ReviewsGate : "Physical and vocal skill breathe life into Wildean morality… On the boarded floor, the 3 performers create the Fisherman’s dockside with such minimal, physical theatricality that the action can pass instantaneously from a stormy sea to the calm port…"
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Extract from the play:-
The Soul stands, pondering. He looks at The Fisherman, (who is asleep), frames the idea and speaks.
Soul: Rise up. Master, rise up and go to the room of the merchant’s widow; to the room in which she sleepeth, go, and slay her, and take from her the purse of gold……for we have need of it.
The Fisherman rises up and creeps toward the room of the merchant’s widow. At the side of the widow lies her stout staff; by her pillow is a bag of gold. As The Fisherman reaches out his hand to touch the staff, the widow starts and awakes. She grabs at the staff’s end and stares into The Fisherman’s eyes.
Widow: Thou?...Dost thou return evil for good, and pay with the shedding of blood for the kindness I have shown thee?
Soul: Strike her!
The Fisherman strikes her. The widow falls back and remains lying on The Boards through the next piece of dialogue.
Soul: Now take the gold and fly from this city, for she that dances with the white feet, she is not here!
They fly from the city....
Fisherman: Why didst thou bid me slay the widow and take her gold?.........Surely, thou art evil...
Soul: Be at peace, be at peace...
Fisherman: Nay! I may not be at peace! For all that thou hast made me to do I hate………Thee also I hate – Say, wherefore thou hast wrought with me in this wise?
Soul: Thou knowest!.... Surely thou knowest?
Fisherman: Nay, that I do not.
Soul: That - when thou didst send me forth into the world thou gavest me no Heart?....That thou dost remember, how couldst thou not?.......And so, without a Heart, I learned to do these things and love them, Master.