- $19.50 for one ticket to Camelot (up to a $39 value)
- Where: Mt. Gretna Playhouse
- Seating: regular seating section
- Ticket values include all fees.
- Click here to view the seating chart.
Dates and Times
- Friday, June 27 at 7:30 p.m.
- Saturday, June28 at 7:30 p.m.
- Door time: 7 p.m.
King Arthur, Queen Guinevere, and Sir Lancelot. Their legend is forever etched in fantasy buffs’ collective consciousness, but it was T.H. White’s 1958 novel The Once and Future King that bequeathed the eternal three an elusive quality so rare in myth: humanity. Camelot, Lerner and Loewe’s Tony Award–winning musical from 1960, sets the story to a sweeping score without watering down the subtle, interdependent mixture of ineffable joy and fathomless sorrow that made the novel so affecting.
As the curtain lifts, Arthur and Guinevere separately mull over their shared reluctance to enter into an arranged marriage, as Arthur confesses in the song “I Wonder What the King Is Doing Tonight.” Thanks to a brief case of mistaken identity, the two find themselves falling in love, to the delight of Arthur’s mentor, Merlyn. The wizard, who remembers the future instead of the past, knows his time with the young king is growing short but can’t be certain Arthur has been properly warned of the troubles that will accompany his reign. That trouble makes its first appearance in the arrival of Lancelot (“C’est Moi”), a brash and bragging knight who makes more enemies than he should by living up to his boastfulness. Over time, the Frenchman becomes Arthur’s best friend and truest knight, and simultaneously kindles a passion with his liege’s bride, unknowingly sowing the seeds of Camelot’s downfall. The three might have lived out their lives in ignorant bliss but for the machinations of Arthur’s illegitimate son, Mordred, who scorns his father’s philosophy of might-for-right (“Fie on Goodness”) and covets the throne, having been consigned to a life in an adult-sized highchair.
Only the trees remember a time when there wasn’t a theater at 200 Pennsylvania Avenue, and, except for that creepy one, they aren’t talking. Built in 1892 as part of the American Chautauqua movement, the playhouse became a local theater company in 1927 and has been staging summer productions ever since—with the exception of one year. In 1994, a brutal winter buried the theater beneath roughly 150 tons of snow, causing the roof to collapse on February 12. Within two days, though, the company had plans to host their shows under a massive tent until a new stage opened in the summer of 1995, proving that Gretna knows the show must always go on.