#favourite play

[creatingnikki]

Everything I think is mocked by everything I do.

Arms and the Man, Bernard Shaw

[billy-the-bard]

I did a tally and realised I have at least eight different productions/film versions of "Hamlet"...

[geamohr]

And since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days.

William Shakespeare – Richard III

[shakespeareandtheatre]

Shakespeare Society at my university are doing a performance of Henry V on Sunday...

1. HOW DID I NOT KNOW ABOUT THIS?!

2. I AM SO SO SO EXCITED!!

[shakespeareandtheatre]

In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility

- King Henry (Henry V, Act 3, Scene 1)

[shakespeareandtheatre]

Summer theatre update!

I may possibly be able to go to see Julius Caesar at the Globe followed by Henry V at The Rose this July!

[shakespeareandtheatre]

Henry V, Act 3, Scene 4

Katherine: Alice, tu as été en Angleterre, et tu bien parles le langage.

Alice: Un peu, madame.

Katherine: Je te prie, m'enseignez: il faut que j'apprene à parler. Comment appelez-vous la main en anglais?

Alice: La main? Elle est appeleé de hand.

Katherine: De hand. Et les doigts?

Alice: Les doigts? Ma foi, j'oublie les doigts, mais je me souviendrai. Les doigts? Je pense qu'ils sont appelés de fingres. Oui, de fingres.

Katherine: La main, de hand, les doigts, de fingres. Je pense que je suis le bon écolier. J'ai gagné deux mots d'anglais vitement. Comment appelez-vous les ongles?

Alice: Les ongles? Nous les appelons de nails.

Katherine: De nails. Écoutez, dites-moi, si je parle bien: de hand, de fingres, et de nails.

Alice: C'est bien dit, madame. Il est fort bon anglais.

[shakespeareandtheatre]

What’s he that wishes so? My cousin Westmorland? No, my fair cousin, If we are marked to die, we are enough To do our country loss, and if to live, The fewer men, the greater share of honour. God’s will, I pray thee, wish not one man more. By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost, It yearns me not if men my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires. But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive. No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England. God’s peace, I would not lose so great an honour As one man more, methinks, would share from me For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more. Rather proclaim it, Westmorland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart, his passport shall be made And crowns for convoy put into his purse: We would not die in that man’s company That fears his fellowship to die with us.- This day is called the feast of Crispian: He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tiptoe when this day is named, And rouse him at the name of Crispian. He that shall see this day, and live old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, And say, ‘Tomorrow is Saint Crispian.’ Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say, ‘These wounds I had on Crispin’s day.’ Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot, But he’ll remember with advantages What feats he did that day. Then shall our names, Familiar in his mouth as household words - Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter, Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester - Be in their flowing cups freshly rememberèd. This story shall the good man teach his son, And Crispin Crispian shall ne’er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be rememberèd; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers. For he today that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother, be he ne’er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition. And gentlemen in England now abed Shall think themselves accursed they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.

King Henry (Henry V, Act 4, Scene 3)