TWO SHAKESPEARE'S

(The Great Bard Mystery)

To 400-th of Globe.

PROLOGUE

London's street

Muses Chorus

My God, say, is the Talent only guilt,

And is the Genius a punishment, and only,

Is the suspiciousness perpetually, always

A price of claims without kith or gilt?

And why didn't he, who merit the Olympus,

Deserved the Eden and in the people hearts?

He, whose fate is a hard and thorny path

To Glory summit with a sorrow nimbus,

Stroll pensively along life ignorance,

Wile his fate-master like a faithful dog

Stand by a grave and guard it, be agog

To catch, when corpse decide to use his chance.

And can the master really will pardon

The slave Triumph and will't take a vengeance?

He'll try to lock the door of Recollection Garden.

P o e t 1

I am surprise, friend: the our Great Fill,

Who is the magical and brilliant poet,

Is like a rhymer before the...

P o e t 2

Greatest Will?

P o e t 1

No! Great fool!

P o e t 2

Have you some or little po?

P o e t 1

It is by now!

P o e t 2

Yes! But in some years

We shall't see them sit too side by side!

On the Parnasus, where the fool Shakespeare

Will stand at top, Fill will stand but behind.

And we must thank his sister, yes, her sun

Threw light upon oblivion...

P o e t 1

Gave a poison ...

Yes! She retell with womanlike her tongue

What, may be, was a strength of manly poems.

P o e t 2

But we had conversation not about.

And you began from them comparison...

(speak aside)

What reason is prejudice, my wash-out!

P o e t 1

Comparison? And, may be, with the Ben,

With him he's similar by main estate?

P o e t 2

With him he's similar, yes, standing near

A brink of scene

P o e t 1

No, Ben is one and great!

P o e t 2

Like words, from that he make before brick tiers?

P o e t 1

No, like a fingers in Shakespeares glove!

P o e t 2

Ben will get his deserts, what he had merited.

And in the life. But no much above.

It is unlikely he will get a credit

From his death...

P o e t 1

That is what I'd said to you!

By now I am listening thine opinion,

What that usurer will be among the few

But Greatest Poets and without yearning.

It will be better if a pig will saddle

For ever on his throne.

P o e t 2

(to side)

Then the claimants

Will't be a little!

P o e t 1

But what do you, sir, gabble?

P o e t 2

What may be clearly for only laymans.

P o e t 1

Don't you agree?

P o e t 2

I cannot understand,

What do you say? I comprehend for instance

My earthly Eden in my heart, my friend.

And I with gladness stride along it's distance

To ether, bearing in mind all earth

Like sorrow instant. It has burnt down...

P o e t 1

Yes, but the only past!? Your second birth -

Is fire, yes! You're Great! But only clown

Will outshine tomorrow with mist

Of the oblivion, and will envenom

The sweetest spring, comparing with abyss!

Comparing with a fount, but infernal!

P o e t 2

It's all the same to me!

P o e m 1

To be the latter

Not after King?

P o e t 2

To be or not to be...

But than King's higher, for his courts is better:

They have more claims; the more far ends can see

His land...

P o e t 1

My God! The basic contradiction

Is what the fool sit there! But than fool

Is higher, the his pitiful condition

Is seen for greater number of the...

P o e t 2

Stools.

And if the cheat sat there it would be

More better?

P o e t 1

No! I dare not dishonour

This stool...

But will impostors indeed

Take up the Throne from a surplus honour?

P o e t 1

Or somebody will elevate of them.

P o e t 2

But that is?!...

P o e t 1

No!

P o e t 2

I want not even listen!

If one exist at least let him will sham

My double. May be my stature is a reason?

But I give gratis! Only for the bottle!

P o e t 1

No! I am not a idiot and a pander

To do it! And I want not the ill-gotten...

His Glory...

P o e t 2

But in dreams you go tandem.

P o e t 1

Do you suspect me?

P o e t 2

Aren't you making hint

About that already half an hour?

P o e t 1

Have you thought so? But I am not akin

To devil. Oh, not! He's similar to tower,

Where the mystery must be, I think!

Yes, near him! The God has however

Erected tower without ink.

And I agree, he was being yet ere

The mystery.

P o e t 2

No, it's together with

Great Poet. For him it's necessary!

His holy soul easily may miss

The ether, if the soul wouldn't be ferry

By smoke from his bonfire through the skies.

P o e t 1

You understand me...

P o e t 2

Honestly be saying,

He's mystery himself but in my eyes.

He is so high, that if I'm near standing

There is not crowded for us and one's

Will not burn down in his sky-born fire.

He is so clever, that I, like a dunce,

Hadn't tried to comprehend, but I'm admire.

And I am happy what I've only met

With him before my soul will abandon

A body spectre won't have gave a debt

Back to good luck at my ill fortune sundown.

P o e t 1

But why you're crying, dear friend, again?

P o e t 2

The Poet laugh rarely in being

More rarely - on paper. I fill pain

Remembering the sagas.

P o e t 1

But I'm cleaning

My memory at times! Are you with me?

P o e t 2

I 'll go, but to everlasting umbrage!

It's better quit the life than shame. It's fee

For only thought!

P o e t 1

(at side)

You're beggar for this courage!

(aloud)

May nightingale too be ashamed for it?

P o e t 2

You see that may be if his fortune sharply

Had turned away...

P o e t 1

But that is only fit!

Or it became ill fate... It may but hardly...

P o e t 2

Hadn't been forgiving me so many Tsars

Among the peoples and amidst the fairies.

Yes, not by any reason the greatest bards

Have poor body, origin like Pharisee ---

But have for that, for act of own fate!

If one's like brilliant sparkle oneself then question

About use for windows may elate

And make us laugh. The crooked unpretentious ---

Dim Quartz will open our magic look

To marvellous fine Garden or from inversely

A Garden to the mysterious nook

Of our feiry. Amidst the earthly---

Affairs I, had wished to flash, became(ei)

Of opaque but... not a brilliant thou

That's why I'm growing dumb. But In't complane!

Yes, I agree: you may to help him grow---

But to a claimant... in the eyes of snobs,

Whom any status raise or lower down.

