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So - there's this white King, or Governor, or OAB Chairman - whoever - who is madly, secretly in love with this notable beauty of the Swedish/Versailles/New England/East Berkshire Court, who happens to be married to the Main Man's Swedish/possibly Creole chief adviser/secretary who - horribile dictu - finds all this out, and who then joins the assassination plot of the universal legion of seedy malcontents who are always contriving ways of toppling the top man. Throw into this heady brew a travesty page/assistant-cum-fool figure who has some unspecified relationship and/or interest in the arcane practices of a possibly black witch/fortune teller/brothel-keeper who foresees the whole sorry debacle, and advises magic herbs fertilised with the sperm of executed criminals hung from the city gallows as a solution to all fatal longings and desires. And... Well there's a lot more singing and dancing where that came from, but you have to be there, really. Seeing is believing, or suspending your disbelieving, as they say in Wokingham……..
It's Verdi at Bearwood - with tunes to die for, a plot to cry for, a setting to long for, and a summer to pray for.
Come see. You know it makes sense.
Tim Brierley Producer
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