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    Jude (NHB Modern Plays)
    Jude (NHB Modern Plays)
    Jude (NHB Modern Plays)
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    Jude (NHB Modern Plays)

    By Howard Brenton

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    About to be fired from her cleaning job for stealing a volume of Euripides, Jude turns her employer's outrage to shock by translating the ancient Greek on the spot. The employer, a Classics teacher, knows great talent when she sees it and the encounter kick-starts Jude's lifelong ambition to study at Oxford University. Entirely self-taught and possessing an astonishing gift for languages, Jude will stop at nothing to achieve her dream – but she remains oblivious to the hidden barriers that her background has placed in her path...
    Howard Brenton's play, loosely inspired by Thomas Hardy's novel Jude the Obscure, is a modern day tale of unexpected genius and of our struggle to accommodate extraordinary talent.
    Jude premiered at Hampstead Theatre in May 2019.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherNick Hern Books
    Release dateMay 9, 2019
    ISBN9781788501774
    Jude (NHB Modern Plays)
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    Howard Brenton

    Howard Brenton was born in Portsmouth in 1942. His many plays include Christie in Love (Portable Theatre, 1969); Revenge (Theatre Upstairs, 1969); Magnificence (Royal Court Theatre, 1973); The Churchill Play (Nottingham Playhouse, 1974, and twice revived by the RSC, 1978 and 1988); Bloody Poetry (Foco Novo, 1984, and Royal Court Theatre, 1987); Weapons of Happiness (National Theatre, Evening Standard Award, 1976); Epsom Downs (Joint Stock Theatre, 1977); Sore Throats (RSC, 1978); The Romans in Britain (National Theatre, 1980, revived at the Crucible Theatre, Sheffield, 2006); Thirteenth Night (RSC, 1981); The Genius (1983), Greenland (1988) and Berlin Bertie (1992), all presented by the Royal Court; Kit’s Play (RADA Jerwood Theatre, 2000); Paul (National Theatre, 2005); In Extremis (Shakespeare’s Globe, 2006 and 2007); Never So Good (National Theatre, 2008); The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists adapted from the novel by Robert Tressell (Liverpool Everyman and Chichester Festival Theatre, 2010); Anne Boleyn (Shakespeare’s Globe, 2010 and 2011); 55 Days (Hampstead Theatre, 2012); #aiww: The Arrest of Ai Weiwei (Hampstead Theatre, 2013); The Guffin (NT Connections, 2013); Drawing the Line (Hampstead Theatre, 2013) and Doctor Scroggy's War (Shakespeare's Globe, 2014); Lawrence After Arabia (Hampstead Theatre, 2016) and The Blinding Light (Jermyn Street Theatre, 2017). Collaborations with other writers include Brassneck (with David Hare, Nottingham Playhouse, 1972); Pravda (with David Hare, National Theatre, Evening Standard Award, 1985) and Moscow Gold (with Tariq Ali, RSC, 1990). Versions of classics include The Life of Galileo (1980) and Danton’s Death (1982) both for the National Theatre, Goethe’s Faust (1995/6) for the RSC, a new version of Danton’s Death for the National Theatre (2010) and Dances of Death (Gate Theatre, 2013). He wrote thirteen episodes of the BBC1 drama series Spooks (2001–05, BAFTA Best Drama Series, 2003).

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      Jude (NHB Modern Plays) - Howard Brenton

      ACT ONE: At Waterlooville

      Scene One

      SALLY PHILLOTSON has discovered JUDITH NASRANI stealing a book. JUDITH hides it behind her back.

      SALLY. What’s that?

      JUDITH. What’s what?

      SALLY. A book?

      JUDITH. So?

      SALLY. Oh for Godsake, if you want to – read something, ask and you can borrow it.

      JUDITH. No I want to steal it.

      SALLY. I’m sorry?

      JUDITH. Stealing makes it better.

      SALLY. Makes what better?

      JUDITH. The book.

      SALLY. Why?

      JUDITH shrugs.

      JUDITH. More tasty.

      And grins.

      SALLY. Look, if we’re going to understand each other – I mean your first day, I’d hoped – oh, give it to me.

      With a sudden movement, JUDITH throws the book to her. Startled, SALLY catches it awkwardly. She looks at it.

      Euripides? In Greek?

      JUDITH shrugs, a movement of her right hand. It gives a contemptuous impression.

