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Fat Pig

by Neil LaBute

Tom´s new girlfriend is attractive, sexy - and overweight. How will his friends react to her?

A new play by the American author Neil LaBute, exploring our perceptions and prejudices.

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Hamlet’s father has died under mysterious circumstances. His mother has remarried within a few weeks. When Hamlet meets his dead father’s ghost, he learns that his mother’s new husband is his father’s murderer. But can he trust a ghost?
Caught between his hatred of his new step-father and his love for his mother, Hamlet starts to lose his grip on reality. The only people he can truly trust are the Players – a troupe of actors whose art consists of performing scenes that are not real.

White Horse Theatre’s abridgement of this fascinating play focuses on the character of Hamlet, and on the uncanny modernity of ist story of a young man, disorientated and sensitive, struggling to find meaning in a world where all is sham and deception.

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Extract from the script 'Hamlet'

Hamlet:

To be, or not to be that is the question;
Wether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune;
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them? To die, to sleep –
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heartaches and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished...

Jane Eyre

by Peter Griffith

based on a novel by Charlotte Brontë

After years of being bullied and victimised, Jane begins her first job, and falls in love with her employer. But can she trust him? And what are the terrifying screams coming from the attic?

A new dramatisation of Charlotte Brontë´s masterpiece, to celebrate the 200th anniversary of the famous author´s birth.

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Extract from the script 'Jane Eyre'

Grace:	Good morning Miss Eyre.
Jane:	Good morning Mrs Poole – er... Mrs Poole -
Grace:	Yes, miss?
Jane:	Last night's accident - did Mr Rochester wake nobody? Did no-one hear anything?
Grace:	Not that I've heard of. The other servants sleep so far off, miss, that they wouldn't have heard anything. Mrs Fairfax's room and yours are nearest to the master's. Mrs Fairfax says she heard nothing. Did you hear any noise?
Jane:	Yes – I heard someone laughing.
Grace:	Laughing, miss? It would hardly likely to be the master, would it, miss? Not when he was in danger. Perhaps you dreamed it.
Jane:	It was no dream, Mrs Poole.
Grace:	No miss? You didn't think to open the door and look out on the gallery?
Jane:	I did but there was no-one there.
Grace:	You might do better to keep it shut, miss, and bolted. We've never had any robbers in as yet – It's a quiet enough neighbourhood as any – but there's always a first time for everything. Now, it's time for the servants' breakfast. I've got my pint of porter and a bit of pudding – I'll take them up to my sewing-room. I shan't want for more.