Light Thickens. Ngaio Marsh

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      So when the business of appointing a representative came up and Barrabell said he’d done it before and if they liked he’d do it again, they were glad to let him be their Eq. Rep. Equity is an apolitical body and takes in all shades of opinion.

      But if they were indifferent to him, he was far from being indifferent to them. He had a cast list with little signs against quite a number of names. As rehearsals went on he hoped to add to it. Dougal Macdougal’s name was boxed in. Barrabell looked at it for some time with his head on one side. He then put a question mark beside it.

      The rest of the cast for the morning’s rehearsal arrived. Peregrine and Nina returned with a fresh-faced child in tow.

      ‘Quickest piece of casting in our records,’ said Peregrine. ‘This is William Smith, everybody. Young Macduff to you.’

      The little boy’s face broke into a delightful smile. Delighted and delightful. It was transformed.

      ‘Hal-lo, William,’ said Dougal.

      ‘Hallo, sir,’ said William. Not a vowel wrong and nothing forced.

      ‘His mama is coming back for him in an hour,’ said Peregrine. ‘Sit over there, William, and watch rehearsal.’

      He sat by Nina.

      ‘This morning we’re breaking new ground,’ said Peregrine. ‘Banquet scene with ghost of Banquo. I’ll explain the business with the ghost. You, Banquo, will wear a mask. A ghastly mask. Open mouth with blood running. You’ll have time to change your clothes. You will have doubles. The table will have a completely convincing false side with heavily carved legs and the black space painted between them. You and your double will be hidden behind this side. Your stool is at the head of the table.

      ‘Now. The Macbeths’ costumes. The Lady has voluminous sleeves, attached all the way down to her costume. When she says “Meeting were bare without it,” she holds out her hands. She is standing in front of the stool and masks it. Macbeth goes up to her and on his own “Sweet remembrancer” takes and kisses her hands. They form, momentarily, a complete mask to the stool. Banquo, from under the table, slides up on to the stool. The speed with which you do this is all-important. Banquo, you sit on the stool with your back to Macbeth and your head bent down. The Macbeths move off to his right.

      ‘On Macbeth’s “Where?” Banquo turns. Recognition. Climax. He’s a proper job. Bloody hair, throat cut, chest stabbed, blood all over it. On “Feed and regard him not” the thanes obey the Lady but rather self-consciously. They eat and mumble. Keep it quiet. Macbeth shrinks back and to the right. She follows.

      ‘On Macbeth’s “What care I,” Banquo lets his head go back and then fall forward. He rises and exits left. This is going to take a lot of work. You thanes, all of you, can not see him. Repeat: you can not see him. He almost touches you but for you he is not there. You all watch Macbeth. Have you all got that? Stop me if I’m going too fast.’

      ‘Just a moment,’ said Banquo.

      Here we go, thought Peregrine. ‘Yes, Bruce?’ he said.

      ‘How much room will there be under this thick-table affair?’

      ‘Plenty, I hope.’

      ‘And how do I see?’

      Peregrine stopped himself saying ‘With your eyes.’ ‘The mask,’ he explained, ‘is being very carefully designed. It is attached to the headpiece. The eye-holes are big. Your own eyes will be painted out. Gaston has done an excellent drawing for us. They will take a mould of your face.’

      ‘Oh my God.’

      ‘A bloodied cloak will be firmly fixed to the neck and ripped up in several places.’

      ‘I’ll want to see all these things, Perry. I’ll want to rehearse in them.’

      ‘So you shall. Till the cows come home.’

      ‘Thank you very much,’ said the beautiful voice silkily.

      ‘Any more questions? No? Well, let’s try it.’

      They tried it slowly and then faster. Many times.

      ‘I think it’ll work,’ Peregrine said at last to Nina who was sitting behind him.

      ‘Oh yes, Perry. Yes. Yes.’

      ‘We’ll move on to the next “appearance”. Dougal, you have this distraught, confused, self-betraying speech. You pull yourself together and propose a health. You stand in front of the stool, masking it, holding out the cup in your left hand. Ross fills it. The understudy is in position. Under the table. Is he here? Yes, Toby. You’ve moved up to the end. You can see when Macbeth’s arm and hand, holding the goblet, are in place and you slip up on the stool. Macbeth proposes the toast. He moves away, facing front. He does what we all hope he will not do: he names Banquo. The thanes drink. He turns to go upstage and there is the Ghost. On “unreal mockery, hence” the Ghost rises. He moves to the stairs, passing between Menteith and Gaston and past the soldiers on guard, up into the murder chamber. Everyone watches Macbeth who raves on. Now, inch by inch, we’ll walk it.’

      They did so, marking what they did in their scripts, gradually working through the whole scene, taking notes, walking the moves, fitting the pieces together. Peregrine said: ‘If ever there was a scene that could be ruined by a bit-part actor, this is it. It’s all very well to say you must completely ignore the Ghost, that for you it’s not there; but it calls for a damn good actor to achieve it. We’ve got to make the audience accept the reality of the Ghost and be frightened by it. The most intelligent of you all, Lennox, has the line: “Good night, and better health attend His Majesty.” When next we see Lennox he’s speaking of his suspicions to Ross. The actor will, ever so slightly, not a fraction too much, make us aware of this. A hair’s-breadth pause after he says good night, perhaps. You’ve got your moves. Take them once more to make sure and go away and think through the whole scene, step by step, and then decide absolutely what you are feeling and doing at every moment.’

      When they had gone Peregrine took Macbeth’s scene with the murderers. Then the actual murder of Banquo.

      ‘Listen!’ Peregrine said. ‘Just listen to the gift this golden hand offers you. It’s got everything. The last glint of sunset, the near approach of disaster.

       “The West yet glimmers with some streaks of day.

       Now spurs the lated traveller apace

       To gain the timely inn.”

      ‘And now we hear the thud of horses’ hooves. Louder and louder. They stop. A pause. Then the horses go away. Enter Banquo with a lanthorn. I do want a profoundly deep voice for this speech. I’m sorry,’ he said to the First Murderer. ‘I’m going to give it to Gaston. It’s a matter of voice, dear boy, not of talent. Believe me, it’s a matter of voice.’

      ‘Yes. All right,’ said the stricken murderer.

      They read the scene.

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