Não falamos aqui sobre sexo ou mentiras, mas video-tape. Mais especificamente, sobre a maior história escrita por um ser humano: Rei Lear.
O caro todavia ignorante leitor pensará que tratamos de versão cinematográfica da obra de William Shakespeare. Não. Louvamos, isto sim, o Rei Lear de Nahum Tate, que o reescreveu de forma primorosa lá pelos idos de 1681. Brilhante, estupendo, inigualável.
Sim, há inúmeros erros gramaticais e de consistência interna, mas isso é uma das características do gênio. E que desenlace para a trama: Lear sobrevive de forma triunfal, e a orgulhosa Cordelia se casa com Edgar, vivendo felizes para sempre.
E ainda há tolos que afirmem uma versão jamais superar o original... pois eu aguardo ansiosamente que vertam Nahum Tate a pornochanchada.
Pra quem desconhece esta grande obra, maior até que a Madeira Mamoré, que foi por 150 anos encenada em detrimento da original, o desfecho:
Glost.
My pious Son, more dear than my lost Eyes.
Lear.
I wrong'd Him too, but here's the fair Amends.
Edg.
Your leave, my Liege, for an unwelcome Message.
Edmund (but that 's a Triflle) is expir'd;
What more will touch you, your imperious Daughters
Gonerill and haughty Regan, both are Dead, [420]
Each by the other poison'd at a Banquet;
This, Dying, they confest.
Cord.
O fatal Period of ill-govern'd Life!
Lear.
Ingratefull as they were, my Heart feels yet
A Pang of Nature for their wretched Fall; —
But, Edgar, I defer thy Joys too long:
Thou serv'dst distrest Cordelia; take her Crown'd:
Th' imperial Grace fresh Blooming on her Brow;
Nay, Gloster, Thou hast here a Father's Right;
Thy helping Hand t' heap Blessings on their Head. [430]
Kent.
Old Kent throws in his hearty Wishes too.
Edg.
The Gods and You too largely recompence
What I have done; the Gift strikes Merit Dumb.
Cord.
Nor do I blush to own my Self o'er-paid
For all my Suffrings past.
Glost.
Now, gentle Gods, give Gloster his Discharge.
Lear.
No, Gloster, Thou hast Business yet for Life;
Thou, Kent and I, retir'd to some cool Cell
Will gently pass our short reserves of Time
In calm Reflections on our Fortunes past, [440]
Cheer'd with relation of the prosperous Reign
Of this celestial Pair; Thus our Remains
Shall in an even Course of Thought be past,
Enjoy the present Hour, nor fear the Last.
Edg.
Our drooping Country now erects her Head,
Peace spreads her balmy Wings, and Plenty Blooms.
Divine Cordelia, all the Gods can witness
How much thy Love to Empire I prefer!
Thy bright Example shall convince the World
(Whatever Storms of Fortune are decreed) [450]
That Truth and Vertue shall at last succeed.
FINIS
Posted by mozart at August 3, 2005 1:31 PM