Gone to Earth

stage version

Helen Edmundson, Mary Webb, Helen Edmundson

• Publisher: Nick Hern Books
• Year: 2019
• Print ISBN: 9781854597915
• eBook ISBN: 9781788502207
• Topic: Literature
• Subtopic: British Drama
• Index: Literature

A vivid, emotional stage version of Mary Webb's novel of rural passion, premiered by Shared Experience Theatre Company.

Incorporating traditional dances and folk songs, Gone to Earth tells the story of Hazel, an innocent and free-spirited seventeen-year-old child of nature living in rural Shropshire. But when both the wicked squire and the altruistic minister fall in love with her, she is drawn into a world of earthly passions which threatens to destroy her – as simply and relentlessly as a Greek tragedy.

Helen Edmundson's stage adaptation of Mary Webb's 1917 novel Gone to Earth was first staged by Shared Experience on UK tour in 2004, including performances at the Lyric Hammersmith, London, from May 2004.

ACT ONE

Scene One

The DANCERS are HAZEL’s heartbeat. They are dressed neutrally, timelessly. In their positions on the stage, all facing front, they begin the dance which will always reflect HAZEL’s emotional state. It starts with small, contained movements of the feet, then begins to build. It is a heavy, woody sound.

Music.

Above all this we hear the screeches of a pig being slaughtered, loud, inescapable. The light is red.

A moment later, a man (ABEL) backs onto the stage. He has blood on his hands. He is pulling a young girl with wild auburn hair (HAZEL). She is fighting against him, beating and scratching him. He picks her up and tries to throw her aside, but she kicks and twists free and thumps her fists against him. They are shouting at each other, but the words can’t be heard above the screeches of the pig.

Suddenly HAZEL bites ABEL. ABEL grabs a rake, and hits HAZEL across the head with it. She drops to the floor, unconscious.

The DANCERS’ feet slow dramatically.

ABEL rushes off to see to the pig.

A minute later, HAZEL regains consciousness and raises herself up. There is blood pouring from the cut on her head. The pig is still screeching. She covers her ears and rocks to and fro in distress. Then she rises to her feet, unsteadily, and staggers off, away from the pig and her father. The DANCERS’ feet pick up the pace again.

ABEL comes back. The pig’s screeches are diminishing. He sees that HAZEL is not where he left her. He looks around and realises that she has gone. He calls in the direction she went:

ABEL. ’Azel! ’Azel! Go then! Freeze to death! What should I care?!

He turns and goes off in the direction of the pig, which screeches again.

I’m coming now, I’m coming. Abel’ll see you right.

Scene Two

A country road. Evening. Snow is falling. The wind is strong. The DANCERS’ feet are pounding. HAZEL comes staggering down the road. She cannot go on. She collapses onto the ground.

After a few moments, there comes the distant sound of horses’ hooves – staccato, like gunshots in the darkness. They grow nearer.

When the sound of the hooves seems almost on top of her, HAZEL raises herself up a little and stretches out a hand, before her head sinks down again. The horse draws to an abrupt halt and stamps in alarm.

The man on the horse (REDDIN) – well-dressed, strong-featured, half drunk – shouts down to her, his voice fighting the wind.

REDDIN. What the hell are you doing?

He struggles to steady his horse.

I could have run you down!

HAZEL raises her head and looks up at him. He sees her beautiful white face, and the blood.

My God!

He gets down and goes to her.

Where have you come from? Are you alone?

HAZEL nods. She tries to speak, but the words won’t come, she is too cold.

All right. You’d better come back with me.

He helps HAZEL to her feet.

I’ll get up, and then I’ll pull you up. Can you do that?

HAZEL nods.

REDDIN gets up on the horse and, after several attempts, manages to pull HAZEL up in front of him. They set off.

Scene Three

The hallway and drawing room of a very large, stone-built house. Night. The sound of dogs barking. REDDIN and HAZEL enter from the blizzard outside. REDDIN is cursing as he brushes the snow off his jacket. HAZEL stands, shivering, soaked to the skin. She takes in her strange, looming surroundings.

REDDIN (shouting). Sally!

HAZEL. What is this place?

REDDIN. Sally!

HAZEL. A castle.

REDDIN. No castle. This is my house. This is Undern Hall.

HAZEL. Undern. I’ve heard on it.

Pause. REDDIN considers her.

REDDIN. So you are from round here. I was starting to think you were some sort of sprite, fallen from a tree. Or else a poor mad creature escaped from the asylum. But you’re just a girl, aren’t you? A beautiful girl.

A woman enters. She has a red complexion and dishevelled hair (SALLY HAGGARD). She stops still when she sees HAZEL.

SALLY. What’s this?

REDDIN. This young lady has lost her way.

SALLY. And you found her. Must be her lucky night.

REDDIN. She has a bad cut on the side of her head. Bring a bandage and some water. And put something on it – some alcohol perhaps.

SALLY. If it’s alcohol it needs, I should just breathe on it, Sir. That’d do the trick.

REDDIN. Just do as I ask.

SALLY goes off. REDDIN walks into the drawing room, where there is a fire. He pours himself a drink and downs i quickly. He looks at HAZEL for a moment, then calls to her:

Come to the fire.

She does so. She is bewildered and ill at ease. He watches her.

Does it hurt?

She nods.

What’s your name?

HAZEL. ’Azel.

REDDIN. Hazel what?

She doesn’t reply.

Surely you’re not afraid to tell me your name? (No response.) Well, mine’s Reddin. Jack Reddin. And why you’re so dark about yours, I don’t know.

Pause.

What happened to you, Hazel no-name? Why were you out on the road on a night like this?

HAZEL. I ran away.

REDDIN. Ran away from where?

HAZEL. ’Ome, of course.

REDDIN. And who’s at home?

HAZEL. Father.

REDDIN. And why did you run away from your father?

HAZEL. Because he killed the pig.

Pause.

REDDIN. Because he killed the pig. Because . . . he killed . . . the pig.

He suddenly bursts out laughing. HAZEL is instantly incensed.

HAZEL. What’s to laugh at? I was fond on her. She was a good pig. We slept nights side by side when she was little. And he didn’t even kill her straight off. He hung her up and slit her veins, so he could collect the blood, he said. And she was screaming so. And I tried to stop him but I couldn’t. And I bit him but he hit me with the rake and ...

Table of contents

• Cover
• Title page
• Contents
• Original Production
• Dedication
• Introduction
• Characters
• Gone to Earth
• Music
• About the Author
• Copyright and Performing Rights Information