And when their mob have many different nobs

The mystery's more. And stool will get renown.---

Not only Throne. Our audience beg

And will be glad to see a greatest stealing.

But nothing will be stronger of the degs

Fraternity. And you his glory dealing---

Put on his head the sufferer's light halo.

Which's greater the king's crown and simple glory...

He's going! He must not meet my shadow

And read unlucky end my happy story...

(go away)

The Bard and actors enter with

wheelbarrows and tools

P o e t 1

(at side)

If I weren't knew him I shouldn't recognise

That brilliant in a quartz's heap for sure.

(aloud)

My idol I'm glad...But slightly I'm surprise

To see you with a wheelbarrow in tour!---

What for?...

A c t o r 1

My God, we should not have confide

To even Ether, what we'd were about

To break the Theatre, yes, our pride,

But our Willy very love to spout---

And sky had heard at first.

A c t o r 2

Had not you heard?

P o e t 1

So were you shaking your defeated spear?

I was surprised had heard the peals and birds

In winter.

A c t o r 3

Yes, you are precise like seer!---

You, our Bard like Great and mighty Zeus

With one a spear's thrust razed to the ground

The epoch theatre

P o e t 1

But after useful use.

But what the name will epoch be resound?---

Yes, only his! Already we'd forgot

And Fill and Marlow. And whose still epoch

Had you raised to the ground?

B a r d

O, what

Is epoch, if the World both all and inward--

Is so old? And we've decide with them

To offer the new globe on replacement

And stage unnoticed by death's scents

To base for those, who by life of layman---

Wouldn't want to live.

P o e t 1

Is it a lot with you

Anothers those lifes?

B a r d

Unless I count?

But here one my friend I always knew -

That to me not to live in our town

By one of them - my own poor life.

But if a clear nightingale lived only

As raven long and as hem substantial, right

Then his posterity let even lonely

Will mourn for him but will not be ashamed.

P o e t 1

But why?

A c t o r 1

But them will one's know? Anybody.

B a r d

That's why from life we had at once disclaimed

But our death we're always only lauding---

And serenading for it like for wife...

Yes, future, but not present - our life.---

P o e t 1

And after death you're going, my Willy,

To live not one?

B a r d

But after death the devil's

Will let off me ten times: I on one billet

Will lead a million children's of a hell,---

That will not get in there cooper basin.

P o e t 1

Do in a hell they cook an apple jam?

B a r d

Where I will be a spoon of tar. Why gamble?

P o e t 1

Means you would like to leave in life escaping--

Away such ten?

B a r d

Not my! It's not a pity.

To that from laziness I would not begun

To urge a crowd in a hell from city.

Why urge at place and even with a tongue?--

My task is to entice them to big stage

Where they may live all our earthly ages

Before the sky. And there I am ready

To go one by thinking self on credit

The company.

A c t o r 1(laughing)

You may not to get rid

Of us and on a way to the rest pit!---

B a r d

I fear you will hear much burn down

Your soul.

A c t o r 1

How to not burn, if we

Are almost in Zenith...

P o e t 1

(at side)

Underground.

A c t o r 1

With you already?

A c t o r 2

Due to you!

P o e t 1

(at side)

Between.-

B a r d

O, no! Only to a God and fortune!

And I without them am empty place,

Where now you must go with a caution,

And in my head without handicaps---

I can't to pass myself. With you, my friends,

I'm ready go by a boring road

And hundred ages without edge and end.

To walk alone even to abode---

Of God is not for me! And if my God

Will take away my friends once, in a moment

My gift will die at once!

P o e t 1

(at side)

With second clod.

A c t o r 1

But there is, my friend, not your! Like poet---

His poem belong to universe!

B a r d

And your creation too! I, fellow, know

The price for self. I'm only human voice

Of the celestial thought. I only blow---

Its melody.

A c t o r 1

But why It didn't blew

Through me or lord?

B a r d

He's taken me unusable

For other anything. And that's the clue

To door behind it one is not unusual.---

P o e t 1

You say about it without joy

As if about toil.

B a r d

I am rich

Like Croesus, but not by collection the coins.

The poet must one - without reach---

Yes to distribute only all another's!

It is a toil, He gives everything

For my creation.

P o e t 1

Who is?

B a r d

He's! My Father!

P o e t 1

Thank him! He give to us to eat and drink.---

B a r d

That's all! Let's go to create the stage

For World, and we'll give benefit performance...

P o e t 1

I be afraid, It soon or after age

Will know like its silly copper commons---

One word encore...

B a r d

I am not miserly

And egoist especially for the actors...

For self.

(laugh and leaves with the actors)

P o e t 1

If you could know suddenly

That soon not only, friend, for you their factor---

And grand encore will be address, you'd say

Some differently, because soon anybody

And even the spectator will not may

To find your gift among the earthly bodies---

Which is more real even at the scene.

The Muse of course will fall to sin.

PARODE

Muses Chorus

STANZA 1

As you are silly! You silly men!

You steal from Willy his argument!

But we are not your similitude.

And your appearance quite does not suit

Your victories. We look at your face

Like at the mirror or empty place.

We try in Sonnet and in your song

To see ourselves. And in the strong

Or sickly men we value more

The worked mind. Not as it bower.

But not retelling the knowledge known

Of all with transfer of famous throunes

And visited be trampled places,

That you attract, try to amaze

Your bride who searches the gold big cage

Among the palaces not on the page.

ANTISTANZA 1

Us wit attracts but only not like ours.

Alas, we are eternal, but at each hour

To listen same it would be very bored.

But we be ready to listen the each word

Of the your mind who may itself compose

What we hadn't heard and many ages ago.

He only will receive from us the clew

Of Ariadne, the other men - the clue.

STANZA 2

B a r d

Entering

Weight is on heart. I've lost the use of tongue.

Again I've got the letter from my home.

As I've became a stranger to my dumb

And pure Stratford, to my wise Avon.

And only easy languor's in my heart.

But in a head... I'm here quite another,

And losed of him would be for me so hard!

But I wantn't more the meeting with the other

With him I'm bored more than with the wife.

I'm now ready to hang up by hearing

His poor, primitive vocabulary.

