BA (Hons) Drama and Performance workshop
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Our workshop and interview day is an opportunity for you to get an idea of what is involved in our Drama and Performance course and to experience the way you would work in this area at the University of Portsmouth.
We believe that this is an important part of informing prospective students of our unique offer and so we require all applicants to participate in one of these afternoons before we will make an offer of a place.
If you are interested in studying Drama and Performance with us, please take note of the following guidance to prepare for the workshop:
- Familiarise yourself with the Doctor Faustus text below. You do not need to memorise the scenes, but we will expect you to have read this and be confident to use the text as a reminder only during the workshop
- Do a little library/Internet research around the text, and especially topics that arise from it
- Be prepared to talk about your research and what this might mean for an adaptation of the text in a devised performance
- Wear loose, comfortable clothing
- Let us know in advance of any accessibility issues that may affect your participation
- Be prepared to contribute to group work with other applicants to devise and create a short performance piece based on the enclosed
- Consider how you might use your voice, your body, the theatre space, and other performers as forms of expression
We will call you to a short interview during the afternoon in which we will:
- Give you an opportunity to explain why you are well suited to the study of Drama and Performance
- Briefly answer your specific questions about the course
Based on the A text, Excerpt from scene 7
Enter the SEVEN DEADLY SINS
What art thou, the first?
I am Pride: I disdain to have any parents. I am like to Ovid's flea, I can creep into every corner of a wench: sometimes like a periwig, I sit upon her brow; or like a fan of feathers, I kiss her lips. Indeed I do – what do I not! But fie, what a scent is here? I'll not speak another word, except the ground were perfumed and covered with cloth of arras.
What are thou, the second?
I am Covetousness, begotten of an old churl in an old leathern bag: and might I have my wish, I would desire that this house, and all the people in it, were turned to gold, that I might lock you up in my good chest. O my sweet gold!
What art thou, the third?
I am Wrath. I had neither father nor mother: I leaped out of a lion's mouth when I was scarce half an hour old, and ever since I have run up and down the world, with this case of rapiers, wounding myself when I had nobody to fight with. I was born in hell – and look to it, for some of you shall be my father.
What art thou, the fourth?
I am Envy, begotten of a chimney-sweeper, and an oyster-wife. I cannot read, and therefore wish all books were burnt; I am lean with seeing others eat – O that there would come a famine through all the world, that all might die, and I live alone; then thou should'st see how fat I would be! But must thou sit and I stand? Come down, with a vengeance.
Away, envious rascal! What art thou, the fifth?
Who, I sir? I am Gluttony. My parents are all dead, and the devil a penny they have left me but a bare pension, and that is thirty meals a day and ten bevers – a small trifle to suffice nature. O, I come of a royal parentage: my grandfather was a gammon of bacon, my grandmother a hogshead of claret wine; my godfathers were these: Peter Pickled-Herring, and Martin Martlemas-Beef. O, but my godmother! She was a jolly gentlewoman, and well-beloved in every good town and city; her name was Mistress Margery March-Beer. Now, Faustus, thou hast heard all my progeny; wilt thou bid me to supper?
Ho, I'll see thee hanged; thou wilt eat up all my victuals.
Then the devil choke thee!
Choke thyself, Glutton. What art thou, the sixth?
I am Sloth; I was begotten on a sunny bank, where I have lain ever since – and you have done me great injury to bring me from thence. Let me be carried thither again by Gluttony and Lechery. I'll not speak another word for a king's ransom.
What are you Mistress Minx, the seventh and last?
Who, I, sir? I am one that loves an inch of raw mutton better than an ell of fried stockfish; and the first letter of my name begins with Lechery.
Away! To hell, to hell!
Exeunt the [SEVEN DEADLY SINS]
Now Faustus, how dost thou like this?
O this feeds my soul.