COPIONE GREASE PDF
GREASE. JACOBS Jim e CASEY Warren. DANNY John Travolta DANCERS. SANDY Olivia Newton-John Barbi Alison (MIDGE). RIZZO Stockard Channing. Meanwhile, the Burger Palace Boys are busy stealing hubcaps and teasing Kenickie about his new (used) car (Greased Lightning). Danny sees Sandy again . Vai all’autore JACOBS Jim e CASEY Warren e trovi il copione sia in italiano che in inglese. could you give me, please, the plot of the musical ‘grease’?.
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Second Witch When the hurlyburly’s done, When the battle’s lost and won. Third Witch That will be ere the set of sun. First Witch Where the place? Second Witch Upon the heath. Third Witch There to meet with Macbeth. First Witch I come, Greasf
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Second Witch Paddock calls. ALL Fair is foul, and foul is fair: Hover through the fog and filthy air. He can report, As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt The newest state. Say to the king the knowledge of the broil As thou didst leave it. Sergeant Doubtful colione stood; As two spent swimmers, that do cling together And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald– Worthy to be a rebel, for to that The multiplying villanies of nature Do swarm upon him–from the western isles Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied; And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling, Show’d like a rebel’s whore: For brave Macbeth–well he deserves that name– Disdaining fortune, with his brandish’d steel, Which smoked with bloody execution, Like valour’s minion carved out copion passage Till he faced the slave; Which ne’er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him, Till he unseam’d him from the nave to the chaps, And fix’d his head upon our battlements.
Sergeant As whence the sun ‘gins his reflection Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break, So from that spring whence comfort seem’d to come Discomfort swells.
Mark, king of Scotland, mark: No sooner justice had with valour arm’d Compell’d these skipping kerns to trust their heels, But the Norweyan lord surveying vantage, With furbish’d arms and new supplies of men Began a fresh assault. Sergeant Yes; As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion.
If I say sooth, I must report they were As cannons overcharged with double cracks, so they Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe: Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds, Or memorise another Golgotha, I cannot tell.
But I am faint, my gashes cry for help. Go get him surgeons. Enter the three Witches First Witch Where hast thou been, sister?
Second Witch Killing swine. Third Witch Sister, where thou? First Witch A sailor’s wife had chestnuts in her lap, And munch’d, and munch’d, and munch’d: Her husband’s to Aleppo gone, master o’ the Tiger: Second Witch I’ll give thee a wind. First Witch Thou’rt kind. Third Witch And I another. First Witch I myself have all the other, And the very ports they blow, All the quarters that they know I’ the shipman’s card. I will drain him dry as hay: Sleep shall neither night nor day Hang upon his pent-house lid; He shall live a man forbid: Weary se’nnights nine times nine Shall he dwindle, peak and pine: Though his bark cannot be lost, Yet it shall be tempest-tost.
Look what I have. Second Witch Show me, show me.
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First Witch Here I have a pilot’s thumb, Wreck’d as homeward he did come. Are not Those in commission yet return’d?
But I have spoke With one that saw him die: He was a gentleman on whom I built Copionw absolute trust. When I burned in desire to question them further, they made themselves air, into which they vanished. Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came missives from the king, who all-hailed me ‘Thane of Cawdor;’ by which title, before, these weird sisters saluted me, and referred me to the coming on of time, with ‘Hail, king that shalt be!
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Lay it to thy heart, and farewell. Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed, The air is delicate. Enter a Sewer, and divers Servants with dishes and service, and pass over the stage. But in these cases We still have judgment here; that we but teach Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return To plague the inventor: He’s here in double trust; First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.
Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off; And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven’s cherubim, horsed Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.
I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o’erleaps itself And falls on the other. Court of Macbeth’s castle. There’s husbandry in heaven; Their candles are all out. Take thee that too. A heavy summons lies like lead upon me, And yet I would not sleep: It was the owl that shriek’d, the fatal bellman, Which gives the stern’st good-night. He is about it: The doors are open; and the surfeited grooms Do mock their charge with snores: I have drugg’d their possets, That death and nature do contend about them, Whether they live or die.
The attempt and not the deed Confounds us. I laid their daggers ready; He could not miss ’em.
Had he not resembled My father as he slept, I had done’t. Enter a Porter Porter Here’s a knocking indeed! If a man were porter of hell-gate, he should have old turning the key. Within the volume of which time I have seen Hours dreadful and things strange; but this sore night Hath trifled former knowings. Is’t night’s predominance, or the day’s shame, That darkness does the face of earth entomb, When living light should kiss it?
Old Man ‘Tis unnatural, Even like the deed that’s done. On Tuesday last, A falcon, towering in her pride of place, Was by a mousing owl hawk’d at and kill’d. ROSS And Duncan’s horses–a thing most strange and certain– Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race, Turn’d wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out, Contending ‘gainst obedience, as they would make War with mankind.
Old Man ‘Tis said they eat each other. Here comes the good Macduff. If there come truth from them– As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine– Why, by the grrase on thee made good, May they not be my oracles as well, And set me up in hope? Servant Ay, madam, but returns again to-night. Servant Madam, I will. Enter three Murderers First Murderer But who did bid thee join with us?
Second Murderer He needs not our mistrust, since he delivers Our offices and what we have to do To the direction just. First Murderer Then stand with us. The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day: Now spurs the lated traveller apace To gain the timely inn; and near approaches The subject of our watch.
Second Murderer Then ’tis copilne First Murderer His horses go about. Third Murderer Almost a mile: Second Murderer A light, a light! Lords Thanks to copuone majesty. Our hostess keeps her state, but in best time We will require her welcome.
First Murderer appears at the door. How did you dare To trade and traffic with Macbeth In riddles and affairs of death; And I, the mistress of your charms, The close contriver of all harms, Was never call’d to bear my yrease, Or show the glory of our art?
And, which is worse, all you have done Hath been but for a wayward son, Spiteful and wrathful, who, as others do, Loves for his own ends, not for you. But make amends now: Your vessels and your spells provide, Your charms and every thing beside. I am for the air; this night I’ll spend Unto a dismal and a fatal end: Great business must be wrought ere gfease Upon the corner of the moon There hangs a vaporous drop profound; I’ll catch it ere it come to ground: And that distill’d by magic sleights Shall raise such artificial sprites As by the strength of their illusion Shall draw him on to his confusion: He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear He hopes ‘bove wisdom, grace and fear: And you all know, security Is mortals’ chiefest enemy.
Music and a song within: The gracious Duncan Was pitied of Macbeth: And the right-valiant Banquo walk’d too late; Whom, you may say, if’t please you, Fleance kill’d, For Fleance fled: Who cannot want the thought how monstrous It was for Malcolm and for Donalbain To kill their gracious father?