But a loose tongue, that cuts like a keen knife.

And he is alien here, he's despised.

What do they care for it? I disguised

You in myself! Themselves, alas, don't choose!

Themselves, it is impossible to lose.

Muses Chorus

ANTISTANZA 2

He is sad.

The face is dead.

As it hurts

Come back to earth...

Life is wonder

With the stunner

And adroit

Dear Poet

In my house,

The books house,

Which we'll browse

After death.

I shall curse

Who'll stand between

Us... He dreams.

Dreams of her...

Swarthy flirt!

But the hearse

Wait for the Dove.

And he's above

The earthly love.

STANZA 3

Again a care!

She's in despair!

It's hard to be

A widow if

Her husbands safe

And sound. Let

Him is insane

And gay. No dead!

B a r d

O, no, the past is so far away

What I do not return it with desire!

Muses Chorus

And there's it?

B a r d

With Morning Star my way

On mountain is light. But all'll expire

If I should come back even to a hearth,

When all in eyes and in the sky is darkens

The only moon goes for a walk on grass

And like the cemeterial gardens

The whole world like deathly grow dumb

And losed the word it fatally grow numb.

I can't come back...

Muses Chorus

He's returned! He's returned

On a mount! He has spurned

The existence. Did you heard

He's recalled ...His swarthy flirt...

No, Aurora!... But he's ended

With Selena!... He's recanted

From his senses, from it's load!

Only poetry he dote!

The sky of the words

Are opened towards

Who rise in the world!

B a r d

I'm feeling as something has died in my heart,

A door in a fog's creaked like dulcet harp.

Muses Chorus

That Ether has opened a gate towards went!

B a r d

All right, all the rest I shall try to invent!

EPISODE FIRST

Ahead and at the left - hall of the knightly

castle, from the right behind - stage of

theatre. Between them - the moat with the

drawbridge. Bard.

Counts 1-2 and Virgin, Poet 1 enter

C o u n t 1

Well friends, when our aged beauty queen

Will leave for Eden like a meek nun?

C o u n t 2

It seems

To me, that there she'll set an example

Which's worthy of the strumpets. Only humble.

C o u n t 1

Yes but the time has healed a wound of sin

By making their similar on wrinkle.

V i r g i n

O, my God, one minute with a husband

Is like a half an hour in garden.

C o u n t 2

It's benefit for you, the cheeks turned pink

P o e t 1

(at side)

Yes, like your nose only after drink.

V i r g i n

Perhaps, but I'm the friend of pale Muses.

P o e t 1

As pale as your vain matrimony produces,

As union ether's fire and fog's damp.

C o u n t 1

The Muses pallor's pallor of the lamp

When there's no that, who's lit a fire

In them. Will, say could you like a friar

To fascinate your swarthy woman by

A only rhyme? Or so do you shy

And sit and wait like griffon still?

B a r d

For ever

I'll have to wait...

C o u n t 2

Your poems will never

Go bad because you've written it by a moon.

V i r g i n

Enough! Will, my friend, you're really spoon

On me, I know. Approach to me! You so

Are close to me as my father...

C o u n t 2

No!

Fil's with a bow, our Will've for hearts

Been carrying from birth your fatal dart.

V i r g i n

What do your Talent promises to Ether

And few to us?

P o e t 1

Its talent is the heathen!

V i r g i n

A feel, you full by burden.

P o e t 1

But where yet!

The twelfth night is his top. But you abet

His to go on the way... from top away.

And if he want to stay at own mount

He must not step to step, but may to bounce.

V i r g i n

If on the earthly mountain you stay

You're right. But had been necessary climbing

That you would find yourself again Ibiden

At ether bottom where other's lived

Without efforts?

P o e t 1

Where fate has leaved.

B a r d(to Virgin)

The death of time oppresses me . It's burning

But down like in wilderness a hermit.

But will revive it? Century's began

But where is new dresses? Same the dump

Of rags is anywhere.

C o u n t 2

But my dear

Are you in life or in your verse appear

Yourself before us? Do you live last night

Or your first day? Or do you not decide

Yourself?

B a r d

Unfortunately Im living where

My poor people live, and saying fair

I am existing now, only spend

The night in our life but I consent.

Life in the plays for me is still much merry.

And our beggar hungry people merit

The majesty it's tragedy but not

A retribution for it!

C o u n t 1

That's your lot!

In words there is both warrior and author!

I too by it my friend am anxious, bother

My friends. Her court is petty, stuck in plots.

And hardly can revive if we'll not swat

Some her fat servants, will not spill the blood

Which better fire clears us.

C o u n t 2

Yes!

C o u n t 1

But

Good time, my friend, at times forgives the villains

But yet in due course and punishes even

The saint!

C o u n t 2

Inopportunely! Yes, the bard

Invigorate you by his words canard

Not by his action!

C o u n t 1

But I did not ever

See in his plays, which will remain forever,

The empty words, inactive. All defeat!

Besides appeal for action, for a feat

We'll hear soon from their stage! I know

That every trust Melpomene and now.

C o u n t 2

But still the life isn't similar to game,

Since possibility to take again

The opportunity will not be here.

The poets let from the stages judge

Themselves self - murderers their own child.

V i r g i n

You're laughing so as you're a malicious,

Vindictive old man!

C o u n t 2

Yes, in my conditions

This doesn't surprise.

C o u n t 1

My friend about that

It is not necessary to speak. I'm glad

To hear own thoughts. The age too worry

And me. The words must now very hurry

To be in the beginning our age!

I've understood - to live me on the page

It's better than peg out on the throne

Or near it! One word all sins atone!

C o u n t 2

We're going to fight but not to talk!

C o u n t 1

But we intend to struggle not to work!

Without word dumb giant is the victor

For hour and only. But his victim

Will have to live in memory if leaves

If only word about self.

P o e t 1

The leafs

Is small for you!

V i r g i n

We've gathered for only

The sake of word, the sake of pages volumes.

And I believe that you'll begin again

The century from the renewed by brain

And soul Word!

P o e t 1

But while through poet mouth

The only Past speak, and he only browse

Its pages for us.

