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Performed by the LSC Bishop's Old Palace, Lincoln
24th - 31st August 1993
Director: Simon Clark
Assistant Director: Karen Harrison
Music: Rik Alliwell and Donna Capaldi
Cast
Escalus: Neil Perkins
Mercutio: Simon Clark
Paris: Andy Mayer
Lord Montague: Rob Smith
Lady Montague: Karen Harrison
Romeo: Simon Hollingworth
Benvolio: Richard Jones
Abraham: Paul Corbett
Balthasar: Richard Jones
Lord Capulet: Richard Main
Lady Capulet: Liz Lucas
Juliet: Jo Smith
Tybalt: Dave Clayton
Nurse: Jo Clark
Peter: John Marshall
Gregory / Samson: Andy Mayer / John Marshall
Friar Laurence: Karen Harrison
Friar John: Neil Perkins
An Apothecary: Paul Corbett
The Chorus: The Company
The Capulets and the Montagues are mortal enemies,
constantly fighting. However, when Romeo Montague and Juliet Capulet
fall in love, there is hope that the long running feud may soon
be resolved. Because of this Friar Laurence agrees to their secret
marriage. Almost immediately things go horribly wrong. Mercutio,
Romeo's best friend is killed in a dual by Tybalt, Juliet's cousin.
Enraged, Romeo kill Tybalt and is forced to flee, banished from
the city on pain of death. Juliet's grief is compounded when her
father arranges a marriage for her to Paris. She consults the Friar
who gives her a potion which allows her to feign death. Meanwhile
the Friar plans to reunite the 'star crossed lovers' when she awakes.
The Friar's message to Romeo goes astray, and the young man returns
to Verona believing that his wife is dead. Romeo kills Paris who
he finds grieving at Juliet's tomb and then he poisons himself.
Juliet wakes too late and follows her husband by falling on his
dagger. The Montague and Capulet households are shocked into reconciliation
when the tragedy of their children's love is fully revealed by the
friar.
" So there we were, Simon and I entangled
in Romeo and Juliet's final embrace, about to kiss and part forever.
The audience was with us for this poignant moment and all crisp
bag rustling was at a minimum. Until, that is, I mentioned the
famous line about nightingales and larks. At that very moment,
along sweeps an enormous owl, hooting merrily, sending out ripples
of giggles among those watching. I too had to bite my lip, which
made for a very attractive Juliet. You'd think that said bird
could have attempted a nightingale impression!"
Jo Hollingworth (nee Smith) - 'Juliet'.
"The tale...is performed with much passion...you
could almost be in medieval Italy"
SJA Newark Advertiser 27/8/93.
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