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Fairy Tale I Give Thee, A True Chronicle History


Dramatis Personæ:

The Bard, as Himself

World, as Itself

You, as Fool, in the Bards service

Kings, Daughters, Sons, Knights, Fools, Gentlemen, Soldiers, Attendants, Messengers, Servants.



Act,


Sennet, Enter The Bard, You


Bard:

Hark, A Fairy Tale I Give Thee, Fit for Todays Times!


I have in my time, written many plays tragedies, comedies, all but reader beware: this might be my darkest vision yet.


I will exalt you and in deaths throngs,

Have you heard of Cinderella, of King Leir, of Arcadias Kings, and all such happy and sad tales of old Have you laughed with relief at their ends

Well, let me show the real end of tales.


Have you hated the Villains and prayed for the Heroes Let me show you how, each to himself and to the other, they only plough despair on themselves! Let me show you of good and evil and the intermingled confusion of their origins.
Let me show you the face of the Gods, mocking and crying, the mad Gods that rule us,

Note now my words well, and note the tales I tell, You have heard them before, so note most where I differ!

Note how it is Leir and his daughters, who are mixed with the Paphlagonian King of Sidneys Arcadia.
Pay your most special heed to those special introductions of mine: to the Storm and to the Madness to the Fool and to poor Tom to the faithful and noble servant and to the slimy one and most of all to the Protean one.


See all this in me, be not blind!

See also what I leave out, see the plot tightened and stripped off base plottings and machinations, and the happy endings! See my sources condensed and expanded and kneaded into a potent brew for your visions improvement.


But most important of all, see the mixing of the tales: all themes from all stories pour into my cup, I raise them from mere tales to be an epic, to cosmic proportions.
Watch on, as Leirs small world becomes my Lears world and then becomes the world entire, Is it clear to you that my Lears fate may indeed be the fate of any man, of Yours Never mind, it is a mystery you can fathom not!


Aside Alack, the future shall find this impossible to bear, and just as I mutilate the happy myths, my sad tragedy too shall be undone so, by Nates and nitwits! Actors and audiences will then prefer this mutant version of my play.
Oh, how then its happy ending will comfort them, for a century and a half! Not for much longer You will be back to me, Comforting endings, all fictions, are only there to mock, as ever,


Finally see the ending I have stored specially for you, see how I have left no consolations for you, See how I raise your hopes at every turn and shatter them like boys playing with insects, See through these windows I make for you, before you erect your mirrors all over again,

You must see that beyond the apparent worst that I let you imagine, there is a worse suffering, and when it comes in

with a rush, it will be a mere image of that horror, not the thing itself.
Ha! and yet, it will be more appalling than anything you could expect, than the very worst nightmares this stage can conjure!


See! See if for a moment, before you leave me and slip back into cozy habits again, into your own blindness of selfabsorption.



Alack, it is for me to shatter your expectations, for only in the cracking of the mirror can you see through that windowthatwas and into the truth beyond.
Let me be your guest and enter your very homes and crack all the mirrors fixed where windows ought be, and let in the world, full wild and gorgeous!

A difficult play to stage my hands said to me! Indeed, I meant it to be thus and naught else only the imagination can encompass it which might serve quite well in a day when reading supplants all staging in reach but stage it I shall, watch it you shall, break the mirrors I shall, and rush in the World shall.


Flourish. Exeunt The Bard, and Attendants

Enter World You remain on stage



sitelinkInspired by: Kermode أي منكن ساقرر انها تحبني اكثر
من اكثر قصص العالم احراجا و مكرا.
. عندما ينتصر التملق و التطبيل انتصارا ساحقا
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من تحبين اكثروالدك. . زوجك. . ابنك
هنا الفطرة و الطبيعة ستجيب. . رغم انها تبدو ظالمة
فالاب الذي يعطي فقط. . يحظى بالقسط الاقل من الحب
و الزوج الذي يأخذ و يعطي يحظى بالنصيب الأكبر
و الابن الذي يأخذ فقط يفوز بحب غير محدود و لا مشروط
سنة الحياة
التي قرر ملك بريطانيا"لير"ان يتحداها
بكل صلف و غرور بسؤاله الاغبى عبر عمره الطويل
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ايكن "ساقرر"انها تحبني اكثر
السؤال معيوب و يغلب المظاهر على الحقيقة
فتبالغ :جونريل و ريجان في وصف حبهما لابيهما فيسعد بمبالغتهما, . و هل ولد بعد الملك الذي لا ينساق وراء التملق

اما كورديليا الحكيمة الجميلة أحب بناته إلى قلبه. . نجدها تكره التملق و تتمسك بالصراحة كالخراتيت العنيدة
لتؤكد انها تحبه. . و لكنها مستقبلا ستحب زوجها و أبناءها أكثر منه

حسنا. . هناك حقائق من الافضل للجميع الاحتفاظ بها في القلوب و بالطبع : يحرمها والدها من نصيبها في المملكة و يمنح اختيها كل شيء و يعيش ضيفا عليهن
ليحذر شكسبير آباء العالم كله من الاستسهال و التنازل الذي يكشف معدن الجميع
. . و مع خروجه في العاصفة هربا من الجحود تبدا مأساته. .
و من تطمس عاطفته صوت عقله: سيكونن جزاؤه اسطوريا
وليدفعن ثمن غباؤه و غفلته
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و تبدأ سلسلة من الأحداث الفظة, . البدائية المناسبة للقرن الفي مجملها لنفهم عبر المآسي ماهية كلمتين فقط
الإخلاص. . و الخيانة .