B a r d

What can I do is still

The coeval's silent?

V i r g i n

Dear Will

Believe the Phoenix'll rise inevitably

Soon from the dead as it has do eternally.

You see the stage has flourished. It has listened

To father's words! It's born again from schism.

And it is ages turn. And I am glad

To meet it with it's author...

P o e t 1

(at side)

Like with lad.

V i r g i n

In its first night, which really is thirteenth.

Are silent Will, your heroes...

P o e t 1

(at side)

'Her dreams...

V i r g i n

Speak for you us. And you, I shall not hide,

Are dearer to me as author...

P o e t 1

(at side)

Idol!

V i r g i n

Not as the only any role actor.

I love words play but do not love the action.

My Demiurge, the people founder, have

My words offended you and will perhaps

You dreams to be that whom yourself've created

Like we?

B a r d

The solitude is not elated

Because there's nobody.

V i r g i n

I understand!

I know it!

(step aside with Bard)

C o u n t 2

I'm pitiful...

P o e t 1

(at side)

Unmaned.

C o u n t 2

And I let out from a crate my pigeon

In azure sky.

P o e t 1

It so adorn you image!

C o u n t 2

What?

P o e t 1

Your decision...

C o u n t 2

But I think - a paint.

C o u n t 1

Does pain is real or it's only bait

For dove? Do you are jealous?

C o u n t 2

No, freedom

Of song bird either is or like a demon

It dreams with bird...

P o e t 1

I'm sorry, but we may

Play quite good joke on the bard.

C o u n t 1

In play?

P o e t 1

In centuries!

C o u n t 1

I think it's necessary

To be born self the deaf blind man or very

Big fool to make a fool the bard.

P o e t 1

If he

Is blind himself it's easier!

C o u n t 1

For cheat.

C o u n t 2

Like Homer?

C o u n t 1

I'm in no laughing mood!

Good by my dove! Bard, listen, I shall toot!

(go away)

C o u n t 2

I listen. You has enmesh my ill brain so

That I cant now break away alone.

P o e t 1

If suddenly two Shakespeares have become

Would England rich is double or it is halve?

C o u n t 2

If the unnecessary mouth's here

Appeared on our feast, then there's

More rich by mouth only.

P o e t 1

For example

If you'll become it...

C o u n t 2

Yes because you'll garble.

P o e t 1

Will you lose something in the mind of people?

C o u n t 2

Yes, I would thank a God, that I've the children

Not got - it was necessary to divide

With first, when Id be second in the mind.

The taper of my honour shines much brighter

For me, than glory fire of double writer,

When first will shine but second'll only burn

When he is heavenly it, but I'm infernal.

You'll say me thank for I was not offended.

(depart)

P o e t 1

But I didn't noticed your special resentment.

The rumour's hooked for edge your azure suit

You'll tell to anybody with acute,

Yes, ear but for music of the gossip.

And news flies quickly. Word is my deposit

Your pedestal will be my dividend!

But I don't be about to contend

Myself.

(depart)

V i r g i n

I'm happy only there, where's voices

And nothing more! O yes, my choices

One only - Ether!

B a r d

It's a pity, I

Didn't was with you one time in magic sky...

V i r g i n

My God! Who else at our life could carried

Away me there?

B a r d

Nobody, baring...

V i r g i n

You?

B a r d

No!

V i r g i n

We?!

B a r d

With?

V i r g i n

You!

B a r d

But...

V i r g i n

Yes!

B a r d

Good...

V i r g i n(laughing)

Bye!

We may with you meet only at...

B a r d

But why?!

FIRST STASIM

Muses Chorus

STANZA 1

Great our Zeus

Have many pews

And many face.

Each earthly Faith

Knows a Venus!

And our Heathen

Knew many names.

Commoners Chorus

Greatest Apollo?!

Life's now hollow!

It's not enough

One idol! The bluff's

Unique our manner

That we may imagine

Ourselves next to God.

We put on a bond,

And hide in a quad,

And crucify at random

He for our phantom.

ANTISTANZA 1

We thirst for a God

But not on the sky.

And bread in the gob

Is all Paradise.

O yes, we're agog

For... but earthly God

From that native Globe,

With light in his eyes

And sin in his life

So as we can touch

His garment by sneers.

There is so much

The lofty barriers

That beat to the pope...

The successors, a Pope...

Where's sinful Shakespeare?

Muses Chorus

STANZA 2

Your entrance's Mel'pomene!

Today is day of love!

A stage's today like formerly

In roses! Above

All winter gardens nightingales

Sing song about pair

Of lovers from the fairy-tale

Whose meeting will be ne'er.

Your entrances Terpsichore

But you will dance alone

Between unreal scenery.

His lone bed is cold.

The nest of dove is vacant

She flutter in the sky.

The fortress is untaken.

Where's heir of creator?

In winter blossom die...

ANTISTANZA 2

She doesn't see an earthly man

She's with a heavenly one.

So much it is! And he expand!

She's at the earth like nun.

He's perfect in the sky of words

But here haven't a face.

And earthly blossoms fade and birds

Dream in the frozen space.

Unknown god goes lonely pass

And London's streets or lines

Hear only steps by syllables path

To home... where he climbs.

Commoners Chorus

STANZA 3

It's imperceptible, it's uncomely!

He's unpretentious like a hamlet!

Muses Chorus

The winter fog is opaque.

Without walls, without gates

The London's street is wraith.

Commoners Chorus

He is not like a God!

He is all earthly person

Muses Chorus

The street is heavenly road.

The crossing's ages rehearsal.

Commoners Chorus

God's you, let give a bread. The spirit

And sights Shakespeare will give to us!!

Muses Chorus

This Londons street is misty secret...

A god self once here lost his hearth.

Commoners Chorus

ANTISTANZA 3

As he's great!

Even two faced!

The Soul of a lam,

But mind of old man!

Muses Chorus

As he's great!

Ice's ablaze!

The king at once a lout!

Who may and write and mount!

Who have a many faces!

Commoners Chorus

How many roles

Kings and heroes

He has left for world!

Muses Chorus

He don't find a word

Only near her.

