I’ve never been a
huge fan of Shakespeare’s History plays; they’ve always seemed a bit dull, a jumble of big speeches
and set pieces interspersed with a lot of bickering and fighting amongst political
factions. With Bell Shakespeare’s production of Henry 4,
however, that has all changed. John Bell calls it Britain ’s
‘national poem,’ and you could almost extend that to Australia , I guess. From its
opening cacophony of drums and guitar, to the breaking of the set, the raucous
rabble of the taverns and the streets, the political manipulating and the
ultimate redemption at the end, I don’t think I’ve seen a Shakespeare play done
as viscerally and as hauntingly poetic since Bell Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night in November 2010.
Written in two parts performed in 1596 and 1597 respectively, Henry IV was based on Holinshed’s Chronicles and an anonymous play, The Famous Victories of Henry the Fifth.
Part One deals with the rebel problem
in the North, and Prince Hal’s rebellion against his duties; Hal, spurred into
action by his father’s scorn, kills Hotspur at Shrewsbury , proving himself somewhat. Part Two sees Hal fall back into his old
ways with his friends, while Falstaff is sent away to gather soldiers; upon the
illness and death of Henry IV, Hal assumes the crown and becomes Henry V,
banishing his old acquaintances. However so much the play appears to depict historical
events, “to call any of [Shakespeare’s] plays ‘histories’ is somewhat
misleading, because historical events and personages are so heavily
fictionalised,” John Bell wrote in The
Australian. “To the Elizabethans, history was a mix of myth, legend,
folklore, moralising and propaganda. Historical figures and events [illustrated]
moral treatises, patterns of behaviour, warnings of consequences and character archetypes.”
In his Director’s Notes, John Bell discusses how the plays, whilst
epic in scope, are filled with a bustle, the sense “of a country on the move…
Scene by scene, we are rushed from Westminster
to Eastcheap, to Gloucestershire, to Shrewsbury .”
Part One in particular, oscillates
between Henry IV’s court, the
Boar’s Head tavern where Falstaff and Hal hold court, and the rebel court where
Hotspur and his uncles are plotting against the king. This relentless shifting
in an almost cyclical fashion continues almost in sequence throughout much of
the play until they all converge upon the Shrewsbury
battlefield in Act V. By following the line of movement from Part One through to Part Two, the latter beginning almost exactly where the former
ended, there is a strong sense of return but also of a world irrevocably
changed, almost as if overnight. Still maintaining much of the structure of Part One, Shakespeare shows us in Part Two an “exhausted world […]
shuddering in civil unrest. Old, ill, and dying men dominate the play… It is a
country of old men” and the fathers in this world are fast “slouching toward
their end.” It is a rather forlorn play, the characters look more careworn and
older, more weary; in many respects more philosophical about their lives and or
actions, more elegiac, a hymn to the green fields Falstaff babbles about on his
deathbed. Gone is the knockabout energy of Part
One; what we are left with is a world that is more serious, a world in
which Prince Hal might yet become the king he’s meant to, a world in which he comes
closer to being the Henry V of legend. By the same token, Part Two is perhaps ‘no country for old men’ – rather than
necessarily a reflection of Shakespeare’s world view (he is, after all, the
writer who gave us Lear, Prospero, Duke Senior and Polonius), it is instead a
reflection on the age in which he was writing, a reflection on the burgeoning
cultural backdrop of his time.
You cannot ignore Falstaff when discussing Henry IV, nor can you avoid it; played by John Bell, he is a bit of
an ageing biker, all leather jackets and chains and torn jeans in Part One, and a vaguely Ray Hughesian
rather well-off gentleman-of-state in Part
Two. He’s very much the lifeblood of Part
One, almost in every scene, but despite his endless energy and quipping, his
witty comebacks and insults, he is a rather pathetic character in a way. Falstaff
needs the attention and affirmation of others to survive, to thrice, and this
is particularly keenly observed in the ‘buckram cloak’ scene (Part One, II.4), where Hal and Poins
goad Falstaff into telling how he was set upon by a gang of ruffians whose
numbers curiously multiply and swell with every passing second. It’s a very
clever scene, too, in which we see just how manipulative Hal can be in order to
achieve what he wants. The ‘playing-at-kings’ scene which follows it is but another
in which Falstaff feeds of his audience’s merriment as much as the sack and
capons he devours. It is also the first sign of Hal’s eventual reformation, the
first inkling of what he is capable of should he become king, the deadly
seriousness hiding eversoclose beneath the layabout façade he presents – “I do,
I will.” Falstaff is almost like Don Quixote, in a way,
always threatening to run away with the play if only someone would give him
half a chance; just as Quixote’s story is always interrupted, so too are
Falstaff’s tavern scenes interrupted by a knocking at the door, by messengers
appearing, or the Prince entering with Poins. Each interruption is designed to
keep Falstaff bounded within the play, to make sure he doesn’t run away with
it, turn it into a star vehicle, transcend his literary confines. If directed
well, as Bell
and Ryan have done, there should be a balance between the character of Falstaff
and the journey of Hal, though the two stories are inherently intertwined. It
is Hal who is the centre of Henry IV,
even if it is his father after whom the play is titled; it is Hal who emerges
‘triumphant’ at the play’s end, Hal who transforms from layabout to heir to the
throne; it is Hal who is our focus point throughout the play, Hal who Vice and
Justice fight over.
