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    Anne Boleyn
    Anne Boleyn
    Anne Boleyn
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    Anne Boleyn

    By Howard Brenton

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    A celebration of a great English heroine, Anne Boleyn dramatises the life and legacy of Henry VIII's notorious second wife, who helped change the course of the nation's history. Premiered at Shakespeare's Globe in 2010.
    Best New Play, Whatsonstage.com Awards
    Traditionally seen as either the pawn of an ambitious family manoeuvred into the King's bed or as a predator manipulating her way to power, Anne – and her ghost – are seen in a very different light in Howard Brenton's epic play.
    Rummaging through the dead Queen Elizabeth's possessions upon coming to the throne in 1603, King James I finds alarming evidence that Anne was a religious conspirator, in love with Henry VIII but also with the most dangerous ideas of her day. She comes alive for him, a brilliant but reckless young woman confident in her sexuality, whose marriage and death transformed England for ever.
    'This is no dry and dusty history lesson... a witty and engrossing impression of the times that gave birth to our first Elizabethan age, and the subsequent reformation' British Theatre Guide
    'The play bursts through the constraints of costume drama'The Independent
    'What an absolute delight... a beautifully-written piece of theatre that instantly draws you in into the life and times of both Anne Boleyn and King James I' Whatsonstage.com
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherNick Hern Books
    Release dateNov 8, 2012
    ISBN9781780010212
    Anne Boleyn
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    Howard Brenton

    Howard Brenton is one of the UK's most prolific and celebrated playwrights. His many plays, often drawn from real-life events, have been seen at the National Theatre, Royal Shakespeare Company, Shakespeare's Globe, Hampstead Theatre and the Royal Court.

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      Anne Boleyn - Howard Brenton

      ACT ONE

      Scene One

      Enter ANNE BOLEYN in her bloodstained execution dress. She has a large embroidered bag with her.

      ANNE (aside. Working the audience). Do you want to see it? Who wants to see it? Do you? You? I’ll show then. (Opens the bag.) No, I won’t. (Closes the bag.) I won’t! I cannot see the advantage in it, and that was what I was taught, by Margaret of Burgundy, when I was thirteen, ‘Know the advantage of everything, Anne.’ And you won’t like me for showing you, you’ll say it’s boastful, they said I was boastful, overweening. And why should I want you to love me? Did anyone around me ever love me, but for the King? So you can’t see! You can’t! (Stamps her foot. Then laughs.) Or would it be fun? Would it be a scandal? Better: would it make you laugh? Oh, that’s all right then… here… (Puts her hand in the bag.) Ready? Look! (Takes a Bible out of the bag.) It’s my Bible! Why? Don’t you realise? This killed me! This book! This put me in the Tower, this made the sword, the sword, the sword… they played a trick. As I was kneeling. They made me look one way. And from the other way the sword… sang. In the air. For a second. I heard it sing, and… (Pauses, then kisses the Bible and puts it back into the bag.) What you think I was going to show you? This? (Takes out her severed head.) This? This? Funny, a head’s smaller than you think. Heavy little cabbage, that’s all. Let me show you something. Eyes closed, see? (Pulls the eyelids up with her fingers.) For a moment I saw my body lying in the straw. And I closed my eyes. It was I, closing them.

      She closes the eyes on the head. She stands, the head under her arm.

      And now I’m with Jesus. I am! I’ll bring you all to Jesus.

      Enter KING JAMES I followed by LORD ROBERT CECIL.

      ANNE points at JAMES.

      He won’t. James the Sixth of Scotland, sixty-seven years after my – (Gestures.) come to rule you all. James the Sixth of Scotland. Now James the First of England. But he won’t bring you to Jesus.

      She skips away and exits.

      Scene Two

      JAMES and CECIL. CECIL’s man PARROT lurks.

      Listening COURTIERS edge as close as they dare to try to overhear.

      JAMES. Two thousand dresses!

      CECIL. Yes, Your Majesty.

      JAMES. Elizabeth had two thousand dresses?

      CECIL. Her late Majesty knew the importance of the pomp of princes.

      JAMES. The pimp of princes.

      CECIL. Pomp, Your Majesty.

      JAMES. The pomping and pimping of princes. (Laughs.) Two thousand dresses. We have come out of Scotland to a world of marvels.

      CECIL. You come, Sire, a King of Scotland and rightful heir to the English throne. For the Kingdom was cast into darkness, the sun of Eliza set, her people were cast into darkness and cold. But now from the north a new sun has arisen, Your Majesty from Scotland ascends the throne, light floods the rejoicing towns and villages, warmth returns, a new glory and light shines upon us.

      JAMES (makes a farting noise). Oh, I do believe I ripped a fart.

      CECIL. Your Majesty?

      JAMES. No, not a fart, it was a flash of light from my arse illuminating England.

      CECIL. Your Majesty, I…

      JAMES. No no no, tum tum tum, you spoke smoothly, My Lord Cecil. Smoothly, smotherly.

      CECIL. I assure Your Majesty that…

      JAMES. You see, I come from a more primitive world. I was brought up amongst the terrorism of great lords. In Edinburgh I looked for courtiers with knives in their sleeves. Here, I think, the danger is from words in their mouths.

      CECIL. But I must protest my sincerity…

      JAMES. Yum tum! Where are they?

      CECIL. Your Majesty?

      JAMES. The dresses! That woman’s dresses!

      CECIL. I have picked the best. (Claps his hands.) Come!

      CECIL peels away.

      PARROT (low, to CECIL). The dresses, My Lord? I was going to sell them.

      CECIL. Don’t tell me.

      PARROT. The servants in the hall expect something on the side.

      CECIL. Enough.

      PARROT. It’s a once-in-a-generation opportunity, My Lord. A change of monarch. Get your hands on a few souvenirs.

      CECIL. I let you have the pewter plate.

      PARROT. None of the silver, though.

      CECIL. What?

      PARROT. Nothing, My Lord.

      Enter SERVANTS, their arms full of dazzling dresses. They pile them in front of JAMES. CECIL fusses about, displaying them. One SERVANT also pulls a chest onto the

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