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Samrat Lear, a March 1997 Hindi-language adaptation of King Lear by the National School of Drama in New Delhi.  Directed by John R. Brown from a script by Harivansh Rai Bachchan.

Read more about the “localized Shakespeare” performance style.

Cast

Lear – Chetan Pandit
Goneril – S. Shameem
Regan – Megha Malik
Cordelia – Sunita Chand Rajwar
Albany – Sanjay Kumar
Cornwall – Hrishikesh Joshi
France – Firoz Zahidkhan
Burgundy – Moloy Ghose
Kent – Rajiv Kumar
Gloucester – Ashraful Haque
Edgar – Dibyendu Bhattacharya
Edmund – Manohar Teli
Oswald – Moloy Ghose
Fool – Manoj Goyal
First Knight – Rajpal Singh Yadav
Curan – Noushad Mohamed
Old Man – Mohamed Ashique Hussain
Doctor – Hrishikesh Joshi
Herald – Moloy Ghose

Performers were Third Year Students at the National School of Drama (New Delhi, India). First performance took place at the National School of Drama’s indoor auditorium, Abhimanch, New Delhi, India.

 

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    Samrat Lear (King Lear)

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    Brown, John Russell | Productions
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    New Delhi,India
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    National School of Drama
    New Delhi, India
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    Cordelia's "nothing"

    Note: Lear: Now, our joy,
    Although our last, and least; to whose young love
    The vines of France and milk of Burgundy
    Strive to be interest'd; what can you say to draw
    A third more opulent than your sisters? Speak.
    Cor: Nothing, my lord.
    Lear: Nothing?
    Cor: Nothing.
    Lear: Nothing can come of nothing. Speak again.
    Cor: Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave
    My heart into my mouth: I love your Majesty
    Accordingly to my bond; no more nor less. (1.i.82 - 93)

    In a marked change of tone and body language, Lear turns with pleasurable expectation towards Cordelia, clearly dearer to him (he had entered the court room together with her, his hand on her shoulder) than the other daughters. Cordelia, too, needs to begin by touching the father-king's feet, a gesture of respect towards the elder. She looks more obviously troubled than the Cordelia of _Raja Lear_ (while that of _Iruthiattam_ is quite forthright) by what she is being asked to do; she hesitates longer and remains silent until prodded by Lear and then in a constrained manner says "Nothing." Take aback, this Lear is quite sharp with his rejoinder "Nothing will come of nothing. Speak again!" This Cordelia replies strongly, confidently, compelled out of emotion, walking up to the father who has moved back in agitation, "I love your Majesty according to my bond; no more nor less."

    Duration: 00:01:00

    Storm scene

    Note: Lear: Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
    You cataracts and hurricanes, spout
    Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks!
    You sulph'rous and thought-executing fires,
    Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts,
    Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder,
    Strike flat the thick rotundity o' th' world,
    Crack Nature's moulds, all germens spill at once,
    That makes ingrateful man!
    Fool: O Nuncle, court holy water in a dry
    house is better than this rain water out o'
    door. Good Nuncle, in, and ask thy
    daughters blessing! Here's a night pities
    neither wise men nor fools. (III.ii.1 - 13)

    The storm scene with a heightened realism to make real the storm within Lear. Bathed in a blue night light with a dappled effect of light streaking down from between the clouds and the roll of thunder, the actors were being whipped by the wind and pelted by the rain. The storm was "not synthetic by a cataclysmic crack of doom" (John Russell Brown). In his rage Lear dares the tempest to do its worst: "Blow, winds ... Crack Nature's moulds..." The impact of the realistic staging of this scene, however, is to pit Lear's rage against nature's, dwarfing it at times. In _Raja Lear_, the minimal / symbolic sound and light effects let Lear dominate the scene, while in _Iruthiattam_, the stylised staging magnifies the storm, universalizing it.

    Duration: 00:00:43

    Lear's speech to his daughters

    Note: Lear: Tell me, my daughters,
    Since now we will divest us both of rule,
    Interest of territory, cares of state),
    Which of you shall we say doth love us most?
    That we out largest bounty may extend
    Where nature doth with merit challenge. Goneril,
    Our eldest-born, speak first. (1.i.48 - 54)

    Lear's first speech announcing the love-test is a rhetorical public statement spoken out to the audience with very brief glances at his audience, which is standing alongside, but a little behind. There is little eye contact with his listeners, signifying his egotism.

    Duration: 0:00:18

    Goneril's ritualistic flattery

    Note: Gon: Sir, I love you more than words can wield the matter;
    Dearer than eye-sight, space, and liberty;
    Beyond what can valued, rich or rare;
    No less than life, with grave, health, beauty, honour;
    As much as child e'er lov'd, or father found;
    A love that makes breath poor and speech unable;
    Beyond all manner of so much I love you.
    Cor: [Aside] What shall Cordelia speak?
    Love, and be silent.
    Lear: Of all these bounds, even from this line to this,
    With shadowy forests and with champains rich'd,
    With plenteous rivers and wide-skirted meads,
    We make thee lady: to thine and Albany's issue
    Be this perpetual. What says our second daughter,
    Our dearest Regan, wife to Cornwall? (1.i.55 - 68)

    The two elder daughters reciprocate with conventional formal ceremoniousness: Goneril touches the father-king's feet in the prescribed traditional manner and professes her love with a studied sugariness. Lear is pleased but does not look at Goneril while she tries to flatter him. Instead, he looks straight out, very much the monarch used to receiving tributes, lapping up the ceremonial without a flicker of emotion. When he turns to Goneril, however, he is pleased that she has observed form and he gives her her just reward. Cordelia's reservations about this love and property barter are voiced.

    Duration: 0:01:08

    Opening sequence: the grand entry

    Note: Sennet. Enter one bearing a coronet, King Lear, Cornwall, Albany, Goneril, Regan, Cordelia, and Attendants.

    This production opens with Gloucester and Kent in conversation followed by the entry, with fanfare, of Goneril, Regan and their husbands who come in and take their places. Lear enters heralded by a more elaborate, but slow and ponderous, fanfare taking his time to walk downstage, his arm resting on Cordelia's shoulder who accompanies him - the necessary build up for a scene in which the ceremonies ritualistic dimension is emphasized. The backdrop, a set of tall columns and a central medallion emblazoning a court, sets off Lear's authoritarianism. The localization into a royalist Indian scene is swiftly worked in not just by the costumes, headgear (North Indian and traditional) and the music, but also by the formality of an obviously public occasion - a red carpet was rolled out.

    Familial relations in India are traditionally expressed in formal and ritualistic terms. Three of the older characters, Lear, Gloucester and Kent are given whitened, mask-like to emphasize their generational distance from the rest of the younger characters. The generational conflict is a particular focus of this production.