Hal is essentially a
kind of Everyman character, and Shakespeare’s play is very much a riff on the
medieval Morality plays that were still popular in Elizabethan England in the early
1590s. If Falstaff is the Vice, then King Henry could be posited as Justice and
Order, the figure to which Hal must look on as his role model. In contrast to
the Morality plays where Vice was always defeated at the play’s conclusion, the
end of Henry IV, Part One sees Hotspur dead by Hal’s hand while Falstaff lives to
“lie another day, Christ-like, Vice-like, in his resurrection.” By the end of Part Two, Hal has “perfect knowledge
both of himself, [his capabilities,] and of the world around him… [He is] the
Renaissance conception of the perfect ruler.” Played by Matthew Moore, Hal is
indignant at the mistreatment and misuse of others and himself, while knowing
how to manipulate one person against another to maximum effect. While perfectly
encapsulating Hal’s layabout pre-reformation days, Moore’s ultimate smartening
up seems slightly too abrupt to be entirely credible, though I think that could
be something in Shakespeare’s play, as opposed to Bell’s adaptation or Moore’s
performance. What I did feel though, was that Hal’s apology to his dying father
was genuine, was as much an apology to his father as to himself, a resolution
to be a better king than he was a prince. And as his first act as king is to
banish his old acquaintances, something he threatened back in the tavern in
Eastcheap, we get the impression he will hold to his very word.
The set, designed
by Stephen Curtis, is dominated by a giant Union flag made from milk crates. To
the left of the stage, a shipping container, to the right a rabble of drums and
couches, tables, detritus from a pub or tavern. A drum kit sits nestled in the
corner, and a ladder reaches up the right side of the stage. And amongst it
all, there is a sweaty, grimy, pulsing heart, a vitality which could so easily
have been lost in the hands of another director. But under John Bell’s
direction, in collaboration with Damien Ryan, Shakespeare’s play is shaped and
sculpted into a (long but by no means tiring) three-and-a-half hour meditation
on the manner of politics, appearances, and the relationship between father and
son, of the rabble to the powerful, the streets to the cabinet rooms. Henry
4 is peppered with scenes that
pulse with an undisguised masculinity, while either side of them, moments like
Mistress Quickly helping Doll Tearsheet, Masters Shallow and Silence (Sean
O’Shea and Arky Michael respectively) lamenting the passing of old friends
whilst watching a soccer game between potential soldierly recruits; Nathan
Lovejoy and Yalin Ozucelik’s policemen, Lovejoy and O’Shea’s German tourists;
the battle of Shrewsbury, Lovejoy (and cast) singing ‘Jerusalem’ – sit like
gloves, neither disrupting or breaking the play’s momentum and flow, all
contributing to the painterly jigsaw of scenes and characters that Shakespeare
writes so well. As has become customary of Bell Shakespeare productions, the
cast are uniformly excellent, and though some parts may be small, barely a
scene or two, each character feels real, lived-in, almost as if you know them,
and it’s a tremendous testament to Bell and Ryan’s direction that it is thus.
Dickensian in its range of characters and as truthful as Chekhov, Henry IV is more than just a ‘national
poem.’ It’s a landscape, a “people-scape, by Hogarth, Bruegel, Grosz – every
figure brilliantly observed and depicted with [a] ferocious compassion.” It’s
the story of a son and father reconciling their differences and politics, about
the young and the old, about the kinds of people you’d find in the bars and
pubs, the nightclubs, the chambers of power and on the streets today. It’s
about as current and as topical as you can get, and it is theatre at its most
mirror-like, at its most mercurial, its most transcendent.
One holds the hope for Moore
in Henry 5 next year, too.
Theatre
playlist: 12. London Calling, The Clash
Fn: I’ve always thought of
Falstaff as being similar to Professor Slughorn in the Harry Potter books, in that he is almost as much a part of the
furniture of the Hog’s Head tavern in Hogsmeade as Falstaff is in the Boar’s
Head tavern in Eastcheap; they aren’t quite as appealing or exciting when they are outside
the tavern’s walls, when they are taken out of the context of the play.
Postlude, 29/06/2013:
In his Chronicles, Raphael Holinshed
predicted that Henry IV would die in Jerusalem .
Shakespeare, using Holinshed’s Chronicles
as the basis for his History plays, reiterated this prophecy. Whilst Henry
himself took this to mean he would die on crusade, he in fact died in the ‘Jerusalem ’ chamber in the
house of the Abbot of Westminster in 1413, during a session of Parliament. Bell ’s use of Parry’s
hymn in his production seems all the more elegiac and haunting, almost eerily perfect
now.
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