reminded him that the play was in fact the story of a man, a family, two families, a whole court unravelling, and not just a chance for him to play the lead. The first time he opened it, Jemma leant over, and with her finger ran down the list of characters. âOnly two women,â she sniffed. âIf they had to do Shakespeare, why couldnât they have chosen As You Like It , or The Winterâs Tale ?â And when Dan didnât reply, she sighed. âWho do you think will get Ophelia?â
âNo idea,â Dan shrugged. âKnowing them, theyâll probably cast Kevin.â
âAnd Samantha will get Lords, Attendants, Guards and followers of Laertes. If sheâs lucky.â
Dan was determined to get to Greece, but with the war raging in Bosnia, it was impossible to travel through Yugoslavia by train, and so they used Jemmaâs credit card and bought two plane tickets. âItâs all right,â she told him, âIâm going to get a job, teaching English to foreign students. Thereâs a course you can do. And anyway, when youâre a big star, playing Hamlet at the RSC, you can pay me back.â
âSure,â he said, âsure,â but he felt himself grow pale under the mask of his tan.
Athens, when they finally reached it, was stifling. An almost solid weight of heat pressed down on Danâs head, and to get away from it, the next morning at dawn they joined a group of tourists in pressed, clean clothes, with sunhats and expensive cameras, and took a bus to the theatre at Epidaurus. They dozed and played cards and looked out at the scorched countryside, until Jemma scrabbled in her bag for Teach Yourself Greek and slid it into her walkman. Dan closed his eyes against the hiss and whirr and found himself instead listening to the woman in front read aloud from her guidebook. The ancient sanctuary of Aeslepios at Epidaurus is a spiritual place worth travelling around the world to visit .
But not even the guidebook could prepare him for the spectacular grandeur of the amphitheatre when they eventually arrived. It had been dug out of a hillside and its perfect terraces stretched away on three sides, the limestone seating of its steps dazzling in the sun. For a while he simply stared at it, the cicadas whistling, the turquoise sky blazing down, until, mesmerised, he walked to the centre of the circular stage. He noticed as he did so that Jemma had climbed, taking the aisle that led up to the right, ascending nimbly, heading for the promise of shade provided by a scrag of trees at the top.
âHello . . .â he tested out the famous acoustics, âcan you hear me?â and he listened for the echo as his voice rose away from him. âHello, hello.â He imagined himself before an audience of thousands and then, unable to resist, he coughed, glanced around and began:
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âTo be or not to be, that is the question;
Whether âtis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them.â
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He could see people looking at him, some even choosing seats. He took another breath, his chest opening, his voice powerful and low.
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âTo die, to sleep, no more â and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to.â
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He paused again and held the silence, cupped against his ear.
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âTis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished.
To die, to sleep â
To sleep â perchance to dream.â
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And then from above Jemmaâs voice came floating down.
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â âTwas brillig and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe,
All mimsy were the borogroves,
And the mome wraths outgrabe.â
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âCome down here,â Dan shouted to her, high above him in her flowery dress. But she only shouted back.
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âBeware the Jabberwock, my son!
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