    The manner of the opening sequence, of how Lear, particularly, is introduced to the audience becomes a key to the mood and interpretation of the whole production. Samrat Lear clearly presents the King as a typical authoritarian ruler, very much in control, commanding rotal attention. This is a sharp contrast to the introduction of Raja Lear in which the King is more of a self-absorbed patriarch figure and Iruthiattam in which he is satirized as a whimsical and uncontrollable old man.

    Note the open stage, with no wings, flies and lowered lights, which is a conscious attempt at a demystification and decanonisation of the realistic tradition of staging Shakespeare. Inspired by the conventions of Indian folk theater, the open stage is part of the localizing impetus: "to give a fee of the open acting spaced of the jatra or kudiattam" (John Russell Brown). The "opened up" stage also functions as an opening up of the play facilitating the performance of the play more like a saga or narrative, than like a personal tragedy, another convention of the Indian folk theatres.

    Duration: 0:01:11

    Artful Regan

    Note: Reg: I am made of the self metal as my sister,
    And prize me at her worth. In my true heart
    I find she names my very deed of love;
    Only she comes too short: that I profess
    Myself an enemy to all other joys
    Which the most precious square of sense possesses,
    And find I am alone felicitate
    In your dear Highness' love. (1.i.69 - 76)

    Regan is showier, touching the father-king's feet in a more ceremonious manner. She speaks alternating between imperiousness and artfulness, playing to the occasion, relishing the public attention, and again Lear looks away, impassive, as if he was listening to what he expected. He acts more the monarch than the father.

    Duration: 0:00:27

    Cordelia's "nothing"

    Note: Lear: Now, our joy,
    Although our last, and least; to whose young love
    The vines of France and milk of Burgundy
    Strive to be interest'd; what can you say to draw
    A third more opulent than your sisters? Speak.
    Cor: Nothing, my lord.
    Lear: Nothing?
    Cor: Nothing.
    Lear: Nothing can come of nothing. Speak again.
    Cor: Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave
    My heart into my mouth: I love your Majesty
    Accordingly to my bond; no more nor less. (1.i.82 - 93)

    In a marked change of tone and body language, Lear turns with pleasurable expectation towards Cordelia, clearly dearer to him (he had entered the court room together with her, his hand on her shoulder) than the other daughters. Cordelia, too, needs to begin by touching the father-king's feet, a gesture of respect towards the elder. She looks more obviously troubled than the Cordelia of Raja Lear (while that of Iruthiattam is quite forthright) by what she is being asked to do; she hesitates longer and remains silent until prodded by Lear and then in a constrained manner says "Nothing." Take aback, this Lear is quite sharp with his rejoinder "Nothing will come of nothing. Speak again!" This Cordelia replies strongly, confidently, compelled out of emotion, walking up to the father who has moved back in agitation, "I love your Majesty according to my bond; no more nor less."

    Duration: 0:01:00

    Cordelia's truth

    Note: Cor: Good my lord,
    You have begot me, bred me, lov'd me; I
    Return those duties back as are right fit,
    Obey you, love you, and most honour you.
    Why have my sisters husbands, if they say
    They love you all? Happily, when I shall wed,
    That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry
    Half my love with him, half my care and duty.
    Sure I shall never marry like my sisters,
    To love my father all.
    Lear: But goes thy heart with this?
    Cor: Ay, good my lord.
    Lear: So young, and so untender?
    Cor: So young, my lord, and true. (1.i.95 - 107)

    One she has gathered the strength to speak out her mind, this Cordelia continues, undaunted by the father's rebuke, with her statement. What is noticeable is the manner in which she pursues the agitated King who moves downstage in anger, circles around him and then follows him across to front stage, explaining her views to convince him of her truth. This Cordelia is not cowed down either by Lear's authority of the formality of the occasion, she does not flinch to speak directly facing up to the King. Her confidence arises out of the privilege of being the most favoured daughter. The Cordelia of Raja Lear speaks more out of a moral rectitude, discharging a painful duty, while in Iruthiattam, she speaks impelled by a sense of duty towards the people.

    Duration: 0:00:50

    Lear's curse

    Note: Lear: Let it be so; thy truth then be thy dower:
    For, by the sacred radiance of the sun,
    The mysteries of Hecate and the night;
    By all the operation of the orbs
    From whom we do exist and cease to be;
    Here I disclaim all my paternal care,
    Propinquity and property of blood,
    And as a stranger to my heart and me
    Hold thee from this for ever. The barbarous Scythian,
    Or he that makes his generation messes
    To gorge his appetite, shall to my bosom
    Be as well neighbor'd, pitied, and reliev'd,
    As thou my sometime daughter. (1.i.108 - 119)

    The patriarch-king's curse: he raises his palm and pronounces doom in the familiar manner of the irascible sages of Indian mythology, whose curses once uttered could not be taken back and whose punishments were always in excess of the transgressions committed. Live music in this production complements and enhances the moods. Here drumbeats are used to emphasize the catastrophic nature of the moment.

    Duration: 0:00:41

    France proposes to Cordelia

    Note: France: Fairest Cordelia, that art most rich, being poor;
    Most choice, forsaken; and move loved, despised!
    Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon:
    Be it lawful I take up what's cast away.
    Gods, gods! 'tis strange that from their cold'st neglect
    My love should kindle to inflamed respect.
    Thy dowerless daughter, King, thrown to my chance,
    Is Queen of us, of ours, and our fair France:
    Not all the dukes of wat'rish Burgundy
    Can buy this unpriz'd precious maid of me.
    Bid them farewell, Cordelia, though unkind:
    Thou losest here, a better where to find. (1.i.250 - 261)

    France's proposal to Cordelia: the dance-like encircling movement, by France around Cordelia is reminiscent of a similar movement of a traditional Indian romantic folk dance, raas. This is to be contrasted with the western gesture of professing love, the kneeling down, as used to Raja Lear.

    Duration: 0:00:33

    Goneril and Regan confer

    Note: Gon: Sister, it is not a little I have to say of
    what most nearly appeartains to us both. I
    think our father will hence to-night.
    Reg: That's most certain, and with you;
    next month with us.
    Gon: You see how full of changes his age
    is; the observation we had made of it hath
    not been little: he always lov'd our sister
    most; and with what poor judgment he hath
    now cast her off appears too grossly.
    Reg: 'Tis the infirmity of his age: yet he
    hath ever but slenderly known himself.
    Gon: The best and soundest of his time
    hath been but rash; then must we look from
    his age, to receive not alone the
    imperfections of long-engraffed condition, but
    therewithal the unruly waywardness that
    infirm and choleric years bring with them.
    Reg: Such unconstant starts are we like
    to have from him as this of Kent's banishment.
    Gon: There is further compliment of leave -
    taking between France and him. Pray you,
    let's hit together: if our father carry authority
    with such dispositions as he bears, this last
    surrender of his will but offend us.
    Reg: We shall further think of it.
    Gon: We must do something, and i' th'
    heat. Exeunt (1.i.283 - 308)

    Goneril and Regan expose their true natures in their exchange with each other. While their observations about Lear are acute, they decide to act to consolidate their own newly gained positions, revealing not a jot of concern for the aging father. Note their lust for power, which shows itself in their suggestive body language and arrogant, imperious gestures: swaying hips and swishing skirts, imperious flicks of the head, alternating angry and conspiratorial tones, and the way they chew words and spit out phrases.

