at earth
What ever you like! Vainly!
The sun have shadow mainly
Owing to Earth! Thats why
We are together at the sky!
Thats mystery of Shakespeare!
O, yes! I wait your cheer!
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