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Post by Dellarigg on Jul 4, 2021 10:43:14 GMT -5
Maria Callas as Lady Macbeth, 1952. From Verdi's Macbeth.  |
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Post by Roy Batty's Pet Dove on Jul 4, 2021 20:11:02 GMT -5
For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground
And tell sad stories of the death of kings;
How some have been deposed; some slain in war,
Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed;
Some poison'd by their wives: some sleeping kill'd;
All murder'd: for within the hollow crown
That rounds the mortal temples of a king
Keeps Death his court and there the antic sits,
Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp,
Allowing him a breath, a little scene,
To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks,
Infusing him with self and vain conceit,
As if this flesh which walls about our life,
Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus
Comes at the last and with a little pin
Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king!
-Richard II
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Post by MyNameIsNoneOfYourGoddamnBusin on Jul 7, 2021 11:42:52 GMT -5
Stage direction: (Exit, pursued by a bear)
"Winter's Tale"
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Post by Dellarigg on Jul 8, 2021 5:17:18 GMT -5
Foolish curs, that run winking into the mouth of a Russian bear and have their heads crushed like rotten apples. You may as well say, that’s a valiant flea that dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion.
- Henry V
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Post by Dellarigg on Jul 8, 2021 6:19:12 GMT -5
Falstaff With A Sword, Wine Jug, And Glass, Eduard von Grutzner
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Post by Dellarigg on Jul 8, 2021 9:47:53 GMT -5
Do you set down your name in the scroll of youth, that are written down old with all the characters of age? Have you not a moist eye, a dry hand, a yellow cheek, a white beard, a decreasing leg, an increasing belly? Is not your voice broken, your wind short, your chin double, your wit single, and every part about you blasted with antiquity, and will you yet call yourself young? Fie, fie, fie, Sir John!
- Henry IV, Pt. II
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Post by Dellarigg on Jul 10, 2021 11:42:14 GMT -5
A comparison between the modern version of Macbeth: The raven himself is hoarse
That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
Under my battlements. Come, you spirits
That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here
And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full
Of direst cruelty. Make thick my blood,
Stop up th'access and passage to remorse
That no compunctious visitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose nor keep peace between
Th'effect and it. Come to my woman's breasts
And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers,
Wherever in your sightless substances
You wait on nature's mischief. Come, thick night,
And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell
That my keen knife see not the wound it makes,
Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark
To cry, "Hold, hold."... and the original spelling version: The Rauen himselfe is hoarse,
That croakes the fatall entrance of Duncan
Vnder my Battlements. Come you Spirits,
That tend on mortall thoughts, vnsex me here,
And fill me from the Crowne to the Toe, top-full
Of direst Crueltie: make thick my blood,
Stop vp th'accesse, and passage to Remorse,
That no compunctious visitings of Nature
Shake my fell purpose, nor keepe peace betweene
Th'effect, and hit. Come to my Womans Brests,
And take my Milke for Gall, you murth'ring Ministers,
Where-euer, in your sightlesse substances,
You wait on Natures Mischiefe. Come thick Night,
And pall thee in the dunnest smoake of Hell,
That my keene Knife see not the Wound it makes,
Nor Heauen peepe through the Blanket of the darke,
To cry, hold, hold.
I much prefer 'smoake' to smoke' and 'darke' to dark'.
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Post by Dellarigg on Jul 14, 2021 5:42:10 GMT -5
I would have broke mine eye-strings, crack'd them, but
To look upon him, till the diminution
Of space had pointed him as sharp as my needle;
Nay, follow'd him, till he had melted from
The smallness of a gnat to air; and then
Have turned mine eye, and wept.
- Cymbeline
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Post by Dellarigg on Jul 18, 2021 10:15:56 GMT -5
Imogen, by Thomas Gaugain. (Some editors of Cymbeline think Imogen is a misprint for Innogen.) 
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Post by Dellarigg on Jul 18, 2021 10:18:16 GMT -5
Laurence Olivier and Vivien Leigh in Macbeth, 1955.  |
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Post by Dellarigg on Jul 21, 2021 10:24:47 GMT -5
My gentle Pucke come hither: thou remembrest
Since once I sat vpon a promontory,
And heard a Mearemaide, on a Dolphins backe,
Vttering such dulcet and hermonious breath,
That the rude sea grewe ciuill at her song,
And certaine starres shot madly from their Spheares,
To heare the Sea-maids musicke.
- A Midsommer Nights Dreame
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Post by Dellarigg on Jul 25, 2021 4:58:30 GMT -5
Romeo and Juliet, Frank Bernard Dicksee. 
