E-Book, Englisch, 104 Seiten
Reihe: NHB Modern Plays
Bush / Winkworth Robin Hood and the Christmas Heist
1. Auflage 2024
ISBN: 978-1-78850-856-8
Verlag: Nick Hern Books
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: 6 - ePub Watermark
E-Book, Englisch, 104 Seiten
Reihe: NHB Modern Plays
ISBN: 978-1-78850-856-8
Verlag: Nick Hern Books
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: 6 - ePub Watermark
Chris Bush is a playwright, lyricist and theatre-maker. Her plays include: Otherland (Almeida Theatre, London, 2025); Robin Hood and the Christmas Heist written with Matt Winkworth (Rose Theatre, Kingston, 2024); an adaptation of Ibsen's A Doll's House (Sheffield Theatres, 2024); Rock/Paper/Scissors (Sheffield Theatres, 2022); an adaptation of Charlotte Brontë's Jane Eyre (Stephen Joseph Theatre, Scarborough, and New Vic, Newcastle-under-Lyme, 2022); (Not) the End of the World (Schaubühne, Berlin, 2021); Hungry (Paines Plough, 2021); Nine Lessons and Carols (Almeida Theatre, London, 2020); Faustus: That Damned Woman (Headlong, Lyric Hammersmith & Birmingham Rep, 2020); The Last Noël (Old Fire Station, Oxford, 2019); Standing at the Sky's Edge, a musical with music and lyrics by Richard Hawley (Sheffield Theatres, 2019, revived 2022 and at the National Theatre in 2023, West End 2024); The Changing Room (National Theatre Connections, 2018); Steel (Sheffield Theatres, 2018); an adaptation of Pericles (National Theatre, London, 2018); The Assassination of Katie Hopkins, written with Matt Winkworth (Theatr Clwyd, 2018); What We Wished For and A Dream.
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ACT ONE
Scene One
CHILD CHILDREN/TEENS NUTMEG CLOVE BERRY SPROUT PEAR PLUM PARSNIP PARTRIDGE
MUCH CHILD
Song: ‘In the Bleak’
MUCH/CHILDREN.
IN THE BLEAK MIDWINTER
FROSTY WIND MADE MOAN
EARTH STOOD HARD AS IRON
WATER LIKE A STONE
SNOW HAD FALLEN SNOW ON SNOW
SNOW ON SNOW
IN THE BLEAK MIDWINTER
LONG AGO
MARIAN LITTLE JOHN
COMPANY.
KEEP ON TRUDGING THE SNOW DOWN
KEEP ON STANDING STRONG
KEEP SOME FIRE IN YOUR BELLY
AND IF IT HELPS, A SONG
IN THE WINTER LONG AGO
MARIAN
MARIAN.
LONG AGO THE WORLD SEEMED WARMER
LONG AGO THE WORLD SEEMED KIND
LONG AGO I FELT MUCH BRAVER
SOMEWHERE I WAS LEFT BEHIND
NOWADAYS THE BLEAK MIDWINTER
SEEMS TO LAST THE WHOLE YEAR ROUND
STOKE A FIRE, LIGHT A CANDLE
DRAW A BREATH AND STAND YOUR GROUND
COMPANY
COMPANY.
AND IF YOU WANT TO DO SOME GOOD
THEY DRIVE YOU OUT INTO THE WOOD
SO HIDE YOUR FACE BENEATH A HOOD
AND STAND YOUR GROUND!
BERRY ( MARIAN) I’m hungry.
MARIAN. I know.
CLOVE. I’m cold.
MARIAN. Take my shawl then. That’s beautiful, Nutmeg. Parsnip – can you help him?
LITTLE JOHN MARIAN
LITTLE JOHN. Marian? We’re almost out of oats. What’s left is starting to turn.
MARIAN. I know, John – I know.
LITTLE JOHN. Even the acorns are going.
MARIAN. We’ll find something. Robin will think of –
LITTLE JOHN. Robin?
MARIAN. We always think of something.
LITTLE JOHN. I don’t know how much longer we’ll last out here. If the weather stays like this –
PLUM. It’s Robin! He’s back!
MARIAN ( LITTLE JOHN) You see. We’ll get it sorted.
ROBIN WILL SCARLETT
CHILDREN.
KEEP ON TRUDGING THE SNOW DOWN
KEEP ON STANDING TALL
KEEP SOME COURAGE INSIDE YOU
AND IF YOU’RE FEELING SMALL
KNOW WE ALL WERE LONG AGO
ROBIN
ROBIN
LONG AGO THE WORLD SEEMED BRIGHTER
LONG AGO THE WORLD HAD CHEER
NEVER MEANT TO BE A FIGHTER
NEVER MEANT TO END UP HERE
SO WE FACE ANOTHER WINTER
SOMEHOW BLEAKER THAN BEFORE
SOMEHOW NEEDED MORE THAN EVER
SOMEHOW ALWAYS NEEDING MORE
COMPANY.
