We'd like to meet from 9:30AM - 12:30PM at Royalston Town Hall, starting bright and cheery on MONDAY JUNE 21st. The final performance will be on THURSDAY JULY 1st so as not to interfere with anyone's plans for the July 4th weekend.
Here is a bit of silliness from the "other" RSC...Reduced Shakespeare Company. Text below.
Witches: Double, double, toil and trouble
(Macbeth enters with sword. In nearly impenetrable Scottish accents:)
Macbeth: Stay, ye imperrfect macspeaker. Mactell me macmore.
Witches: Macbeth, Macbeth, beware Macduff
None of woman born shall harm Macbeth
'Til Birnam Wood come to Dunsinane, don't ye know.
(Witches out; Macduff in, hiding behind a twig.)
Macbeth: O, that's dead great. Then macwhat macneed macI macfear of Macduff, eh?
(Macduff throws down disguise, wields sword, throws two-fingered gesture at Macbeth.)
Macduff: See ye Jimmy and know that I was from me mother's womb untimely ripped! What d'ye think about that?
Macbeth: Aye, it's bloody disgusting. Lay on, ye great haggis-face.
(They fence. One misses, apologizes; they stop a beat and continue.)
Macduff: Ah, Macbeth! Ye killed me wife, ye murdered me babies, and ye shat in me stew!
Macbeth: Och, I didna'!
Macduff: Oh aye, ye did! I had t' throw half of it away.
Macbeth: Well, then, eat out, Macduff!
(Macduff chases Macbeth offstage. "Time out!" Macduff enters, but Macbeth can still be heard fighting in the back. Macduff sticks sword through curtains; backstage, Macbeth's scream is abruptly cut off. Macduff disappears, reenters with severed head.)
Macduff: Behold where lies the usurper's cursed head. Macbeth, yer arse is out the windie.
(Macduff throws the head to the witches, who screech with delight. He tries to start the next line, but is cut off by the cackling several times.)
Macduff: Shut up, ye gits!
(The witches fall silent.)
Macduff: That never was there a story of more blood and death, than this o' Mr. and Mrs. Macbeth. Thankee.
(He bows and departs. Lights out.)
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