"The music ability was insane." *

The music for On the Road to Verona was created and performed by the ensemble cast.
Most of the lyrics are adapted from Shakespeare’s texts.

 
THE MUSIC!!!” *

Sur la Route              (Instrumental)
(The Troupe arrives “on the road” —
somewhere between nowhere and someplace else)

On the Road to Verona
Two men, yeigh-high in Verona’s path.
Valentine pursuing wealth, without looking back.
Proteus pursues his love, staying for dear Julia.
Here begins our story
On the road to Verona.

I’ll make a secret plan to dress up as a man.
I’ll banish you to a far of distance land.
Valentine and Silvia, Proteus and Julia.
Here begins our story
On the road to Verona

Before we’re through I’ll fall in love with you.
We’ll meet a friar for a secret rendezvous.
I’ll probably fake my death.
Our star-crossed fortune’s set.
Here begins our story
On the road to Verona.

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"We would love to have the soundtrack!" *
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Love Is Not Love
(Julia and Proteus write letters revealing their love)

To be in love, scorn is bought with groans.
Coy looks with heart sore sighs.
One fading moment's mirth
With twenty watchful weary tedious nights.
Love is not Love unless it shows.
Love is not love least let men know.

Write till your Ink be dry.
You sacrifice your tears, your heart, your sighs.
As true love should do, it cannot speak.
For truth hath better deeds when words are weak.
If happily won a hapless gain.
If lost, why, then a grievous pain

Here is my hand for my true constancy
And when that hour in day o’er-slips me
Then should I be filled and racked with shame
When the hour comes when I sigh not your name.
Torment me for love's forgetfulness
And seal it with this Holy kiss

 

Naked Name of Love
(Despite protests of perpetual bachelorhood,
Valentine falls for Silvia)

With bitter fasts,
With nightly tears,
Love’s a mighty lord.
And daily heart sore sighs in my contempt of love
Hath chased the sleep from my enthralled eyes.

And made them watchers of mine heart’s own sorrow,
On the back of Cupid’s wings I borrow.
Now I can break my fast and dine and sup and sleep
Upon the very naked name of love.

She’s the root of a summer swelling flower
And make rough winter hours sweet.
Forgive me, I do not dream on thee
For love is full of Jealousy.
Is full of Jealousy.

And made them watchers of mine heart’s own sorrow,
On the back of Cupid’s wings I borrow.
Now I can break my fast and dine and sup and sleep
Upon the very naked name of love.

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"Beautiful songs and music." *
 
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One Heat Expels Another
(Proteus inexplicably betrays Julia and Valentine and falls in love with Silvia)

One heat expels another,
One nail drives out the other,
Remembrance of my former love.
My new love’s quiet forgotten.
My false transgression makes my reason reasonless.

My love is thawed.
My zeal to Valentine is cold, to Valentine is cold.
I love him not as I wont,
But love his lady too, too much.

If I can check my erring love, I will,
If not to compass her
I will use my skill.

To Silvia
(Proteus hires dressed-as-a-man Julia
to woo Silvia, ostensibly on behalf of the
Duke’s Thurio, but really for himself.)

Holy fair, and wise is she,
Heaven’s grace did lend her
As she might admired be
That all our swains commend her.

Upon the dull earth dwelling,
To her let us garlands bring.
Is she kind as she is fair?
To Silva let us sing.

For beauty lives with kindness.
Love doth her eyes repair
To help him of his blindness
And being help’d inhabits there.

Upon the dull earth dwelling,
To her let us garlands bring.
Is she kind as she is fair
To Silva let us sing.

 
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Don’t Turn Around
(All the characters end up in the scary woods)

Twigs snap,
Leaves rustle.
What’s that sound?
Don’t turn around.

Can’t find our way.
We’re being watched.
Will we be found?
Don’t turn around.

I’m hearing voices.
Where’d they all go?
They all sunk down.
Don’t turn around

Outlaw’s Song
(A band of outlaws in the woods give their stories—
and seek an authority figure to be their king)

Know that some of us are gentleman
Thrust from the company of awful men,
But if you listen close to the reason why we came,
Judge for yourself if we’re the ones
To blame.

(Chorus):    We’re stuck in the woods,
not a bad place to be.
It’s an honorable kind of thievery
(Audience):     Tra la la Tra la dee
Tra la la Tra la dee
Tra la la
Tra la la
Tra la dee! 

I was in love with a Capulet girl, you see,
But her father did not quite approve of me.
I killed her cousin,
But they’ve killed a dozen
Of Montagues just like me.

 
   

 

 

(Audience):   Tra la la Tra la dee
Tra la la Tra la dee
Tra la la
Tra la la
Tra la dee! 

The king of Denmark I was meant to be
Till my uncle took that away from me.
I pretended to be mad
And killed Ophelia’s dad
And was promptly sent to sea.

(Audience):    Tra la la Tra la dee
Tra la la Tra la dee
Tra la la
Tra la la
Tra la dee! 

We have a proposition.
(Eberhard:  What’s your name?
Valentine:  Valentine.)
Valentine, please listen.

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Here’s your choice, Valentine,
Be our king or die.

Valentine: I’m stuck in the woods.
This is a bad key for me.
Eberhard: It’s an honorable king of thievery
Valentine : So . . .
Outlaws: Soooo?
Valentine: So, I’ll be king, I’ll be king,
I’ll be king, I’ll be king,
I’ll be king of the honorable thieves.

Outlaws: He’ll be king, he’ll be king,
He’ll be king, he’ll be king,
He’ll be king of the honorable thieves.

(Audience):     Tra la la Tra la dee
Tra la la Tra la dee
Tra la la
Tra la la
Tra la dee!

I’ll Woo Thee Like a Soldier    (Instrumental underscore)
(Proteus, finally rebuffed by Silvia, declares that he’ll woo her, “like a soldier, against the nature of love—by force.”)

Then I Am Paid         (Instrumental underscore)
(Valentine confronts Proteus, whose contrition moves Valentine to forgiveness.)

Grace by Folly
(Spoiler: The Duke sets all things right.
Forgiveness, happy endings, weddings.)

Once more, dear friends, unto the feast, once more. 
Let us take hold of this boundless store.
Teach me some sweet sonnet
For music be the food of love. 
It is too boisterous, too loud, too rough. 

And what needful else that calls us by grace, 
We will perform in measure time and place. 
Thou hast prevailed, I pardon them and thee
With triumph with mirth and rare solemnity. 

These things now as a dream appear. 
I cannot truly say how I came here. 
Grace by folly, this is our new law. 
Here begins our story: On the Road to Verona

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* Don’t take our word for it.

All the quotations on these pages are excerpted from unsolicited comments from theatre-goers who are active in the Minneapolis theatre world comparing On the Road to Verona with the entire spectrum of 168 different Fringe Festival performances.
(For all these excerpts in one place, click hereAnd a link to the unexcerpted reviews—including, of course (alas), those that are less glowing than these we have cheekily quoted, on these pages: http://www.fringefestival.org/show/?id=20160990.)