Director’s Notes
Welcome to the North Shore Light Opera Society production of The Yeomen Of The Guard! Premiered 123 years ago, Yeomen is the eleventh of Gilbert and Sullivan's fourteen collaborations. It follows the comic melodrama Ruddigore both in order of composition and in order of recent productions by NSLOS, though that is nothing but coincidence. Back in 1888, composer Arthur Sullivan had spent years listening carefully to those friends of his who insisted he was wasting his talents by writing witty and charming comic theatre pieces that would still be produced in a century's time. Instead, it seems he wanted to write a Grand Opera, which he would eventually do - Ivanhoe - which is very, very boring and nobody ever produces. So when it came time for a new G&S production, he insisted that master comedian Gilbert create a more serious story, something for which Gilbert had very little skill or ability. And thus, The Yeomen Of The Guard, wherein two masters of the stage decide to stop doing the things which made them global celebrities and beloved theatrical stars, and instead do 'what they ought to be doing', which apparently turns out to be a serious-ish story with comedy peeking through the substantial cracks in plot and motivation. Not many companies do Yeomen any more. However, we have, and we hope you enjoy it!
Matthew Bissett
Synopsis
Act I COLONEL FAIRFAX, a man of science, but formerly a soldier of great and dashing bravery, is confined in the Tower of London. He is under sentence of death as a sorcerer. Although he is a student of alchemy, Fairfax is still young and handsome, and Phœbe has lost her heart to him, for she sees him occasionally taking exercise on the Beauchamp Tower. As we begin, the unhappy girl is discovered sighing over her hopeless love for the prisoner. Wilfred Shadbolt, head jailer and assistant tormenter, is greatly put out, for Phœbe will have none of him, though before the arrival of Fairfax she had not been so averse to his attentions. Dame Carruthers, the housekeeper to the Tower, believing Fairfax to be guilty, resents Phœbe's praise of him, and her criticisms of the Tower. The Dame was born in the old Keep, and the Tower is very dear to her; she leaves no doubt of her sentiments in the noble air "Then Our Gallant Norman Foes."Sergeant Meryll, of the Yeomen of the Guard, is saddened by the thought of the approaching execution of Fairfax. He greatly admires Fairfax for his brilliant career as a soldier and not even the imminent arrival of his son, Leonard Meryll, can raise his despondent spirits, though there is a hope that Leonard may bring a reprieve from Court with him for Fairfax. Leonard arrives even while Phœbe and her father are discussing the sad case of the unfortunate prisoner; there is no reprieve. No one saw him enter, and the unheralded coming gives Sergeant Meryll an idea. "Give me the dispatch," he says . . . "lie hidden for a space." Leonard does so willingly, for Fairfax was once his great friend. A moment later, Fairfax passes by, under guard, on his way to the Cold Harbour Tower to await his end in solitude. He sees and recognizes Sergeant Meryll and bids him cheer up; as a soldier, he says, he knows how to die. If life is a boon, he says, death must inevitably come too soon. Phœbe and her father are overcome with emotion and leave him. Fairfax asks the Lieutenant of the Tower to grant him a favour. He is, he says, imprisoned as a result of the machinations of his cousin, Sir Clarence Plotwhistle - a greedy fellow to whom the Fairfax estates must naturally fall if Colonel Fairfax should die unmarried. Fairfax's request is, therefore, that the Lieutenant shall find him a woman willing to go through a form of marriage with him: her dower shall be Fairfax's name and a hundred crowns. Since he is to be executed in an hour's time it should be easy enough to find someone. As Fairfax moves on his way, there is laughing and shouting, and a roistering throng of men and women, pursuing a wandering jester and a merrymaid, appear. The jester, Jack Point, and the girl, Elsie Maynard, are both more than a little terrified, for the crowd, in demanding entertainment, threatens to throw them into the river if they do not come up to expectations. They sing them the "singing farce of the Merryman and his maid," and are about to be mobbed by the less appreciative members of the audience when the Lieutenant reappears from the Cold Harbour Tower. The crowd is dispersed and the Lieutenant, learning all about Elsie and Jack Point, suggests to Elsie that she be Fairfax's bride for the short hour he has to live. The hundred crowns which she is to receive tempt and persuade her. She is led blindfolded to the cell where Fairfax and his confessor await her. While she is gone, Point (in the song "I've Jibe and Joke") explains his calling of a jester and is engaged by the Lieutenant as his jester. Then Phœbe reflects on her state, and finally finds Wilfred alone. She determines to get the keys of Fairfax's cell from him. Exerting all her charms and flattering Wilfred, she compliments him on his jollity and wit, though he is in truth the heaviest-minded dolt. Slyly she takes the keys from his belt and hands them to her father, who disappears immediately. Whilst her father is away she sings a tempting little ditty "Were I Thy Bride." As she begins the last verse, the keys are pushed back into her hand and she cleverly puts them back on Wilfred's belt. She runs off and Wilfred wanders away bewildered and happy. No sooner has he gone than Sergeant Meryll and Fairfax appear from the Tower. Fairfax has put on the uniform of a Yeoman of the Guard. He is to pose as the Sergeant's son Leonard. Sergeant Meryll presents his "son" to the assembled yeomen, who cheer him. Phœbe, too, welcomes this "brother" far more lingeringly and ecstatically than might be considered perfectly natural. Then while "brother and sister" are greeting one another the clock of St. Peter's begins to toll and crowds surge around to witness the execution of Fairfax. Fairfax (alias Leonard) and two other Yeomen are ordered to fetch the prisoner, but are back in a moment; the prisoner has escaped!
Act II
Jack Point is now in a quandary. He has agreed to Elsie's marrying the imprisoned Fairfax because he was assured that Fairfax would die within the hour. Now that Fairfax has escaped Elsie is still a married woman, and Jack Point cannot himself marry her. He conceives a plan, however. With the dazzling bribe of a free schooling in the trade of a jester, he persuades Wilfred to help him in his scheme. They move off mysteriously. Meanwhile Fairfax has learned of the identity of the woman whom he married and resolves to woo her and thus test her fidelity. A shot from the tower sets everyone agog and an excited crowd quickly gathers. Wilfred and Point both appear with an air of importance. Wilfred asserts that he has had a desperate struggle with Colonel Fairfax, whom he discovered in a dark corner of the battlements. Fairfax, after a cunning twist, eluded Wilfred and dived into the river. Wilfred, however, was equal to the occasion and shot Fairfax with his arquebus as he swam in the Thames. All this Jack Point endorses most heartily. Elsie admits to the supposed Leonard Meryll that she loves him, when there is an interruption. A pardon for Fairfax has arrived, and simultaneously comes news that Fairfax is returning to claim his bride. Poor Elsie is distracted; she must follow Fairfax, though her heart is elsewhere. There is much musical analysis of love. Fairfax comes. Elsie comes forward with bowed head, lamenting her cruel fate. She looks up and with a start she sees that the "Leonard" she loves is none other than this detested Fairfax. With a cry of joy, she falls into his arms amid general rejoicing. Meanwhile, Dame Carruthers has forced Sergeant Meryll into a proposal, and Phœbe Meryll is promised in marriage to the uncouth Wilfred. The final scene is one of general gaiety. Only Jack Point is left without a mate and still singing the refrain "Heighdy, heighdy! Misery me, lackadaydee! . . . all for the love of a ladye!" as he falls insensible at the feet of the now happily united couple. |