    Duration: 0:01:09

    Edmund's soliloquy

    Note: Edm: For that I am some twelve or fourteen moonshines
    Lag of a brother? Why bastard? Wherefore base?
    When my dimensions are as well compact,
    My mind as generous, and my shape as true,
    As honest madam's issue? Why brand they us
    With base? with baseness? bastardy? base, base?
    Who, in the lusty stealth of nature take
    More composition and fierce quality
    Than doth, within a dull, stale, tired bed,
    Go to the creating a whole tribe of fops,
    Got 'tween asleep and wake?
    Well, then, Legitimate Edgar, I must have your land: (1.ii.5 - 16)

    Edmund's soliloquy full of, not so much righteous angst and calculated revenge as in Raja Lear, but a natural "low" cunning and villainy. Note his casual manner, normal tone and apparent lack of anger. Edmund in Iruthiattam, is more the type of the renegade son.

    Duration: 0:00:42

    Goneril's impatience

    Note: Gon: Put on what weary negligence you please,
    You and your fellows; I'll have it come to question:
    If he dislike it, let him to our sister,
    Whose mind and mine, I know, in that are one,
    Not to be over-ruled. Idle old man,
    That still would manage those authorities
    That he hath given away! Now, by my life,
    Old fools are babes again; and must be used
    With checks as flatteries, when they are seen abus'd.
    Remember what I tell you.
    Osw: Well, Madam.
    Gon: And let his knights have colder looks among you;
    What grows of it, no matter; advise your fellows so:
    I would breed from hence occasions, and shall,
    That I ma speak: I'll write straight to my sister,
    To hold my very course. Prepare for dinner. Exeunt (1.iii.13 - 27)

    Goneril's increasing impatience with Lear's behaviour; and Oswald, an innovative characterisation of this production. Usually treated as a colorless factotum, here he was given a distinct character and played as a comic type of the over weaning, but shallow, young man on the make who will do anything to please his master or mistress.

    Duration: 0:00:17

    Lear's ritual preparation for a meal

    Note: Horns within. Enter King Lear, Knights, and Attendants
    Lear: Let me not stay a jot for dinner; go get it ready.
    Exit an Attendant
    How now! what art thou?
    Kent: A man, sir.
    Lear: What dost thou profess? what wouldst thou with us?
    Kent: I do profess to be no less than I seem;
    to serve him truly that will put me in trust: to
    love him that is honest; to converse with him
    that is wise, and says little; to fear
    judgment; to fight when I cannot choose; and to eat no fish.
    Lear: What art thou?
    Kent: A very honest-hearted fellow, and as poor as the king.
    Lear: If thou be as poor for a subject as he
    is for king, thou art poor enough. What wouldst thou?
    Kent: Service.
    Lear: Who wouldst thou serve?
    Kent: You.
    Lear: Dost thou know me, fellow?
    Kent: No, sir; but you have that in your
    countenance which I would fain call master.
    Lear: What's that?
    Kent: Authority.
    Lear: What services canst thou do?
    Kent: I can keep honest counsel, ride, run,
    mar a curious tale in telling it, and deliver a
    plain message bluntly; that which ordinary
    men are fit for, I am qualified in; and the
    best of me is diligence.
    Lear: How old art thou?
    Kent: Not so young, sir, to love a woman
    for singing, nor so old to dote on her for any
    thing: I have years on my back forty-eight.
    Lear: Follow me; thou shalt serve me: if I
    like thee no worse after dinner, I will not part
    from thee yet. Dinner, ho, dinner! Where's my
    knave? my Fool? Go you, and call my fool
    hither. Exit an Attendant (1.iv.8 - 46)

    Lear enters after a hunt. An elaborate sequence of stage business deriving from the mimetic traditions of Indian theatre shows the king being helped to undress and wash in preparation for his meal. The hand held curtain of the Indian stage doubles up as a screen, while an ethnic Rajasthani washtub and some jars provide the material and visual signs of the localization. The banished Kent, now in disguise, introduces himself and offers his services to Lear during the process of his toilette. The ritualistic dimension of the scene, enhanced by the live "folksy music" (use of the flute), underlies how the ceremoniousness and authority associated with the monarch had not abated, despite his having given up his kingdom. The courtiers laugh in unison when Lear cracks a joke against Kent, for instance. Note the open stage, with no flats or wings, in simulation of the stafes of Indian folk theatres.

    Duration: 0:01:59

    Oswald's "slack"

    Note: Enter Oswald
    Lear: You, you, sirrah, where's my daughter?
    Osw: So please you, -- Exit
    Lear: What says the fellow there? Call the clotpoll back.
    Exit a Knight (1.iv.47 - 50)

    Oswald's cheekiness seems inherent in him and his cocky walk! Here he is the obsequious fool.

    Duration: 0:00:13

    The Fool caps Kent

    Note: Enter Fool
    Fool: Let me hire him too: here's my coxcomb
    [Offers Kent his cap
    Lear: How now, my pretty knave! how dost thou?
    Fool: Sirrah, you were best take my coxcomb.
    Kent: Why, fool?
    Fool: Why, for taking one's part that's out
    of favour: Nay, an thou canst not smile
    as the wind sits, thou'lt catch cold
    shortly: there, take my coxcomb:
    why, this fellow has banished two on's
    daughters, and did the third a
    blessing against his will; if thou follow
    him, thou must needs wear my
    coxcomb. How now, Nuncle! Would I
    had two coxcombs and two daughters!
    Lear: Why, my boy?
    Fool: If I gave them all my living, I'd keep my
    coxcombs myself. There's mine; beg
    another of thy daughters.
    Lear: Take head, sirrah; the whip.
    Fool: Truth's a dog must to kennel; (1.iv.100 - 119)

    The Fool's critique: crowning Kent with his cap. "If though folow him thou must needs wear my coxcomb." The Shakespearean Fool is successfully localised into the genre of the vidushska or fool of Sankrit drama and its folk variants. This Fool is not played as a courtly jester, but as a folksy witty clown, singing and entertaining, signified by his plain outfit and yellow painted face - usualy of street magicians. His playful pungent manner may be placed in the middle of the scale between the somewhat "didactic" wittiness of Raja Lear's Fool and the openly satirical and acrobatic komali / Fool of Iruthiattam.