      What was the idea, flog it on eBay? Well I don’t know what you’d have got for it, it’s not exactly a Marvel-comic shocker – though I s’pose, in its day, Medea – but – you were going to, what? Pilfer your way through my flat, then flit away, never to be seen again? You’ve really let me down, Judith.

      JUDITH. It’s a disease.

      SALLY. Petty thieving, a medical problem? I s’pose that’s some kind of sociological excuse –

      JUDITH. Reading. It’s sick. That’s what my aunt says.

      SALLY. What does this aunt do?

      JUDITH with a shrug.

      JUDITH. Works at the Payless.

      SALLY. And she doesn’t like you reading? I mean you can re– sorry –

      JUDITH. Fuck off.

      SALLY. Yes, that was – of me –

      But JUDITH rushes at SALLY, who flinches. JUDITH grabs the book, turns away and opens it. She reads – carefully – the first line of Medea.

      JUDITH. Εἴθ᾽ ὤφελ᾽ Ἀργοῦς μὴ διαπτάσθαι σκάφος

      SALLY is stunned.

      But JUDITH begins to struggle with a translation.

      How I – want – no, wanted, no – wished? Wished – the Argo – Argo! Jason’s ship, sexy beast, wan’t he – μὴ διαπτάσθαι, what’s that?

      SALLY. Verb –

      JUDITH. Yeah I know it’s a verb –

      SALLY. To fly through. Past tense. And it’s negative. Can be about a journey.

      JUDITH stares at the line, speaking it to herself. Then –

      JUDITH. How – I wish – the Argo – had never – reached – the land.

      A pause.

      SALLY. All right. Was it your school, back in Syria? What, an elite, a party school?

      JUDITH is looking at her in her shutdown mode.

      I mean how did you learn Greek?

      JUDITH. Church.

      SALLY. Church?

      JUDITH. My aunt goes to church. They have a jumble sale.

      SALLY. But – aren’t you, I assumed – aren’t you Muslim?

      JUDITH. You tell me.

      SALLY. No, I mean –

      JUDITH. I’m what you think I am, in’t I.

      SALLY. And you think I think you’re – (Stops herself.) I don’t want this to get complicated. I just want my flat cleaned.

      JUDITH shrugs.

      So, jumble sale?

      JUDITH. Yeah.

      SALLY. And you – found Ancient Greek there.

      JUDITH. There was this ‘Teach Yourself’ book. And an oinky old dictionary.

      SALLY. Oinky?

      JUDITH (shrug). Covers all buggered.

      SALLY. And you bought them?

      JUDITH, nothing.

      Of course not.

      JUDITH in her shutdown-and-stare mode.

      A pause.

      Did someone at the college put you up to this?

      JUDITH. Up to the Greek?

      SALLY. It’s Colin, isn’t it, bloody Colin. God keep us from men who are practical jokers – I mean I know he wants classical studies off the curriculum but – get me to go into a staff meeting and say ‘Little refugee girl stole my Euripides, I have found a genius?’ – Egg all over my face. So own up. That it? Mr Chalmers at Southsea College, he got you to fake knowing Greek?

      JUDITH. Are you like – saying I’m faking?

      SALLY. I mean – I’m asking –

      JUDITH. Right! Fake! It’s all fake! The Greeks knew that, wake, fake, yeah even being awake, that’s fake! That’s what they say – don’t wake up, it’ll kill you! So fuck your stupid job and fuck you!

      She slams the book down on the ground, kicks the cleaning equipment over and is leaving. But suddenly she turns on SALLY and shouts at her.

      μῆνιν ἄειδε θεὰ Πηληϊάδεω Ἀχιλῆος

      JUDITH exits.

      And –

      Scene Two

      SALLY and PAT NASH.

      SALLY. Can I smoke?

      PAT. Not really.

      A pause.

      So, she shouted at you and left. And –

      SALLY. I was – shocked.

      PAT. Cos little foreign cleaners aren’t meant to know Ancient Greek.

      SALLY. No. Yes. No.

      PAT. What was it she shouted?

      SALLY. The first line of the Iliad.

      PAT. Which is?

      SALLY. Obviously the police don’t read Homer.

      PAT. No need, we see enough blood poured in the sand.

      SALLY. ‘Sing Goddess of the rage of Achilles.’

      PAT considers her for a moment.

      PAT. What do you think she meant?

      SALLY. ‘Sing Goddess of the rage of Judith Nasrani’? Look, that young woman has ruined enough of my life –

      PAT. Really? I thought you ruined

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