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Sir Gawain

Sir Gawain and the Green Knight

A Seasonal Play in Verse with

Medieval Christmas Songs and Music

suitable for small theatres, barns, halls, churches with good acoustics...


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"Inspiration obviously dropped on Simon Corble like manna…a delightful mix of hearty modern idiom and extremely pleasing verse, that captures the rhythm and dialect of the original with great cheer and sensitivity."

The Guardian - Francesca Turner

Originally written for The Midsommer Actors' Company in 1992, (whence the reviews) the text is undergoing substantial revision to produce a piece of intelligent Christmas theatre with real atmosphere.

Short Extract

(from the penultimate scene at the Green Chapel.  Sir Gawain stands on the ancient burial mound, having announced his presence.  The Green Knight speaks in a broad rural Lancashire accent.)

   THE GREEN KNIGHT ENTERS AND ADVANCES.

GREEN KNIGHT:

Sir Gawin! How good it is to greet again!

Yea, Iwis, thou art welcome, Wawen, to mi place.

And thou hast timed thy travel as true man should;

At this time, twelve months, thou tookst on’t challenge.

Twelve month and a day and thou didst come

So yeply to meet me, this young New Year.

Thou knowest the covenant cast us between;

haf thy helm off thy head and haf here thy pay.

Busk me no more debate, than I bore thee then,

When thou whipped off mi head with one whap!

GAWIN:

Nay, by God, I'll bear thee no grudge, Green Knight,

But stand still for thee; strictly, one stroke.

      THE GREEN KNIGHT WHIRLS AXE, GAWIN DUCKS.

GREEN KNIGHT:

Thou art not the great Gawin, that so good is holden;

That never flinched for fear, by hill nor vale,

For, such cowardice of that knight, I caught not a word.

I can't recall; did I cringe in the court, at Arthur's?...

My head flew to my feet, but flinched I not on

That floor!

GAWIN:

Alright, I winced once;

But shrink shall I no more -

Though when my head falls to the stones

I cannot it restore.

Deal me to my destiny - do it out of hand;

I shall stand for thee still, for one stroke of thy steel;

Have here my troth.

GREEN KNIGHT:

Have at thee then!

[end of extract]

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