    Duration: 0:01:04

    The Fool's wit in song

    Note: Fool: Mark it, Nuncle.
    Have more than thou showest,
    Speak less than thou knowest,
    Lend less than thou owest,
    Ride more than thou goest,
    Learn more than thou trowest,
    Set less than thou throwest;
    Leave thy drink and thy whore,
    And keep in-a-door,
    And thou shalt have more
    Than two tens to a score.
    Kent: This is nothing, Fool.
    Fool: Then 'tis like the breath of an unfee'd
    lawyer; you gave me nothing for't. Can
    you make no use of nothing, Nuncle?
    Lear: Why, no, boy; nothing can be made out
    of nothing.
    Fool: [to Kent] Prithee, tell him, so much the
    rent of his land comes to: he will not
    believe a Fool.
    Lear: A bitter Fool!
    Fool: Dost thou know the difference, my boy,
    between a bitter Fool and a sweet one?
    Lear: No, lad; teach me.
    Fool: That lord that counsel'd thee
    To give away thy land,
    Come place him here by me,
    Do thou for him stand:
    The sweet and bitter Fool
    Will presently appear;
    The one is motley here,
    The other found out there.
    Lear: Dost thou call me fool, boy?
    Fool: All thy other titles thou hast given away;
    that thou wast born with. (1.iv.123 - 155)

    Fool's song in a choric mode with a typical folksy Indian tune and little drum. The knights clap, whistle and dance in a chorus, and Lear enjoys this fun. This is the boisterousness which Goneril calls a riot.

    Duration: 0:00:24

    Goneril and Lear clash

    Note: Enter Goneril
    Lear: How now, daugher! what makes that
    frontlet on? Methinks you are too much
    o' late i' th' frown.
    Fool: Thou wast a pretty fellow when thou
    hadst no need to care for her frowning;
    now thou art an O without a figure. I am
    better than thou art now; I am a Fool,
    thou art nothing.
    [To Goneril] Yes, forsooth, I will hold my
    tongue; So your face bids me, though
    you say nothing.
    Mum, mum!
    He that keeps nor crust nor crum,
    Weary of all, shall want some.
    [Pointing to Lear] That's a sheal'd peascod.
    Gon: Not only, Sir, this your all-licens'd Fool,
    But other of your insolent retinue
    Do hourly carp and quarrel, breaking forth
    I had thought, by making this well known unto you,
    To have found a safe redress; but now grow fearful,
    By what yourself too late have spoke and done,
    That you protect this course, and put it on
    By your allowance; which if you should, the fault
    Would not scape censure, nor the redresses sleep,
    Which, in the tender of a wholesome weal,
    Might in their working do you that offence,
    Which else were shame, that then necessity
    Will call discreet proceeding. (1.iv.197 - 222)

    Goneril and Lear clash. Notice Goneril's body language: its not so much her brow but her back that is stiff and unbending. She has already acquired an authoritarian edge and lost the sugariness of the first scene. The stage business of serving Lear his meal, a nourishment, is carried on in ironic juxtaposition with the dialogue of discord.

    Duration: 0:00:55

    Goneril criticizes, the Knights protest

    Note: Gon:

    Duration: 0:01:03

    Lear curses Goneril

    Note: Lear: Blasts and fogs upon thee!
    Th' untented woundings of a father's curse
    Pierce every sense about thee! Old fond eyes,
    Beweep this cause again, I'll pluck ye out,
    And cast you, with the waters that you lose,
    To temper clay. Yea, is it come to this?
    Let it be so: I have another daughter, (1.iv.308 - 314)

    Lear curses Goneril with barrenness, this time with another well-known gesture, of the extended hand with the fingers curved out towards the accursed person / victim, as if shooting shafts of venom outward, again deriving from the cursing sages of Indian mythology.

    Duration: 0:00:22

    Kent roughs up Oswald

    Note: Before Gloucester's Castle
    Enter Kent and Oswald, severally.
    Osw: Good dawning to thee, friend: art of this house?
    Kent: Ay.
    Osw: Where may we set our horses?
    Kent: I' th' mire.
    Osw: Prithee, if thou lov'st me, tell me.
    Kent: I love thee not.
    Osw: Why then, I care not for thee.
    Kent: If I had thee in Lipsbuty Pinfold, I would
    make thee care for me.
    Osw: Why dost thou use me thus? I know thee not.
    Kent: Fellow, I know thee.
    Osw: What dost thou know me for?
    Kent: A knave, a rascal; an eater of broken
    meats; a base, proud, shallow, beggarly,
    three-suited, hundred-pound, filthy,
    worst-stocking knave; a lily-livered,
    action-taking, whoreson, glass-gazing,
    super-serviceable, finical rogue; one-
    trunk-inheriting slave; one that wouldst
    be a bawd in way of good service, and
    art nothing but the composition of a
    knave, beggar, coward, pandar, and the
    son and heir of a mongrel bitch; one
    whom I will beat into clamorous
    whining, if thou deny the least syllable
    of thy addition.
    Osw: Why, what a monstrous fellow art thou,
    thus to rail on one that's neither known
    of thee nor knows thee! (II.ii.1 - 26)

    The Kent and Oswald encounter in the dark. Kent, the loyalist, is contemptuous of the young upstart, Oswald, who carries a brazen grin on his face. He roughs him up and Oswald shouts for help. Kent, quick to a fault, seems to be picking on Oswald and provoking him.

    Duration: 0:01:18

    Final blow: "What need one?"

    Note: Lear: [To Goneril] I'll go with thee.
    Thy fifty yet doth double five-and-twenty,
    And thou art twice her love.
    Gon: Hear, me, my lord.
    What need you five-and-twenty, ten, or five,
    To follow in a house where twice so many
    Have a command to tend you?
    Reg: What need one?
    Lear: O, reason not the need! Our basest beggars
    Are in the poorest thing superfluous.
    Allow not nature more than nature needs,
    Man's life is cheap as beast's. Thou art a lady:
    If only to go warm were gorgeous,
    Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st
    Which scarcely keeps thee warm... (II.iv.259 - 272)

    The final rejection and Lear's shock and grief at being told by Regan "What need one?"

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    Grief and rage at his rejection

    Note: Lear: You see me here, you Gods, a poor old man,
    As full of grief as age; wretched in both.
    If it be you that stirs these daughters' hearts
    Against their father, fool me not so much
    To bear it tamely; touch me with noble anger,
    And let not women's weapons, water drops,
    Stain my man's cheeks! No, you unnatural hags!
    I will have such revenges on you both
    That all the world shall--I will do such things,
    What they are yet, I know not; but they shall be
    The terrors of the earth! (II.iv.274 - 284)

    The shock of rejection turning to rage. This Lear's anger and madness is more vehement and gestural than that of Raja Lear's, but not so physicalised as in Iruthiattam.

    Duration: 0:00:24

    Premonition of madness

    Note: Lear: O Fool, I shall go mad!
    [Exeunt Lear, Gloucester, Kent, and Fool.] (II.iv.289)

    "You unnatural hags," he vows revenge. But his age cannot withstand such turmoil: "O fool I shall go mad." The storm breaking out was real, with the crashing of clouds and rolling of thunder. In a storm of anger, Lear rushes out with the Fool and his followers. The end business showed the other characters somewhat stunned, they were not expecting this. But they do not make a move. Gloucester is the only one to look around; he hesitates and then shuffles after Lear. While the production played up Lear's egotism and unreasonableness, it did not spare exposing the others too.

