Friel The Home Place

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ISBN: 978-0-571-30104-1
Verlag: Faber & Faber
Format: EPUB
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E-Book, Englisch, 96 Seiten

The year is 1878. The widowed Christopher Gore, his son David and their housekeeper Margaret, the woman with whom they are both in love, live at The Lodge in Ballybeg. But in this era of unrest at the dawn of Home Rule, their seemingly serene life is threatened by the arrival of Christopher's English cousin, who unwittingly ignites deep animosity among the villagers of Ballybeg. The Home Place premiered at the Gate Theatre, Dublin, in February 2005.

Brian Friel (9 January 1929 - 2 October 2015) wrote thirty plays across six decades and is widely regarded as one of Ireland's greatest dramatists. He was a member of Aosdána, the society of Irish artists, the American Academy of Arts and Letters, the Irish Academy of Letters, and the Royal Society of Literature where he was made a Companion of Literature. He was awarded the Ulysses Medal by University College, Dublin. Plays include Hedda Gabler (after Ibsen), The Home Place, Performances, Three Plays After (Afterplay, The Bear, The Yalta Game), Uncle Vanya (after Chekhov), Give Me Your Answer Do!, Molly Sweeney (Winner of the New York Drama Critics Circle Award for Best Foreign Play), Wonderful Tennessee, A Month in the Country (after Turgenev), The London Vertigo (after Charles Macklin), Dancing at Lughnasa (Winner of 3 Tony Awards including Best Play, New York Drama Critics Circle Award for Best Play, Olivier Award for Best Play), Making History, The Communication Cord, American Welcome, Three Sisters (after Chekhov), Translations, Aristocrats (Winner of the Evening Standard Award for Best Play and New York Drama Critics Circle Award for Best Foreign Play), Faith Healer, Fathers and Sons, Living Quarters, Volunteers, The Freedom of the City, The Gentle Island, The Mundy Scheme, Crystal and Fox, Lovers: Winners and Losers, The Loves of Cass Maguire, and Philadelphia Here I Come!

Autoren/Hrsg.

Friel, Brian

Leseproben

Act One

Sally Will I clean out the grate now or …?

Must be on the batter again.

Margaret What’s that?

Sally Your da. He has the choir out in the playground. Do you not hear them?

Margaret () Some of these aren’t properly aired.

Sally Showing off before the boss here; that’s why he takes them outside – so that the sound will carry up here to The Lodge. Wasting his time: Mr Gore pays no heed to him.

Margaret () Weren’t ironed properly either.

Sally All the same, no teacher ever made them sing as well as your aul fella does – especially when he’s on the batter. And the drunker he is, the better they sing for him. Strange that, isn’t it?

Margaret When you’re finished there, put the chickens back into the henhouse.

Sally You told me to let them out.

Margaret The falcon’s back. I’ll have to get someone up to shoot him. The sergeant will do it for me.

Sally Did I hear Mr Gore leave very early this morning?

Margaret Before breakfast. David and himself. The memorial service for Lord Lifford.

Sally Doesn’t seem all that long, does it?

Margaret This day four weeks exactly.

Sally That long? God, that was one dirty job. And no sign of the peelers lifting anybody either.

Margaret They will in time.

Sally I hope they do. Well, maybe I do … God knows they’ve questioned enough. Every man and boy in the parish must have been dragged in. All the same, he was a bad beast, Lifford. The Lecher Lifford – wasn’t he well named?

Margaret Put a newspaper under that bucket, Sally.

Sally I worked there for a whole year, you know. And I was only twelve at the time. Until my brother Manus came and took me away.

Margaret You’ve told me.

Sally If Lifford had been about that day, Manus would have given the bugger a hammering he wouldn’t have forgot. Listen! Stopped (). Your da’s probably nipped across to the pub. In all the four years I was at school, he never let me into the choir – just because my name was Cavanagh. ‘Never met a Cavanagh who wasn’t a crow.’

Margaret Our visitors are leaving this evening. You can change the sheets in the guest room; and the towels.

Sally You must have been in his choir in your day?

Margaret I was.

Sally Course you were. Weren’t you his pet?

Do you never go home now at all, Maggie?

Margaret You’ll need to dig some potatoes for the dinner. And take down the curtains in the sitting room and soak them in cold water. And clean the windows in the pantry.

Sally Anything else, Maggie?

Margaret Don’t forget to put the chickens inside.

Con () Sally!

Sally Are you off your head? You shouldn’t be jouking about up here!

Con That’s a great welcome.

Sally When did you get back from England?

Con At three this morning.

Sally God, it was the longest two weeks ever! What were you at over there?

Con Meeting people; travelling around; addressing small groups.

Sally That must have been rare fun.

Con Has to be done.

Sally Just you and that queer bucko from Dungannon – Stephen –?

Con Shhh.

Sally And why are you dodging about up here?

Con To see you, Sally.

Sally I’m sure! You look exhausted, Con.

Con The two visitors are still here?

Sally Leaving today.

Con What time?

Sally This evening, I think. Why?

Con They’re going straight to the Aran Islands?

Sally How do you know that? What are you up to, Con?

Con Look at that anxious face.

Sally Who’s he? Who are you?

Con He’s from Meendoran.

Sally What’s your name?

Con Johnny MacLoone.

Sally What are you doing up here?

Con He’s with me.

Sally Will you let the dummy speak!

Johnny Mind your mouth, girl.

Sally He’s not a dummy!

Johnny Watch yourself, woman.

Con He’s a friend of mine, Sally.

Sally What’s all this about?

Con Will you meet me tonight?

Margaret Sally!

Sally Bitch. (.) Coming! () Where?

Con Behind Roarty’s forge.

Sally When?

Con I have to meet somebody at eight. Ten o’clock?

Sally Jesus, Con, you’re not up to something stupid, are you?

Con If you’re not there at ten, I won’t wait.

Sally Yes, you will. () Bye, chatterbox.

I left the bucket of ashes sitting here, didn’t I?

Margaret Were you talking to somebody?

Sally What’s that?

Margaret Who were you talking to, Sally?

Sally Con Doherty from Ballybeg.

Margaret I thought that wastrel had left the country?

Sally Comes and goes.

Margaret What’s he doing trespassing up here?

Sally Snaring rabbits maybe. How would I know?

Margaret He knows very well that’s not permitted on these lands.

Sally Cousin of yours, Maggie, isn’t he? Maybe he thinks that entitles him?

Margaret He’s very wrong, then.

Sally Or maybe like a lot of others about here he believes he’s entitled to walk these lands any time he wants.

Margaret And like a lot of others it would fit him better to do a decent day’s work instead of going around whispering defiance into the ears of stupid young fools. Whatever ugly activity he’s involved in, we want none of it here. And spread a tablecloth on the lawn. We’ll...