AND WHEN YOU TRY TO DO SOME GOOD
THEY DRIVE YOU OUT INTO THE WOOD
SO HIDE YOUR FACE BENEATH A HOOD
AND GO TO WAR!
KEEP ON TRUDGING THE SNOW DOWN
KEEP ON STANDING PROUD
KEEP SOME HOPE FOR THE SUMMER
AND RAISE YOUR VOICE OUT LOUD!
KEEP ON TRUDGING THE SNOW DOWN
KEEP ON STANDING STRONG
KEEP SOME FIRE IN YOUR BELLY
AND IF IT HELPS, A SONG
IN THE WINTER LONG AGO
LITTLE JOHN. Robin, can I have a word?
ROBIN. Can’t stop – got to get back to the hunt. Who’s coming with me?
PARSNIP. I will.
PARTRIDGE. Me too.
LITTLE JOHN. You’ve not caught anything yet then?
ROBIN. No, but I have faith.
MARIAN. I’ll fetch my bow.
ROBIN. No, someone needs to stay with the little ones.
SPROUT. I’m not a baby.
MARIAN. And I’m not a babysitter.
ROBIN. We won’t be long. But we need to go now, while there’s still some light.
MARIAN () Fine. I’ll… keep the fire going, I suppose.
CLOVE ( ROBIN) What will you hunt?
ROBIN. Hare, maybe. A pheasant if we’re lucky.
PLUM. A duck?
PEAR. A goose?
PLUM. A wild boar?
PEAR. A trifle?
PLUM. You can’t hunt trifle, stupid.
PEAR. Can’t you?
PLUM. No, you only get them in summer.
ROBIN. We’re going to do our best, I promise you that. Come on.
ROBIN PARSNIP PARTRIDGE MUCH
BERRY ( MARIAN) Tell us again about the feast at the castle.
MARIAN. Ah yes, the Feast of Fools.
MUCH. Everyone in the parish gets invited – they’ll come from miles around.
SCARLETT. What if we didn’t go?
PEAR. Why wouldn’t we go?
SCARLETT. What if we went to protest it instead?
MARIAN. Then you wouldn’t get any dinner.
SCARLETT. You know why they do it – why they invite us?
BERRY. Because it’s Christmas?
SCARLETT. Because it’s a bribe. Let the peasants inside the castle one day a year so we don’t storm it the other three hundred and sixty-four. ( MARIAN) Am I wrong?
MARIAN. You can stay here, if you’d prefer to.
SCARLETT. Is that it?
MARIAN. It’s a free meal. No one should feel guilty about taking food when they’re hungry.
SCARLETT
SPROUT. What will they give us?
MUCH. Oh, mutton, beef, turkey, chicken, pheasant, grouse –
PLUM. Swan.
CLOVE. Really?
PLUM. Yeah. A whole swan on a stick each, that’s what I heard.
PEAR. Last year there was even leftovers.
NUTMEG. What’s leftovers?
PEAR. It’s when you have so much food you can’t even finish it all at once.
CLOVE. Marian! Pear’s making things up again.
MARIAN. You’ll be well fed. That’s all that matters.
COMPANY.
WHAT CAN I GIVE HIM?
POOR AS I AM
IF I WERE A SHEPHERD
I WOULD BRING A LAMB
IF I WERE A WISE MAN
I WOULD DO MY PART
BUT WHAT I CAN I GIVE HIM
GIVE HIM MY –
THE SHERIFF OF NOTTINGHAM SAGE ONION EGG NOG
SHERIFF. Halt!
Well, well, well, what do we have here?
SAGE () Children.
SHERIFF. Yes.
ONION. And an old woman.
SHERIFF. Yes, that’s –
EGG. And some sticks.
SHERIFF. Yes, yes, thank you. It was rhetorical.
EGG. Some rhetorical sticks.
SHERIFF. No, that’s –
NOG. Well, well, well, if it isn’t a bunch of rhetoricals.
SHERIFF. Quiet! ( MARIAN) Now, madam, would you kindly state your business here?
MARIAN. And what business is that of yours?
SHERIFF. Forgive me. My name is Nicholas Delancy, newly appointed Sheriff of Nottingham – of which these woods – Sher-wood, the Sheriff’s Woods, in their old parlance – fall under my jurisdiction. So, I ask again, what brings you here?
LITTLE JOHN. These woods are free land.
SHERIFF. No, they belong to King and Crown, and I am now their trusted warden. Answer.
MARIAN. We mean no trouble, sir. I’m merely keeping these children entertained.
ONION. Smells funny to me.
SCARLETT. That’ll just be your breath.
ONION. Oi – that’s assault – that’s verbal assault – I’ll have you for that.
SCARLETT. Just try it.
MARIAN. Everyone stay calm.
SHERIFF. What is all this? What are you making?
NUTMEG. Ooh – I’m doing a birdhouse –
SPROUT
SPROUT. This one’s for my mum. It’s –
EGG. A weapon! It’s got a...