Like his own twin

He is dumb and prim,

Hides in fog of books

His sun mind and look!

EPISODE SECOND

The same walls but in illusive smoke.

Book case, big table, portrait of boy,

Mirror, inverted to a hall....

Bard(enters)

Long winter night unmarried in a marriage.

And only wind'll undress and kissing lip

For mischief it will dress on her a tragic

White shroud not a wedding dress by slip.

Forgive, my friend, I'd frozen and been roaming.

I did not want first to return to you.

A paling of last years in the gloaming

Had fenced the past it seems. I said Adieu!

I was not seeing through it own home.

Awaiting gaze from windows did not call...

Me. I observed a spider-moon in dome

Was spinning web from fog and road ball,

And was afraid to get in it's network

Where people vanished as in a fog.

But you have power and over fear,

And we'll perhaps together drive on bier

I lying, thou being on horse back.

Did you speak otherwise in all your sonnets?

Didn't you're betrothed by your verse with hack?

The wedding is the death! You are astonied...

Me will be mourned. But who? She'll strew black pearls

Of her sad tears on eternally blank sheet?

All cast its if a hero or person

Has died but not when actor. Always backbit.

When poet? Well, You can, my friend, to hope.

I shall concede you all up to a drop.

But you've, is better, them to drink on slope

As you will not be on your life's top.

But what's I? You can dream my friend but here

I'll not concede for nothing you a way.

You'll to cool down, I shall add hot beer

Instead of inks in empty inkpots brain.

You will begin to fall, I'll spread a paper

That you and laying did not lose your time.

You'll order coffin, I'll lie in with taper

Like whitest sheet with veins of living lines.

But if I have gave all myself you here

Will there I give instant you for bluff?

If I alone carry burden of care

Then I'll not share dearth with you in half

Puts on a cloak, hat, takes a sword

As plate glass. I'd not see in it self e'er.

And frankly, I'd not very want to see...

From fear to give leprosy of sin

To Holy Soul from the bodies lair.

And not my point is present on your path.

I have was there. Where is my traces?

Like waters surface lying mirrors glass

Keep always waves of scratches not a faces...

Try to scratch the mirror, tears his portrait.

Today again she's been unfaithful in ether

To me. With you again. And not a time

With me. But where is the cord for chime

Of love, if look's her hear, hears vision?

Don't be a glad, I haven't brought your Virgin

Today. But so much hot moisture was

That in the bellies desert even pigeon

Would not discern dry land if flew across,

Especially old eagle or young raven,

Who's flown up in cloud after dove.

I'd been good actor with your married maiden

And played dumb that shouldn't hear her rebuff.

What can I do? I grow dumb before it

When she begins mellisonantest coo.

It would to me be easier if Aurora

Were to be here, where only croon

Before you. But you wouldn't give me even

A chance to put in word to your motif

And I'd been born anew but not like inmate...

At night I'd understood, that you is thief.

You've, own up, strip me of last thread. Thou

Have stole wife, my life, and then my love.

You don't give me to leave my blood, my sprout.

And torture me each even by a laugh.

Yes, making purposely me laugh, what trial

Your deadly jokes gratis by your slave.

Did thou thought that soul of admire

Can burst, suppressing hardly tears wave.

Yes, I'm your slave, but I'm a courts clown,

But not a fool, which's glad to any thumb.

If I'd had will some more I should have downed

A tears glass and left at once your slum

And should left with the old age there

Where crying I should like to laugh,

Where I should found self and with my heir

And shouldn't pretend that I am sixteen calf.

I always bore your any whim and vice.

And I forgive you all as to my son.

But now I'll present to your surprise...

I enter on your half and not for fan.

And not then to replace you in my hutch.

You're pleasure of the sky, I'm earthly woe.

You'll sing, but loving only song as such,

But I arguing with the Weltschmerzs prose.

You'll kindle its love in cold peoples hearts.

I shall extinguish fire of its hatred.

You for the sons, and I about past,

Which hoped to prolong its life in marriage.

But here I'll make way for you. Adieu!

This age and further is your way through crowd.

I'll like a father help to find it you.

We're pressed for time. Let's cast aside all doubts!

And I cant even mentally admit,

That I couldn't left in our world my heir.

But will you self forgive my only guilt,

That father here lived below stairs?...

As shadow of flying life are long!

But night will come and even shade'll be dwindling.

Yes, your day only does not wane like springlet.

And every day and age it only dawn.

SECOND STASIM

Commoners Chorus

STANZA 1

The pearl-divers stroll

But like blindest mole

And here below

E'en down below

Between ourselves

Like in a treasury

Search by all centuries

This swarthy Lady

Without events.

Muses Chorus

Yes, for the laity

I am invisible.

Commoners Chorus

They search simple man in

The street but imagine

A white gem from paper

Of souls Creator.

Search heavenly reason

Among earthly visions.

Muses Chorus

But Great Bard and singer

With us only sinned.

Commoners Chorus

ANTISTANZA 1

Without a crown

It's lonely, crowd...

Muses Chorus

It's dusty between pools,

Yes, path to Olympus.

Commoners Chorus

Look by all windows,

In search of the son.

Muses Chorus

But under sun.

The Moon like a nimbus

Has fell from the sky.

Why?!

Commoners Chorus

STANZA 2

The spring tempest sweeps

Arena of globe,

Lays here below

A table for feast.

Muses Chorus

The world is a scene

Where all players sin.

Each role's and any

For handful of penny.

Commoners Chorus

But where is fiancйe?

Muses Chorus

Don't look near chancel!

The Dove in the shroud -

Not veil - toss about

Her vain burning nest.

Such was the behest.

Commoners Chorus

It's terrible there,

On sun.

Muses Chorus

But you flare!

Each Genius have Star!

Commoners Chorus

Again from afar!

It's riddles eternally

It's question and only.

And we must invent

The answer...

Muses Chorus

Extant.

It is so unquiet

To be here giant.

As each bough whip

But you can not dip.

It tries to tear

Its dress, as the bear

King's more undersized.

But your price has rise.

And if all your actions

Had shame in collection,

You'd know a clues

Of mystery.

Commoners Chorus

A noose!

