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Foreskin's Lament
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One of the most successful and well-known New Zealand plays is also compelling reading on the page. The power, humour and irony of the language all serve to illustrate a penetrating analysis of New Zealand society, as seen through the lens of sport.
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Foreskinâs Lament
Act One
Set â Dim light The inside of a dressing shed. Floor and walls of bare boards. Clothes are hanging along two walls left and right. Low forms below the clothes, with shoes, socks stowed under them. In the backstage wall, two wooden doors. The word âshowerâ is etched crudely in white paint above the door on the left Centrestage, with assorted bottles of liniment and rubbing-oil on it, is a long wooden table. There is a strong smell of liniment Old socks, jockstraps, boots, balls, and a couple of beer bottles are littered about.
From off-stage, a loud bull-horn voice.
TUPPER: Get excited about it! Go over the top of him, donât hang off! Use your bloody feet, you pack of poofters. Ruck! Ruck! You wonât hurt him, you wonât hurt him, I guarantee it!
Pause
Oh shit.
Pause
Now come on Kenny lad, get up, donât just lie there, it canât be that bad. Come on, on your feet, play the game son. Theyâre not dishing out any Oscars tonight, you know.
Pause
Oi! Mean, Irish! Come over here and take him away. No, you wonât need that stretcher Larry, a couple of the lads will help carry him. Just needs a bit of a rub-down, donât you, Kenny?
During the following speech: Lights. IRISH and MEAN, in dirty rugby gear, carry KEN, similarly dressed, on stage through the unmarked door. KENS arms are draped over the other two playersâ shoulders. Behind them, like a mother hen, comes LARRY, dressed in ordinary trousers and a colourful track-suit top over a business shirt.
Right! The rest of you bastards mind where youâre putting your bloody great feet â youâre meant to be kicking shit out of the opposition, not our guys. Keep an eye open for the ball while youâre at it.
Okay, weâll take it from a set scrum over here on the right. Weâre going to spin it to the left. Foreskin will be coming into the line outside centre, heâll drop it â on purpose this time! â and weâll have the loose forwards out there to tidy up as quick as a wink of my Aunt Fannyâs twat. No shirking, letâs finish with a bit of guts â whaddarya anyway?
Okay, weâll take it from a set scrum over here on the right. Weâre going to spin it to the left. Foreskin will be coming into the line outside centre, heâll drop it â on purpose this time! â and weâll have the loose forwards out there to tidy up as quick as a wink of my Aunt Fannyâs twat. No shirking, letâs finish with a bit of guts â whaddarya anyway?
LARRY: Just put him there on the table. Easy does it, my lads ⌠there.
LARRY supports KENâS legs as IRISH and MEAN sit him on the table with both legs flat in front of him. KEN is facing up-stage.
Now, letâs have a good look at it, Kenny.
IRISH and MEAN sit down on the forms and watch with interest as LARRY begins feeling KENâS leg. IRISH rustles about in his bag for a cigarette.
LARRY: Come on, you two, out you go. The Tupper will be having chickens.
IRISH: Jesus, do we have to? All this extra training isnât good for me. The fitter I get, the more effort it takes to get exhausted.
MEAN: Thatâs Irish.
IRISH: Itâs not Santa Claus, thatâs for sure. And I havenât seen the sheila since Monday, Iâll be gett...
Table of contents
- Cover
- Half-title
- Title Page
- Table of Contents
- Dedication
- Foreword
- First performance
- Authorâs note
- Characters
- Foreskinâs Lament
- By the Same Author
- Copyright