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    Storm scene

    Note: Lear: Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
    You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout
    Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks!
    You sulph'rous and thought-executing fires,
    Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts,
    Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder,
    Strike flat the thick rotundity o' th' world,
    Crack Nature's moulds, all germens spill at once,
    That makes ingrateful man!
    O Nuncle, court holy water in a dry
    house is better than this rain water out o'
    door. Good Nuncle, in, and ask thy
    daughters blessing! Here's a night pities
    neither wise men nor fools. (III.ii.1 - 13)

    The storm scene with a heightened realism to make real the storm within Lear. Bathed in a clue night light with a dappled effect of light streaking down from between the clouds and the roll of thunder, the actors were being whipped by the wind and pelted by the rain. The storm was "not synthetic but a cataclysmic crack of doom" (John Russell Brown). In his rage Lear dares the tempest to do its worst: "Blow, winds, ... Crack Nature's moulds..." The impact of the realistic staging of this scene, while in Iruthiattam, the stylised staging magnifies the storm, universalizing it.

    Duration: 0:00:43

    Rage turns to self-pity

    Note: Lear: I am a man
    More sinn'd against than sinning. (III.ii.58 - 59)

    Rage turns to self-pity: "More sinned against than sinning

    Duration: 0:00:06

    Remembers the Fool

    Note: Lear: How dost, my boy? Art cold?
    I am cold myself. Where is this straw, my fellow?
    The art of our necessities is strange,
    That can make vile things precious.
    Come, your hovel.
    Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart
    That's sorry yet for thee.
    Fool: [sings]
    He that has and a little tiny wit,
    With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
    Must make content with his fortunes fit,
    For the rain it raineth every day.
    Lear: True, boy. Come, bring us to this hovel.
    [Exeunt Lear and Kent.] (III.ii.68 - 78)

    Battered by the storm, the monstrous ego of Lear is at last, cognisant of others. He sees the Fool shivering in the storm, turns to cover him with same wrap that has just been put on his own shoulders by Kent, then sits down in front of the Fool who sings to him another song of worldly wise advice in return. Note the traditional folk tune of the Fool's song.

    Duration: 0:00:56

    Poor Tom

    Note: Edg: Take heed o' th' foul fiend; Obey thy
    parents: keep thy word's justice; swear
    not; commit not with man's sworn
    spouse; set not thy sweet heart
    on proud array. Tom's a-cols.
    Lear: What hast thou been?
    Edg: A servingman, proud in heart and mind;
    that curl'd my hair, wore gloves in
    my cap, serv'd the lust of my mistress'
    heart and did the act of darkness
    with her; swore as many oaths as I
    spake words, and broke them in the
    sweet face of Heaven; one that slept in
    the contriving of lust, and wak'd to
    do it. Wine lov'd I deeply, dice dearly,
    and in woman out-paramour'd the
    Turk: false of heart, light of ear, bloody o
    hand; hog insloth, fox in stealth,
    wolf in greediness, dog in madness, lion
    in prey. Let know the creaking of
    shoes nor the rustling of silks betray thy
    poor heart to woman: keep thy foot
    out of brothels, thy hand out of plackets,
    thy pen from lenders' book, and
    defy the foul fiend. Still through the
    hawthorn blows the cold wind; says
    suum, mun, hey no nonny. Dolphin my
    boy, boy; sessa! let him trot by.
    [Storm still] (III.iv.80 - 102)

    Poor Tom is easily relocated and correlated with the well-known figure of the naked sadhu or ascetic who wears minimum clothing and covers his body with holy ask, keeps on the move and lives out in the open surviving on alms. Here he incorporates some fo the typical poses of penance, like standing on one leg.

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    Unaccommodated man

    Note: Lear: Thou wert better in thy grave than to
    answer with thy uncover'd body this
    extremity of the skies. Is man no
    more than this? Consider him well. Thou
    ow'st the worm no silk, the beast no
    hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no
    perfume. Ha! here's three on's are
    sophisticated; thou art the thing
    itself; unaccommodated man is no
    more but such a poor, bare, forked
    animal as thou art. Off, off, you lendings!
    Come, unbutton here.
    [Tears at his clothes.]
    Fool: Prithee, Nuncle, be contented; 'tis a
    naughty night to swim in. (II.iv.104 - 114)

    Lear, moved by the condition of Poor Tom, wants to identify with the poor nakes wretches who survive without the trappings of civilisation (clothes) by making a move to take off his own clothes.

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    The mock trial

    Note: Lear: I'll see their trial first. Bring in their evidence.
    [To Edgar.] Thou, robed man of justice, take thy place.
    [To the Fool.] And thou, his yokefellow of equity,
    Bench by his side. [To Kent] You are o' th' commission.
    Sit you too.
    Edg: Let us deal justly.
    Sleepest or wakest thou, jolly shepard?
    Thy sheep be in the corn;
    And for one blast of thy minikin mouth
    Thy sheep shall take no harm.
    Purr! the cat is grey.
    Lear: Arraign her first. 'Tis Goneril. I here
    take my oath before this honourable
    assembly, she kicked the poor King her
    father.
    Fool: Come hither, mistress. Is your name Goneril?
    Lear: She cannot deny it.
    Fool: Cry you mercy, I took you for a joint-stool.
    Lear: And here's another, whose warp'd looks proclaim
    What store her heart is made on. Stop her there!
    Arms, arms! sword! fire! Corruption in the place!
    False justicer, why hast thou let her scape?
    Edg: Bless thy five wits!
    Kent: O pity! Sir, where is the patience now
    That you so oft have boasted to retain?
    Edg: [aside] My tears begin to take his part so much,
    They'll mar my counterfeiting.
    Lear: The little dogs and all,
    Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart, see, they bark at me.
    Edg: Tom will throw his head at them.
    Avaunt, you curs!
    Be thy mouth or black or white,
    Tooth that poisons if it bite;
    Mastiff, greyhound, mongrel grim,
    Hound or spaniel, brach or lym,
    Or bobtail tike or trundle-tail;
    Tom will make them weep and wail;
    For, with throwing thus my head,
    Dogs leap'd the hatch, and all are fled.
    Do de, de, de. Sessa! Come, march to
    wakes and fairs and market-towns. Poor
    Tom, thy horn is dry.
    Lear: Then let them anatomize Regan. See
    what breeds about her heart.
    Is there any cause in nature that makes
    these hard hearts? (III.vi.34 - 79)

    The mock trial in the hovel. The ethnic realism of the set is here seen in the hovel, designed after the commonly seen 'lean-to's or ubiquitous street shelters rigged up in shanty settlements in urban India. The text of this scene is lightly edited. This scene was cut in Raja Lear, so as not to reduce the King to an abject madness and the adaptation, Iruthiattam did not feel the need for this terrifying threesome.

