THE SEAFARER
He knows not
Who lives most easily on land, how I
Have spent my winter on the ice-cold sea
Wretched and anxious, in the paths of exile
Lacking dear friends, hung round by icicles
While hail flew past in showersâŚ
Anonymous. The Seafarer, c.755 AD,
translated from Anglo-Saxon by Richard Hamer
The Seafarer was first performed in the Cottesloe auditorium of the National Theatre, London, on 28 September 2006 (previews from 20 September), with the following cast:
MR LOCKHART | Ron Cook |
IVAN CURRY | Conleth Hill |
JAMES âSHARKYâ HARKIN | Karl Johnson |
NICKY GIBLIN | Michael McElhatton |
RICHARD HARKIN | Jim Norton |
Director | Conor McPherson |
Designer | Rae Smith |
Lighting Designer | Neil Austin |
Sound Designer | Mathew Smethurst-Evans |
The play received its American premiere at the Booth Theater, New York, on 31 October 2007, with the same artistic team. The cast was as follows:
IVAN CURRY | Conleth Hill |
MR LOCKHART | CiarĂĄn Hinds |
NICKY GIBLIN | Sean Mahon |
JAMES âSHARKYâ HARKIN | David Morse |
RICHARD HARKIN | Jim Norton |
Characters
JAMES âSHARKYâ HARKIN, erstwhile fisherman/van driver/chauffeur, fifties
RICHARD HARKIN, his older brother, recently gone blind, late fifties/sixties
IVAN CURRY, old friend of the Harkins, late forties
NICKY GIBLIN, a friend of Richardâs, late forties/fifties
MR LOCKHART, an acquaintance of Nickyâs, fifties
Dialogue in square brackets [ ] is unspoken.
Setting
The action takes place in a house in Baldoyle, a coastal settlement north of Dublin City. It is an old area which could hardly be called a town these days. It is rather a suburb of the city with a church and a few pubs and shops at its heart. From the coast one is looking at the north side of the Howth peninsula. Howth Head (Binn Eadair) is a hill on the peninsula which marks the northern arm of Dublin Bay. Due to its prominence it has long been the focus of myths and legends.
Act One takes place on Christmas Eve morning and late afternoon.
Act Two takes place late on Christmas Eve night.
ACT ONE: THE DEVIL AT BINN EADAIR
Scene One
The grim living area of a house in Baldoyle in Dublin. The house seems to be built into a hill. The main entrance is down a flight of stairs from the ground floor, giving a basement feel to the room. There is a window with a net curtain and threadbare heavier curtains drawn over it. At the back wall is an opening to a passageway giving access to a yard. Off the passageway are a mostly unseen kitchen and a toilet.
The place lacks a womanâs touch. It has morphed into a kind of a bar in its appearance. Those who live or pass through here are so immersed in pub culture that many artefacts in the room are originally from bars: a big mirror advertising whiskey, ashtrays, beer mats, a bar stool or two somewhere. There is a cold stove. The furniture is old and worn. An armchair, a couch, mismatched chairs, a dresser with very old mugs, cups and various chipped plates, a little table more suited for playing cards than for eating atâŚ
As the play begins the room is more or less in darkness. Some light seeps through from the kitchen, from the door to the yard, from down the stairs and through the threadbare curtains. There doesnât appear to be anyone here. An old stereo plays low music. A scrawny artificial Christmas tree haunts a corner.
SHARKY comes down the stairs, pausing to tap a red light under a picture of the Sacred Heart which has gone out. It flickers to life for a second but goes out again as he descends and surveys the scene. He is in mismatched pyjamas with a sweater over them and wears a pair of runners. He is not a big man, but is wiry and strong. A very tough life is etched on his face. His eyes are quick and ready. He has a small plaster at the bridge of his nose and a few plasters on the knuckles of his right hand. He opens the curtains to let in the morning light which reveals the squalor. He goes to the stereo and shuts it off. He then realises the phone is ringing. He lifts the receiver.
SHARKY. Hello? Hello?
He hangs up. As he does so, RICHARD, his older brother, stirs awake. He has been asleep (passed out)on the floor where we didnât notice him or took him for a bundle of rags. He wears a black suit, one slipper, an ancient baseball cap and a filthy white shirt. He is unshaven and looks terrible. He has recently gone blind. He rises up behind SHARKYâŚ
RICHARD. Whoâs that? Sharky?
SHARKY (startled). What are you fucking doing?!
RICHARD. What happened?
SHARKY. Nothing â I just turned off the radio. I thought you told me youâd go up to bed!
RICHARD. Yeah, I meant to, but Iâd no one to help me up the stairs!
SHARKY. Where was Ivan?
RICHARD. I donât know! He mustâve gone home.
SHARKY. I thought you said you could feel your way up!
RICHARD. Ah, Sharky! Not when Iâm jarred!
SHARKY (going to RICHARD, picking up a slipper). For fuckâs sake, RichardâŚ
RICHARD. Ah, donât be at me now, Iâm not able for it. What time is it?
SHARKY. Itâs half ten.
RICHARD. Oh God, Iâm bursting⌠give us a hand, whereâs me stick?
SHARKY, slipper in hand, looks around for RICHARDâs stick, while RICHARD shakily holds on to the chair, one slipper on, one slipper off.
Sharky!
SHARKY. Iâm here!
RICHARD. God, itâs freezing! Whereâs me stick?
SHARKY. I donât know! Where did you put it?
RICHARD. If I knew where I put it, Iâd have it!
SHARKY. Ah, donât fucking start, Iâm looking for it, if youâdâve let me bring you up to bed last night youâd have everythingâŚ
RICHARD. Ivan was here! What was I gonna do, leave him sitting in here on his own?
SHARKY. No, you were to...