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Post by pantsgoblin on Jul 28, 2021 9:22:14 GMT -5
After getting skunked last year, I'll be attending the Oregon Shakespeare Festival in Ashland this September. Looking forward to visiting Oberon's, which is in the style of an Elizabethan grog house.  |
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Post by Dellarigg on Jul 29, 2021 5:54:35 GMT -5
Say that vpon the altar of her beauty
You sacrifice your teares, your sighes, your heart:
Write till your inke be dry: and with your teares
Moist it againe: and frame some feeling line,
That may discouer such integrity:
For Orpheus Lute, was strung with Poets sinewes,
Whose golden touch could soften steele and stones;
Make Tygers tame, and huge Leuiathans
Forsake vnsounded deepes, to dance on Sands.
- The Two Gentlemen of Verona
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Post by songstarliner on Jul 31, 2021 0:59:34 GMT -5
Through tattered clothes great vices do appear;
Robes and furred gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold,
And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks.
Arm it in rags, a pigmy’s straw does pierce it.
None does offend - none I say, none. I'll able 'em.
Take that of me, my friend, who have the power
To seal th' accuser's lips. Get thee glass eyes,
And like a scurvy politician seem to see things thou dost not.
- King Lear
the more things change, the more they stay the same
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Post by Dellarigg on Aug 1, 2021 10:11:53 GMT -5
King Lear, George Frederick Bensell
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Post by Dellarigg on Aug 6, 2021 4:48:34 GMT -5
Anita Louise as Titania in the 1935 film of A Midsummer Night's Dream.  |
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Post by Dellarigg on Aug 7, 2021 11:42:28 GMT -5
Why, then, the world's mine oyster, which I with sword will open.
- The Merry Wives of Windsor
(First time that phrase was used.)
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Post by Dellarigg on Aug 14, 2021 11:57:14 GMT -5
TUBAL: One of them showed me a ring that he had of your daughter for a monkey.
SHYLOCK: Out upon her! Thou torturest me, Tubal. It was my turquoise. I had it of Leah when I was a bachelor. I would not have given it for a wilderness of monkeys.
- The Merchant of Venice
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Post by Dellarigg on Aug 15, 2021 8:14:52 GMT -5
Why that's the Lady, all the world desires her:
From the foure corners of the earth they come
To kisse this shrine, this mortall breathing Saint.
The Hircanion deserts, and the vaste wildes
Of wide Arabia are as throughfares now
For Princes to come view faire Portia.
The waterie Kingdome, whose ambitious head
Spets in the face of heauen, is no barre
To stop the forraine spirits, but they come
As ore a brooke to see faire Portia.
- The Merchant of Venice
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Post by Dellarigg on Aug 15, 2021 8:22:36 GMT -5
Portia, John Everett Millais
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Post by Dellarigg on Aug 16, 2021 11:14:14 GMT -5
The man that hath no music in himself,
Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils;
The motions of his spirit are dull as night,
And his affections dark as Erebus.
Let no such man be trusted.
- The Merchant of Venice
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Post by Dellarigg on Aug 22, 2021 12:13:57 GMT -5
The tyrannous and bloody act is done,
The most arch deed of piteous massacre
That ever yet this land was guilty of.
Dighton and Forrest, whom I did suborn
To do this piece of ruthless butchery,
Albeit they were fleshed villains, bloody dogs,
Melted with tenderness and mild compassion,
Wept like two children in their deaths' sad story.
- Richard III
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Post by Dellarigg on Aug 24, 2021 15:02:08 GMT -5
Drummer, strike up, and let us march away.
- Henry VI, Part III
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Post by Dellarigg on Sept 4, 2021 11:32:27 GMT -5
Why, love forswore me in my mother's womb:
And, for I should not deal in her soft laws,
She did corrupt frail nature with some bribe,
To shrink mine arm up like a wither'd shrub;
To make an envious mountain on my back,
Where sits deformity to mock my body;
To shape my legs of an unequal size;
To disproportion me in every part,
Like to a chaos, or an unlick'd bear-whelp
That carries no impression like the dam.
- Henry VI, Part III
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Post by Dellarigg on Sept 4, 2021 11:39:19 GMT -5
Olivier again, this time in the film of Richard III |
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Post by Dellarigg on Oct 2, 2021 11:41:54 GMT -5
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Post by Dellarigg on Oct 9, 2021 7:17:41 GMT -5
' ... we, the poorer born,
Whose baser stars do shut us up in our wishes ...'
- All's Well That Ends Well
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Post by Dellarigg on Nov 20, 2021 13:11:47 GMT -5
Charlotte Cushman as Romeo. One of the most famous actresses of her day (America in the mid-1800s), though largely forgotten now. She came to prominence in a time when Romeo was considered a difficult part for male actors to play, due to his boyish 'effeminacy'.  |
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Post by Dellarigg on Jan 24, 2022 17:28:27 GMT -5
That England, that was wont to conquer others
Hath made a shamefull conquest of it selfe.
- Richard II
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