    Duration: 0:00:34

    Regan plucks Gloucester's beard

    Note: [Regan plucks his beard.]
    Glou: By the kind gods, 'tis most ignobly done
    To pluck me by the beard.
    Reg: So white, and such a traitor! (III.vii.34 - 37)

    The interrogation of Gloucester. Regan in her anger pulls at Gloucester's beard but it surprised when it comes off in her fingers. Initially pleased with her spoils, she is then repulsed by it - a traitor's beard - and flicks it off her fingers. Note the top lights giving a bleak white light suggestive of torture chambers.

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    The blinding of Gloucester

    Note: Corn: See't shalt thou never. Fellows, hold the chair.
    Upon these eyes of thine I'll set my foot.
    Glou: He that will think to live till he be old,
    Give me some help! O cruel! O ye gods!
    Reg: One side will mock another; th' other too!
    Corn: If you see vengeance, -- (III.vii.66 - 71)

    The blinding of Gloucester, again realistically staged, emphasizing its cold-blooded brutality ("Almost too realistic for comfort," The Statesman, 10 March 1997). Cornwall, in full view of the audience, uses his hands to pull out Gloucester's eye, drops the eyeball on the floor, stubs it with his foot and then goes on to wipe his hands with a callous nonchalance. Regan now moves close to him, leaning on his shoulder, expressing her obvious relish in the gory violence just committed. In contrast, in Raja Lear, the blinding is staged with Cornwall's back to the audience, blocking, and therefore, mediating, the brutality of the violence. In Iruthiattam this part of the sub-plot was edited out.

    Duration: 0:00:57

    The servant's challenge

    Note: 1.Serv: Hold your hand, my lord!
    I have serv'd you ever since I was a child
    But better service have I never done you
    Than now to bid you hold.
    Reg: How now, you dog?
    1.Serv: If you did wear a beard upon your chin,
    I'ld shake it on this quarrel.
    Reg: What do you mean?
    Corn: My villain! [Draw and fight.]
    1.Serv: Nay, then, come on, and take the
    chance of anger.
    Reg: Give me thy sword. A peasant stand up thus!
    [Takes a sword and runs at him behind.]
    1.Serv: O, I am slain! My lord, you have one eye left
    To see some mischief on him. Oh! [Dies.] (III.vii.72 - 81)

    The challenge of the servant: a servant who protests at the injustice towards Gloucester redeems the inhumanity of the play, briefly. He is counter challenged to a duel by Cornwall but is killed by Regan who stabs him in the back.

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    Regan turns her back on Cornwall

    Note: Corn: Regan, I bleed apace.
    Untimely comes this hurt. Give me your arm.
    [Exit Cornwall, let by Regan] (III.vii.96 - 97)

    Cornwall wounded, but Regan, in contrast to her seeming affection for him a few minutes earlier, does not move to comfort him and, unlike in the original text, walks away in the opposite direction with a calculating glint in her eye. The critical comments of the other servants were deleted.

    Duration: 0:00:27

    Gloucester and Poor Tom

    Note: Glou: Know'st thou the way to Dover?
    Edg: Both stile and gate, horse-way and foot-
    path. Poor Tom hath been scar'd out of
    his good wits; bless thee, good man's
    son, from the foul fiend! Five fiends have
    been in poor Tom at once; as Obidicut of
    lust; Hoberdidance, prince of dumbness;
    Mahu, of stealing; Modo, of murder;
    Flibbertigibbet, of mopping and mowing;
    who since possesses chambermaids and
    waiting women. So, bless thee, master!
    Glou: Here, take this Purse, thou whom the heavens' plagues
    Have humbled to all strokes: that I am wretched
    Makes thee the happier: Heavens, deal so still!
    Let the superfluous and lust-dieted man,
    That slaves your ordinance, that will not see
    Because he does not feel, feel your power quickly;
    So distribution should undo excess,
    And each man have enough. Dost thou know Dover?
    (IV.i.54 - 71)

    Gloucester with Poor Tom, asking him to lead him to Dover.

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    Goneril gives a token to Edmund

    Note: Gon: Back, Edmund, to my brother;
    Hasten his musters and conduct his powers:
    I must change arms at home, and give the distaff
    Into my husband's hands. This treaty servant
    Shall pass between us; ere long you are like to hear,
    If you dare venture in your own behalf,
    A mistress's command. Wear this; spare speech;
    [Gives a favour.]
    Decline your head: this kiss, if it durst speak,
    Would stretch thy spirits up into the air.
    Conceive, and fare thee well.
    Edm: Yours in the ranks of death.
    Gon: My most dear Gloucester! [Exit Edmund]
    O, the difference of man and man!
    To thee a woman's services are due:
    My Fool usurps my body. (IV.ii.15 - 28)

    Goneril gives a token to Edmund making her sexual interest in him quite evident. Again, it was part of the realism of this staging to let the lust and viciousness of the sisters directly express itself. An interesting instance of Oswald's sycophancy - he looks away when his mistress kisses her token before giving it to Edmund!

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    Regan tries to manipulate Oswald

    Note: Reg: Our troops set forth to-morrow. Stay with us.
    The ways are dangerous.
    Osw: I may not, Madam.
    My lady charg'd my duty in this business.
    Reg: Why should she write to Edmund? Might not you
    Transport her purposes by word? Belike,
    Some things--I know not what. I'll love thee much-
    Let me unseal the letter.
    Osw: Madam, I had rather-
    Reg: I know your lady does not love her husband;
    I am sure of that: and at her late being here
    She gave strange eilliads and most speaking looks
    To noble Edmund. I know you are of her bosom.
    Osw: I, Madam!
    Reg: I speak in understanding; y'are, I know't:
    Therefore I do advise you, take this note:
    My lord is dead; Edmund and I have talk'd,
    And more convenient is he for my hand
    Than for your Lady's. You may gather more.
    If you do find him, pray you give him this;
    And when your mistress hears thus much from you,
    I pray desire her call her wisdom to her:
    So fare you well.
    If you do chance to hear of that blind traitor,
    Preferment falls on him that cuts off.
    Osw: Would I could meet, Madam: I should show
    What Party I do follow.
    Reg: Fare thee well. (IV.v.16 - 40)

    Regan and Oswald: Regan's manipulation knows no bounds; she will scheme against her sister. Regan tries to get at Goneril's letter to Edmund, which is being carried by Oswald. She offers him a big reward for the capture of Gloucester, part of her ploy to buy over Oswald. The obsequious fool Oswald's face lights up at the mention of money and he exits promising to work for Regan.

