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CRUSOE

PLAYS by KEITH JOHNSTONE

“Many people find my adult plays disturbing but isn’t the whole universe disturbing? Anyway, be warned. And I apologise for not being about to write more comfortable plays. Here are extracts from a few of the ones I like.”

~ Keith Johnstone

 

CHILDREN’S PLAYS

Frog Wife

 

FULL-LENGTH PLAYS

Crusoe

Moby Dick

The Last Bird
The Cord 

They Came by Night

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SHORT (TILT) PLAYS

Geronimo
I Want to Get Into You
Marg

The Invitation

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Additional plays and other writings are available through Keith Johnstone Workshops Inc. and/or in the Keith Johnstone Papers at Stanford University Archives. If you are interested in acquiring and/or producing a Keith Johnstone play or publishing literary content (including artwork) created by Keith, please contact Keith's literary executor.

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An excerpt from the play by Keith Johnstone.

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(The opening speech)

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Crusoe (PLEASED WITH HIMSELF) My name is Crusoe - Robinson Crusoe -

and this is the island on which I was shipwrecked by Mr. Daniel Defoe

in the book which is a landmark in the history of the English Novel.

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I'm quite self-supporting here. I grow my own food, and I dress

myself in the skins of the animals that I kill. And of course I fish

in the sea surrounding the island - that's where you are!

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This is my parrot that I have taught to speak: (TALKS LIKE

VENTRILOQUIST) "Polly wants a cracker! Polly wants a cracker!" - and

you see me now on the famous day when I discover the footprint in the

sand. (HE WAITS) I should be seeing it any moment now in fact!

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FRIDAY RUNS IN, SEES AUDIENCE, PLONKS FOOT DOWN IN FRONT OF CRUSOE,

RUNS OFF AGAIN. MAYBE HE PEEPS AROUND EDGE OF THE FALSE PROSCENIUM AS

CRUSOE CONTINUES

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Great heavens! There it is! The water still oozing into it! Am I

dreaming? Can it be my own? (CHECKS SIZE AGAINST OWN). No....Ah! I

hear a cry!

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Friday (OFF-STAGE) Ahhh!

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Crusoe Stealthily I crawl to the top of a dune and part the branches

of a small bush. (MIMES THIS. MAYBE HE PICKS UP A BRANCH TO PEER

THROUGH?). Oh! Dreadful sight! A pack of cannibals have got a prisoner

in a pot and the Cook is seasoning him! Seized by an overwhelming

revolution, I sight my musket, and fire! Reloading with extraordinary

rapidity.....

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HE CLEANS THE 'GUN', POURS IN POWDER FROM A BABY POWDER-TIN, MIMES

PUTTING IN THE BULLET, USES RAM-ROD TO PRESS IT HOME, ETC.; ALL THIS

DONE AS QUICKLY AS POSSIBLE, I.E. FRANTICALLY, WHICH TAKES QUITE A

WHILE

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.......I discharge again. And by exposing myself on the sky-line,

(THRUSTS PELVIS FORWARDS) I put them to flight.

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