Muses Chorus

But now you may

Yourselves to partake

From your own bowl,

Which's glass or is gold,

That you will pour there

Yourselves. But don't stare

When find out line

Of water - not wine.

STANZA 3

In the earthly day

We don't see a way

Of the brightest Stars

As if it is far.

And Its hide and run

From the earthly sun

On a shadows horse

To the universe,

Carry its thoughts gold

Under shabby clothes,

As Its fear not

Thiefs - for thiefs! It's fraught

With big peril. It'll

Throw them like beetle

In the flame of mind

But without brain.

Also Genius hides

Dummy hoards. Let's train!

Commoners Chorus

ANTISTANZA 3

Again you lecture!

We only dance!

And we its treasure

Like poor alms

Will spend on drink!

Why must we think!

Muses Chorus

But there isn't your fancies!

There's really Parnassus.

And there is not dancing!

We did not ask you here!

The high-born doesn't appear

If it for words is nothing.

Those reaches the summit only,

Who self creates his lonely

And thorny way, who self

Will sacrifice himself

To own star.

Commoners Chorus

But why

Not to the world?

Muses Chorus

Or wife!

It doesn't is worth such great

And candid sacrifice.

If you love world like saints,

You're dead behind the gate!

But then willn't be surprised.

THIRD EPISOD

The cemetery at the bottom

of the Great Stage

B a r d

All are like must to be. And anybody

Didn't have the right to seal your fate for you...

But what's remain to me, to lie in order

To I shouldn't listen as you always pule

And represent my tears as a dew?...

Shall tell that here only body's bury

And that her soul in your verses lives?

But then I shall remain myself unmarried.

The words will not replace the womans bliss

For me, because a word itself cant kiss.

But to pretend that I am jealous fellow

Inflaming youthful ardour in your heart,

That don't give to awake despairs bellow...

How many It's but other same my half,

So as my mind was happy and regard;

So as my heart thaw universal cold;

And as a wing my hand flew trough the storms;

That we together even could not hold

When our line breaks out from a stall

To sky to warble with the birds or fall;

And when her words like magical enjoyment

Give birth from one a waterfall of words;

And when her light breath blows in my void temple

The dozens of life and flocks of dulcet birds,

And clothing its with dress of verse,

Lets out them on leas of stage; - I'll never

Find here... Stop! I'll have to interrupt.

You've called so high the price for her forever,

But my small stub is higher than your shrub.

But I'm not sure that it is my trump.

Without her se shall not live together.

About her we'd had all our talk

Which's pleasant for all. But now we're in desert,

And you ought to desert without balk

My quad. I'll now open the lock.

I can live no more like thief, yes, stealing

Your love of swarthy and delightful Muse

And hiding Genius in my simple being.

And I want live no more on change from you,

About self learn only playbills news,

Not loving only one self, but 'it will

Be more worse if abhorring. Petty thief,

Or pander? Nonsense! But to hold a victim

Of love in self like in the prison, in stiff,

With it to bury in a grave your gift,

For all that like a simpleton to hope

On reciprocity in love, - is filth!

It's better to permit you to elope

With Muse than to compel a love to kneel

Keeping a pen in own hand like steel.

That's all! Adieu! And don't torment my soul

By senseless farewell! To me it ails!

I'll ask you only one... you mustn't bemoan

Me, and you'll tell to her that sky bewail

Her and the sea of tears flood the whole

World and he choke... old nightingale.

(leaves in a corner of a cemetery)

Enter Poet 1, 3

P o e t 1

He's here! Why?

P o e t 2

He's here not alone

P o e t 1

That's what it's, that he has ceased writing so

Abruptly as if someone has forgotten

To show how he must raise the curtain

Of cleanness at the page, and self'd rang down

By its departure.

P o e t 3

Where?

P o e t 1

Underground!

P o e t 3

And what, and Spencer's ceased. Perhaps in fire

Not only house's burned, it is not dire,

But also talent. He's lived only month

Without it.

P o e t 1

But he at least had chance

To get back it and what he might recover.

But who from our very covert lover

Was only violin and who's musician

That is not clear.

P o e t 3

Lover? Your suspicions

Is news for me.

P o e t 1

He's fell in love with lady!

You see, his poem's and plays is may be

About her.

P o e t 3

The other I didn't wait...

P o e t 1

But I don't understand your tone...

P o e t 3

Bait

Is so intense and so you are blinded

By the hostility, that you have many...

Что не заметил промахов своих.

И подтверждаешь их духовной связью,

Кто был поэт, а кто был только стих.

Любил лишь он, она ж отца виденьем

Была, мой друг, навек ослеплена.

Один в ней видел чудо вдохновенья,

Другой считал - она ему жена.

Она ж лишь Музой и была поэтов,

Посколь была поэтом рождена.

Ее не стало, но ведь есть сонеты?

Без Музы, друг, поэзия смешна!

(уводит растерянного поэта)

B a r d (come back)

О, боже, пусто, пусто стало в мире!

Теперь совсем остался я один.

Лишь эхом дальним голоса в эфире,

Где их встречает, может быть, мой сын,

Идя, конечно же, со мной на встречу?

Как он обманут! Господи, но речи

Не может быть о бегстве в небеса!

Yes I shall only reach a hell despite

Desire. Then I'll never see my godly

My own son till Doomsday at the best.

What do I have? My gift's not my, Muse's also

Not my. All it's from God, I'd did behest.

And only family, my son... my tender blossom...

My God, does it is possible to live,

When he's already there? He, my future!

I might give all and gift for only Jif

With him... My God, You plague with my undue chat,

I understand, then give me faster death!

You see, my God, the life are not so many

With one, as I've been living in one nest.

For all the world my peril, merit, envy,

Disgraces, glories, truth and lie and love,

And hatred, antic, death would be enough!

But I and genius were deprived one here,

That's worth all others... All to the last drop

Will take, but take... It's strange, the sky is clear,

But gentle rain is dripping... fell in gob!

Such salty! Dear Death, that's you, I know!

I love you better than my Muse, and her

Is not between us, any here below

Cannot prevent my wedding with eternal

And most faithful wife. I should help you

To put on shroud, counter all cue...

