Saturday, July 14, 2012
'Tis but a Scratch!
"Romeo mi ha ferito colla sua spada!"
I explained to my Italian mom that on our opening night, during our swordfight, the actor playing Romeo actually wounded me with his sword. We fight with rapiers and a dagger, and he got me in the thigh.
For a split second, I assessed the sensation in my leg. Did his blade go in deeply? Bleeding? Stitches? Should I call "hold?" It felt like a nasty cut, but I didn't feel blood running down my leg. Not a very long fight. So I got on with it, finished the scene, and once my Tybalt's corpse was carried offstage I pulled off my boots and tights to assess the damage.
Nasty cut. An authentic dueling scar for me.
I went out to the aperitivo concession and asked for disinfectant. Giovanni, who works for the Corsini family and always exudes an air of quiet competence, produced a bottle and some cotton within a minute.
The following morning, my Italian mom's eyes popped out when I told her of my injury, and she asked to see the wound. I pulled up my trouser leg and showed her the cut -- still painful looking but healing nicely. She nodded and immediately poured me a glass of red wine. This was at breakfast.
[Image: Your humble correspondent rehearsing a fight with rapier and dagger. In the background is Charlie Jones, a young actor from the UK playing Romeo.]