    Duration: 0:00:11

    Gloucester and Edgar in Dover

    Note: Edg: Come on, sir; here's the place: stand still.
    How fearful
    And dizzy 'tis to cast one's eyes so low!
    The crows and choughs that wing the midway air
    Show scarce so gross as beetles; half way down
    Hangs one that gathers sampire, dreadful trade
    Methinks he seems no bigger than his head.
    The fishermen that walk upon the beach
    Appear like mice, and yond tall anchoring bark
    Diminish'd to her cock, her cock, a buoy
    Almost too small for sight. The murmuring surge,
    That on th' unnumber'd idle pebble chafes,
    Cannot be heard so high. I'll look no more,
    Lest my brain turn, and the deficient sight
    Topple down headlong.
    Glou: Set me where you stand.
    Edg: Give me your hand; you are not within a foot
    Of th' extreme verge: for all beneath the moon
    Would I not leap upright.
    Glou: Let go my hand.
    Here, friend, 's another purse; in it a jewel
    Well worth a poor man's taking: fairies and Gods
    Prosper it with thee! Go thou further off;
    Bid me farewell, and let me hear thee going.
    Edg: Now fare ye well, good sir.
    Glou: With all my heart. (IV.vi.11 - 33)

    Gloucester and Edgar on the cliff of Dover. Edgar looks down, positions Gloucester on the so-called edge, while Gloucester gives him a purse, preparing to die. Note the blue cyclorama, the shimmering waters and the streak of white of the chalk cliffs, presenting humans dwarfed in a world on the edge of eternity.

    Duration: 0:00:30

    Gloucester's suicide

    Note: Glou: Now, fellow, fare thee well.
    [He throws himself forward and fall]
    (IV.vi.42)

    Gloucester's suicide: here he falls backwards, a gesture slightly less bathetic than the front flop.

    Duration: 0:01:08

    "Mad" Lear

    Note: Glou: Is't not the King?
    Lear: Ay, every inch a king!
    When I do stare, see how the subject quakes.
    I pardon that man's life. What was thy cause?
    Adultery?
    Thou shalt not die. Die for adultery? No.
    The wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly
    Does lecher in my sight.
    Let copulation thrive; for Gloucester's bastard son
    Was kinder to his father than my daughters
    Got 'tween the lawful sheets. To't, Luxury, pell-mell!
    For I lack soldiers. (IV.vi.110 - 120)

    Lear in his mad regalia - with a coronet of weeds and wild flowers. Again, in his costume and gestures, "mad" Lear was localised in a familiar, physicalised manner.

    Duration: 0:00:04

    Handy-dandy wisdom

    Note: Glou: O, let me kiss that hand!
    Lear: Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality.
    Glou: O ruin'd piece of Nature! This great world
    Shall so wear out to naught. Dost thou know me?
    Lear: I remember thine eyes well enough. Does
    thou squiny at me?
    No, do thy worst, blind Cupid! I'll not love.
    Read thou this challenge; mark but the penning of it.
    Glou: Were thy letters suns, I could not see.
    Edg: [Aside.] I would not take this from report; it is,
    And my heart breaks at it.
    Lear: Read.
    Glou: What! With the case of eyes?
    Lear: O, Ho! Are you there with me? No eyes in
    your head, nor no money in your purse?
    Your eyes are in a heavy case, your
    purse in a light: yet you see how this
    world goes.
    Glou: I see it feelingly.
    Lear: What! art mad? A man may see how the
    world goes with no eyes. Look with
    thine eyes. See how yond justice rails
    upon yond simple thief. Hark in thine
    ear. Change places and, handy-dandy,
    which is the justice, which is the thief. (IV.vi.134 - 155)
    The clarity of madness: Gloucester recognizes Lear's voice and wishes to kiss the King's hand; Lear who has suffered the ague of ignominy, insists on wiping his hand first! Irony: Lear acquires wisdom in witlessness; he can now see through the image of Authority and Justice, and how the judge is often as guilty as the thief.

    Duration: 0:00:33

    Self-recognition in the world of fools

    Note: Lear: I know thee well enough; thy name is Gloucester.
    Thou must be patient; we came crying hither:
    Thou know'st, the first time that we smell the air
    We wawl and cry. I will preach to thee: mark.
    Glou: Alack, alack the day!
    Lear: When we are born, we cry that we are come
    To this great stage of fools. This' a good block! (IV.vi.179 - 185)

    Pathos and self-mockery in the realization of the irony of life in a world peopled by fools.

    Duration: 0:01:16

    Lear asleep

    Note: Cor: O my dear father, restoration hang
    Thy medicine on my lips, and let this kiss
    Repair those violent harms that my two sisters
    Have in thy reverence made!
    Kent: Kind and dear princess!
    Cor: Had you not been their father, these white flakes
    Did challenge pity of them. Was this a face
    To be oppos'd against the warring winds?
    To stand against the deep dread-bolted thunder?
    In the most terrible and nimble stroke
    Of quick cross lightning? to watch- poor perdu!-
    With this thin helm? Mine enemy's dog,
    Though he had bit me, should have stood that night
    Against my fire; and wast thou fain, poor father,
    To hovel thee with swine and rogues forlorn,
    In short and musty straw? Alack, alack!
    'Tis wonder that thy life and wits at once
    Had not concluded all. He wakes; speak to him.
    (IV.vii.26 - 42)

    Lear is brought in asleep and Cordelia weeps at the pathos of the situation.

    Duration: 0:01:10

    Lear reborn

    Note: Lear: Pray, do not mock me.
    I am a very foolish fond old man,
    Fourscore and upward, not an hour more nor less;
    And, to deal plainly,
    I fear I am not in my perfect mind.
    Methinks I should know you, and know this man;
    Yet, I am doubtful: for I am mainly ignorant
    What place this is, and all the skill I have
    Remembers not these garments; nor I know not
    Where I did lodge last night. Do not laught at me;
    For (as I am a man) I think this lady
    To be my child Cordelia.
    Cor: And so I am! I am! (IV.vii.59 - 70)

    Lear reborn: he awakes into a new understanding of himself, slowly recognizing his daughter Cordelia.

    Duration: 0:00:29

    Lear contrite

    Note: Lear: Be your tears wet? Yes, faith. I pray weep not;
    If you have poison for me, I will drink it.
    I know you do not love me; for your sisters
    Have, as I do remember, done me wrong.
    You have some cause, they have not.
    Cor: No cause, no cause. (IV.vii.72 - 75)

    Deeply contrite, Lear kneels to Cordelia.

    Duration: 0:00:14

    Lear begs forgiveness

    Note: Cor: Will 't please your Highness walk?
    Lear: You must bear with me.
    Pray you now, forget and forgive. I am old and foolish.
    [Exeunt Kent, Cordelia, Doctor, and Attendants].
    (IV.vii.183 - 184)

    Mustering the strength to standup, he cannot begin to walk, resume 'normal' activity until he has begged forgiveness of Cordelia. This reconciliation scene, in Raja Lear, with its mood lighting seems to communicate more deeply felt emotion. Iruthiattam, on the other hand, achieves a heightened intensity with its expressionistic stylization and a telescoping of scenes. Note the Buddhist chant that begins as the actors walk out signifying peace at last.