Im tired of waiting, when we'll be anew

Two!

(leaves in grief)

STASIM THIRD

Commoners Chorus

STANZA 1

O, God! These poets and kings

And after Death don't give to drink

And live without the bustles and cares,

Without thoughts below the hair.

And while they govern and write their verses

They so ensnare the whole earth

In network of intrigues and secrets,

Then we must always seek an egress

And clue. But true it's here charm.

Life's so sinful that sin's like alms.

And if you're sinless you are poor.

And sinless nightingale do not allure!

Muses Chorus

ANTISTANZA 1

There is more faith in simple sinner.

So many saints appear for dinner.

But what's his sin? This secret was!

You see, one lived but loved for both.

Don't argue! Let he was self sinless,

We all the same will palm off dickens

On him! If idol will not be funny,

The fun'll be only on mount summit

And it won't last for few of ages!

You see, the people throng to the stage:

Afoot, at run, in cab, in carriage,

The poor, rich... not to the parish!

And who have only day to live

Run to the stage, because believe

Who is like him with sin and bent.

And if he laugh he understand!

STANZA 2

This Theatre'd been builded by Shakespeare.

He here played and also loved and lived

By greatest life of many sheer heroes,

By shepherds life, which he'd himself conceived.

How many floods, world wars and fierce fire,

How many kings and courts It has survived.

But still flag as well flutter on the spire

As in a hand at thirty five dispite

The death of ages, millennias career.

The Globe like Phoenix from its ashes revived.

And we again shall hold our breath and peer

Into the stage where to the sighs of Lyre

The curtain'll be open and to the cheer

He'll take his curtain call... himself

Shakespeare!

Commoners Chorus

ANTISTANZA 2

One age or four - it's only fleeting instant!

To day again as in the blessed year

We wait the Bard with pen and inkstand,

His fountain pen. All Globes peoples yearn

From gods to stage! And even Lords and Ladies

Have risen excitedly!... Elizabeth!

My God, she is! The Spencers Queen of Fairies!

The hall's quiet down. Only ages breath

Is heard and steps and rustle of white attire!

The curtain's opened, all breathed with disquiet...

It's only Lyre! But where's He with spire?!

The Actor 1 enters

EXODIUM

A c t o r 1(uncertainly)

My dear signori and signorine

I understand, you've waited Shakespeare.

Your eyes in vain rove over the pit.

There it is better fell in their pockets.

There it is many much money and sins,

What is so easy to leave for its heirs.

And... What? On gods? Amidst this beggars, thieves?

You see, there it's that only was stole

Or was gave it'd been stealing at first!

To go to stage and to give are you ready?

All you would rush, but your pockets are empty.

There's ringing only of gold or cooper,

There's not a penny of beauty...My God!...

Forgive me style! It's not a Bards, but still

It's words of friend, but friend is very nervous.

The milliards is before me... only chill's

Behind a back, and you all see no purpose:

He is amidst you! You love by his words

Your sons, your friends, of course, your pretty women

At first subdue your obdurate by verb

At first like victim at the end like winner.

You pluck by clumsy fingers Lyres strings

So, as if each from hall itself is 'Orpheus

There is before me so many twins

Of Romeo and Juliet, 'or queues

Of Katherine and Pettruccio, Othello...

O, yes, you play its clumsily, with bellow...

Attempting to create your own Eden

In straw shelter from a first endeavour

But you create!, with only love and credence

In own image, after bare pair

Own likeness, but His rather own it.

In each of you two get along together:

Creator and assembler of the bits

And syllables and rarely of treasures.

He does not give your second to become

A brute and lost among a herd of crowd!

That second's your familiar like a chum,

It's your inborn and durable shroud.

It's blunt and limited in needs and wish,

But it's devoted like dog to inmate

Of it own self, but nevertheless it wish

To first, because consider it an innate

Defect and parasite, and punishment,

Which it inherits from a sinful father.

Yes, now and then it blushing hates its pent,

And guzzles wines kegs and beers sea to muzzle

And poisons its pent with rich and hearty meal

To put to sleep. In vain! In old age also

It see in mirror own youthful still

And fine yet prince again in perfect blossom

Yes, you're together always. I believe

That now you're together if you live...

All, that we've told to you about Bard,

He'd told himself in Sonnets but about

You, each of you! You say that you apart

And he'd embellished! Will you say aloud?

No, it's not necessary, because you'll err!

He is in each of us, and that is why he

Is great, and nobody may subvert

Him from his throne of creators psyche

And usual man. The king of inward world

And that is why the swarm of the impostors

Twist near and around in wild whirl

Of envys dance. It's impotent but hostile!

As sacred mountain the throne of man

Attract them by a sparkling diamond summit

With great philosopher and lord in van.

But honeys lover doesn't itself is honeyed.

And skill of singing, dreaming doesn't entail

That it can be the god of nightingales.

P o e t 1

(from crowd)

But man didn't even dream the throne of gods!

And who is which we sing the praises?

A c t o r 1

What

And who said that: whose tongue is ringing only

Because he has an empty pate, or godling,

But who have only one believer? Self!

Don't worry, please! The throne is large like shelf

Of all worlds libraries, like stages of whole

Sublunary world...

(aside) But only here below...

In Ether he like on the earth is lone!

(aloud)

And there he wait, when you begin to settle.

Commoners Chorus

Indeed! And us? But we don't trust!

Did earthly kings wait once for us?

A c t o r 1

He opened a door of theatre

For you, didn't he? The whole globe's

This stage, and any scene is century,

Isn't it?

Commoners Chorus

That all, you see, we gloat

With greed!

P o e t 1

You set too highest bid,

When called a penny by a quid!

A c t o r 1

But who created Adam, Eden,

If not a King without Kingdom?

Commoners Chorus

Enough! The world is so tired

From battle around alter!

We did not come in hall in order

To listen a god or idol!

Sing! the Shakespearean Lyre!

The World without songs was tired!

COMMOS

Muses Chorus

STANZA 1

Our jealous god Apollo

Does not forgive the Muse

Flirtation with more diffuse.

But he so seldom hollo :

It's coward or kneel!

