Elementary level

by Peter Griffith

 

The traditional legends of Robin Hood are known and loved all over the world. But not quite so much is known about Robin’s girlfriend, Maid Marian. This play takes a new look at the traditional legends by placing Marian in the central role. The horrible Sheriff of Nottingham is trying to marry her, and Robin Hood needs her advice, and the Merry Men need to be rescued – but the resourceful Maid Marian is competent in every situation.

 

Maid Marian retells many of the traditional adventure tales of Sherwood Forest, and at the same time provides a strong role-model for girls – Marian is brave and capable and quick-witted, always managing to fool the Sheriff without needing to be aggressive. The play also provides excellent entertainment with lots of opportunity for audience participation – members of the audience are needed to play various roles on stage, and to help the actors throughout the play.



 

Photos of 'Maid Marian'

 

 

Extract from the script 'Maid Marian'

Merry Men: In Sherwood Forest lives a man
His name is Robin hood
He robs the rich to pay the poor
And always tries to do good.
 
But every hero gets his strength
From the partner that stands by his side.
So here’s the bravest girl in the world
Maid Marian, Robin’s bride.
 
Without her the Sheriff of Notttingham would win
And capture Robin Hood
So give three cheers for Maid Marian
In the Forest of Sherwood

by Peter Griffith

 

Dottie and Charles are cousins – and they hate each other.
When Charles comes to spend a day at Dottie's house, one disaster leads to another until everything that could possibly go wrong has gone wrong.
Is a happy ending possible?

 

 

Photos of 'My Cousin Charles'

Saison 19/20

 

 

Extract from the script 'My Cousin Charles'

Dottie: What do you want to play?
Charles: I don’t know. What have you got?
Dottie: Do you like playing football?
Charles: Yes. I’m very good at football.
Dottie: Well, we can play football.
Charles: My parents bought me a football with David Beckham’s signature on it.
Dottie: Oh. Well my football is just a cheap old football. But we can still play with it.
Charles: You can go in goal. I’ll shoot.
Dottie: All right. But we must keep away from this side here, because our neighbour isn’t very friendly.
Charles: Are you ready?
Dottie: Yes. (Charles takes the ball and performs a sequence of impressive manoeuvres) Are you going to shoot, then?
Charles: When I’m ready.
Dottie: Well come on, then.
Charles: When I’m ready. (Charles kicks elegantly, and Dottie easily catches the ball)
Dottie: Saved! Now it’s my turn to shoot.
Charles: No. I’m the striker. I’m Wayne Rooney.
Dottie: What?
Charles: I’m the striker - I score the goals. Give me the ball.
Dottie: So I have to spend the whole time in goal?
Charles: Of course.
Dottie: Oh. Right. Here’s the ball then. (Charles once again goes into a sequence of balletic ball-technique exercises) Well aren’t you going to shoot?
Charles: We can’t play here. The sun is in my eyes. We must put the goal over there.
Dottie: We can’t put the goal there. That’s where Mr Swother lives.
Charles: Who is Mr Swother?
Dottie: Mr Swother is our neighbour. He doesn’t like children. And especially, he doesn’t like children who play football.
Charles: When I kick a football, I know exactly where it goes. I won’t kick the ball over your neighbour’s fence.
Dottie: Well, if the ball lands in his garden, you go and get it back - OK?
Charles: It won’t land in his garden.
Dottie: Well come on - shoot then.
Charles: Don’t be impatient. You’re putting me off. (Charles kicks the ball through Mr Swother's window)
Dottie: Oh no! Now look what you’ve done.
Charles: It isn’t my fault. You didn’t save it. You didn’t catch the ball.
Dottie: But it was nowhere near the goal.

by Peter Griffith

 

We are in great danger - a terrifying monster is about to destroy the world!

 

And the only person who can save us is... a small girl with silver hair?

 

 

Photos of 'Silver Jane'

 

 

Extract from the script 'Silver Jane'

 Jane: Lots of old people have white hair. But no-one else has silver hair, like me.
 Agnes: You are our special silver baby.
 Jane: And then, I seem to know so much.
 Angus: Do you?
 Jane: Yes – at school I seem to know... more than anyone else.
 Agnes: Well, we’ve tried to teach you things.
 Jane: Yes, but you can’t even read and write... and I can do advanced trigonometry in my head.
 Angus: Yes, you always were clever.
 Jane: And I seem to be stronger than other people.
 Agnes: Stronger?
 Jane: Yes. I’m stronger than... a bear.
 Angus: I’m sure that’s because of the good food your mother gives you.