    Duration: 0:00:06

    Edmund's soliloquy

    Note: Edm: To both these sisters have I sworn my love;
    Each jealous of the other, as the stung
    Are of the adder. Which of them shall I take?
    Both? one? or neither? Neither can be enjoy'd,
    If both remain alive. To take the widow
    Exasperates, makes mad her sister Goneril;
    And hardly shall I carry out my side,
    Her husband being alive. Now then, we'll use
    His countenance for the battle, which being done,
    Let her who would be rid of him devise
    His speedy taking off. As for the mercy
    Which he intends to Lear and to Cordelia-
    The battle done, and they within our power,
    Shall never see his pardon; for my state
    Stands on me to defend, not to debate.
    (V.i.55 - 69)

    Edmund's soliloquy, relishing the prospect that both the sisters are squabbling over him. Spoken out to the audience his speech has insouciance, born out of his 'natural' lowness/ villainy.

    Duration: 0:00:39

    Battle scenes

    Note: Battle scenes (V.ii)

    Battle scenes: the violence of the power struggle was emphasized in this production by several scenes of armed confrontation, again presented realistically with bugle calls, long sword fights, corpses on the stage, and smoke curling from burning embers of the battlefield. Note the floor a symbolic blood-shot red.

    Duration: 0:00:27

    Lear welcomes imprisonment with Cordelia

    Note: Lear: No, no, no, no! Come, let's away to prison;
    We two alone will sing like birds i' th' cage:
    When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down,
    And ask of thee forgiveness. So we'll live
    And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh
    At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues
    Talk of court news; (V.iii.8 - 14)

    Lear refuses to petition his elder daughters for his release. Instead, together with Cordelia, he insists, they will enjoy another freedom, of togetherness! Together with Cordelia he feels he is in a blessed state. An assertion of the old confidence.

    Duration: 0:01:43

    Regan and Goneril squabble over Edmund

    Note: Reg: That's as we list to grace him;
    Methinks our pleasure might have been demanded,
    Ere you had spoke so far. He led our powers,
    Bore the commission of my place and person,
    The which immediacy may well stand up,
    And call itself your brother.
    Gon: Not so hot!
    In his own grace he doth exalt himself
    More than in your addition.
    Reg: In my rights
    By me invested, he compeers the best.
    Alb: That were the most if he should husband you.
    Reg: Jesters do oft prove prophets.
    Gon: Holla, holla!
    That eye that told you so look'd but a- squint.
    Reg: Lady, I am not well; else I should answer
    From a full-flowing stomach. General,
    Take thou my soldiers, prisoners, patrimony;
    Dispose of them, of me; the walls are thine.
    Witness the world that I create thee here
    My lord and master.
    Gon: Mean you to enjoy him?
    Alb: The let-alone lies not in your good will.
    Edm: Nor in thine, lord.
    Alb: Half-blooded fellow, yes.
    Reg: [to Edmund] Let the drum strike, and
    prove my title thine.
    Alb: Stay yet; hear reason. Edmund, I arrest thee
    On capital treason; and, in thy attaint,
    This gilded serpent. [Pointing to Goneril].
    For your claim, fair sister,
    I bar it in the interest of my wife.
    'Tis she is subcontracted to this lord,
    And I, her husband, contradict your banes.
    If you will marry, make your loves to me;
    My lady is bespoke. (V.iii.62 - 90)

    Goneril and Regan squabble over Edmund, both vying for alliance with him.

    Duration: 0:00:47

    Edgar's challenge

    Note: Edg: Draw thy sword,
    That, if my speech offend a noble heart,
    Thy arm may do thee justice; here is mine.
    Behold, it is the privilege of mine honours,
    My oath, and my professtion: I protest,
    Maugre thy strenth, youth, place and eminence,
    Despite they victor sword and fire-new fortune,
    Thy valour and thy heart, thou art a traitor;
    False to thy gods, thy brother, and thy father;
    Conspirant 'gainst this high illustrious prince;
    And, from th' extremest upward of thy head
    To the descent and dust beneath thy foot,
    A most toad-spotted traitor. Say thou 'No,'
    This sword, this arm, and my best spirits are bent
    To prove upon thy heart, whereto I speak,
    Thou liest.
    Edm: In wisdom I should ask thy name;
    But, since thy outside looks so fair and war-like,
    And that thy tongue some say of breeding breathes,
    What safe and nicely I might well delay
    By rule of knighthood, I disdain and spurn;
    Back do I toss those treason to thy head,
    With the hell-hated lie o'erwhelm thy heart,
    Which, for they yet glance by and scarcely bruise,
    This sword of mine shall give them instant way,
    Where they shall rest for ever. Trumpets, speak!
    [Alarums. They fight. Edmund falls.] (V.iii.127 - 150)

    Edgar's challenge to Edmund, and then the duel. The sword fighting in the production is based on Manipuri martial art and technique.

    Duration: 0:00:51

    Lear with the dead Cordelia

    Note: Re-enter Lear, with Cordelia dead in his arms; Officer.
    Lear: Howl, howl, howl! O, you are men of stones:
    Had I your tongues and eyes, I'ld use them so
    That heaven's vault should crack. She's gone for ever.
    I know when one is dead, and when one lives;
    She's dead as earth. Lend me a looking glass;
    If that her breath will mist or stain the stone,
    Why, then she lives. (V.iii.257 - 263)

    Lear enters with the dead Cordelia in his arms. The lack of special lighting and the backdrop of the battle field makes Cordelia's death a part of the destruction of the long power struggle, shifting the emphasis from an individualised tragedy.

    Duration: 0:00:25

    The recognition of Kent

    Note: Lear: This' a dull sight. Are you not Kent?
    Kent: The same;
    Your servant Kent. Where is your servant Caius?
    Lear: He's a good fellow, I can tell you that;
    He'll strike, and quickly too. He's dead and rotten.
    Kent: No, my good lord; I am the very man-
    (V.iii.282 - 286)

    The recognition of Kent, a sequence often edited out of performances, eg. in Raja Lear and of course in Iruthiattam.

    Duration: 0:01:12

    Death of Lear

    Note: Lear: And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no life!
    Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life.
    And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more,
    Never, never, never, never, never!
    Pray you undo this button. Thank you, Sir.
    Do you see this? Look on her! look! her lips!
    Look there, look there! [Dies].
    Edg: He faints! My lord, my Lord!
    Kent: Break, hear; I prithee, break!
    Edg: Look up, my Lord.
    Kent: Vex not his ghost: O! let Him pass; he hates him
    That would upon the rack of this tough world
    Stretch him out longer.
    Edg: He is gone, indeed. (V.iii.305 - 315)

    The last hope: Lear imagines Cordelia speaks; that breath stirs in her and, overcome by this, dies. The more than usual emphasis on the "thank you, Sir" to the one that undoes his button becomes a touchstone of the journey Lear has traversed - the recognition of the services of the others.

    Duration: 0:00:30