And only honeyed Will

Infringed on idol glory

Deciding to contest,

But knowing that a warring

May lose a skin like vest!

God trusted like sister Victory,

Laughed loudly to wrinkling,

At man's expense he jested...

In tragedy's creation

Sink in it's estimation.

But man's above collation

And had a large success!

God's recollection was tardy,

Because the man had mourned

Gods loss and loss of blond.

And so he's punished partly:

God striped the poets skin

Off man, and took one Twin

With him, but human body

He threw like empty bobbin

For torment to the dogs

And hit in earthly bog.

STANZA 2

There is so many hungry,

Insatiable of fame,

Who from the coffin umbrage

Together flies to flame

And circles above a body

In dreams about bit,

To drink a blood like toddy...

His body's so sweet!

But God had fooled impostors

And raised the man to reign,

Which you may see at posters,

Where lived is only name.

Perhaps dog's hundreds here,

But, looking at the stage,

We see the one Shakespeare

Without twin and age!

This stage is like a window

Of new and greatest Globe,

Where is Shakespeare's kingdom,

Where once he self eloped

With Muse and son - his genius,

His Hamnet... And for dogs

He left the glories smoke!

We saw, and God is witness!

Enter Bard

ANTISTANZA 1

B a r d

My friends, did you believe,

That I might close for ever

The doors of Globe? Never!

In order that to live,

To be with you but always,

I should have gone my all way.

Yes, for revival - died.

And dear Theatre and I

As well as Phoenix rose

From own ashes or prose

Of earthly life or nest!...

My heart's like bird in breast

So beating like at first night.

But I had much rehearsal's time...

Muses Chorus

God! Whether is it you?

Dying twice - again like new!

Unknown thunderous voice!

And we're without choice.

O yes! We heard the tale

About nightingale...

B a r d

Twice dying? I? Not likely!

O no! Every nightly

I die when curtain falls!

But only you're in hall

I rise with heroes

From dead like sere rose

Under the tear's rain

And sun of laugh again!

Muses Chorus

ANTISTANZA 2

Was there mystery?

B a r d

It's in my theatre...

In nightly in a coach

When earthly day is over,

Right to the Globe's porch,

Like a success's omen,

The Lady in all black,

Black eyes like stars are blazing,

Black diamond's on the neck,

But nobody amazing,

Because we all are blind.

In that hall like in gambling

She enter and enliven

All round... How she play

Like pieces moves the actors

In own game and crazes

Een schooled you spectators

The fates of heroes, world,

And queens and kings its clowns,

All men both young and old

She loses without count

She come to play in them

And certainly only winning

Because it is her realm.

Whos she beloved my vamp?

My wife! My God is witness!

For ever Im with her betroth

Amidst of you at air stage

So many years ago

In far and famous age!

When first she brought me into

The Theatre - my Temple

And then this all was ditto

And I then also trembled,

And she was in a black

But wedding dress. How many

She bore my kids its fact,

She so far enamour,

And she so far is bride,

But Im old man...

Muses chorus

O, Idol!

Shes here!

Bard

O, really!

Im lost! Im very weary

Indeed in lone grave

I must again to play

To live, to be enamour!

O, yes, from Muses glamour

We cant escape in death

And in repeated births

Her gift is so magic

That though her tears is tragic

But under tears rain

Life blossomed in all paint.

Muse

My dear, so long

I waited! Dont compute!

I did not be alone

But that was interludes,

Flirtation, farce and prose,

Words water - not your fire,

As if your sun had sunk

And spring had aged in twilight,

But it returned with sun

And I again desire

And Im again beloved!

Do dry my widows tears

With ardour of your love

And I shall be the ear,

Let only nightingales

Warble on the branches of sonnets!

And be again your plays,

Ill be your ceaseless plaudits!

And write the line on sky -

Ill there leave for ever

Like points or star my eyes!

Muses chorus

O darling, dont despair!

Muse

And open the door of page

From liberty I tired

Let heart fly in your cage

That is my last desire!

Bard

ANTISTANZA 3

I thought that I in sonnets

Self give eternity!

And how I was astonished

That in my hermitage

I self may be eternally

In your loves arms and only!

Where hearts is throbbing while

Together we revival

In every word of lovers!

Im happy to recover

Your love in my old home

I now know - lives towns

More ancient than a Rome!

Muse

Its town of the words!

Commoners chorus

Wheres mystery our port

Or Youre yourself adroit

Inventor?

Muse

Whole worlds

In every word!

Commoners chorus

We know!

But he return alone!

Bard

Yes, but I was afraid

That held return my shade

My saint and quaint beloved,

My dear swan, my honeyed,

My bumpkin Avons Bard...

Were ages age apart

And nights but I am lone

But I shall not bemoan

Im only here below

Hes in the highest sky!

My dear twin, ally...

Or my Eternal abode

My theatre, my Globe,

Or young and dear Muse

Help now me, imbues

But I am lone now!

As king and own clown

As poet - roles creator,

Its porter Who is actor!

Whose any word is verse,

Who live when it converse!

Who speak when Ive fell silent

But doesnt in the diets...

Whos I?! Which one of us?

Perhaps you trust the buzz,

But I believe Creator

And all? Thats written on paper

And all of this is your

Alls like in days of yore!

Your Providence and only!

Without it Im lonely.

Youd given me so role

Which was too big for soul.

Id shared it with man,

Who might and loved to scan

Whose life was so blank

But who succeeded nobly

In doing Godly plan!

All other was more full

With other things or fool

For pulling empty head

Without bacon and bread

Or doing Sisyphean

Task, rolling our sphere

Up to the mountain ,

Where hell must to begin

All from the first without

Its number, losing count

Of his beginnings, ends,

And living like a candles,

Which live itself if only

Dont burn itself in gloaming

Of earthly life but holy

Is only candles flame,

Not body, loving fame,

Not stone loving names

He self is name forever!

He must ones only flare

And all without death.

And you can do at earth

What ever you like! Vainly!

The sun have shadow mainly

Owing to Earth! Thats why

We are together at the sky!

Thats mystery of Shakespeare!

O, yes! I wait your cheer!

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