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Post by Dellarigg on Feb 5, 2022 14:22:11 GMT -5
A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind,
A lover's ear will hear the lowest sound,
When the suspicious head of theft is stopped.
Love's feeling is more soft and sensible
Than are the tender horns of cockled snails.
Love's tongue proves dainty Bacchus gross in taste.
For valour, is not Love a Hercules,
Still climbing trees in the Hesperides?
Subtle as Sphinx; as sweet and musical
As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair.
And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods
Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony
- Love’s Labour's Lost
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Post by Dellarigg on Feb 6, 2022 6:12:16 GMT -5
'Fondling,' she saith, 'since I have hemm'd thee here
Within the circuit of this ivory pale,
I'll be a park, and thou shalt be my deer;
Feed where thou wilt, on mountain or in dale:
Graze on my lips, and if those hills be dry,
Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.
'Within this limit is relief enough,
Sweet bottom-grass and high delightful plain,
Round rising hillocks, brakes obscure and rough,
To shelter thee from tempest and from rain:
Then be my deer, since I am such a park;
No dog shall rouse thee, though a thousand bark.'
- Venus and Adonis
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Post by Dellarigg on Feb 10, 2022 13:20:57 GMT -5
Helen Mirren again, in the little staged Troilus and Cressida. |
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Post by Dellarigg on Feb 14, 2022 7:07:25 GMT -5
Falstaff Under Herne's Oak, Robert Smirke
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Post by Dellarigg on Feb 14, 2022 10:48:11 GMT -5
Richard III and the Ghosts, William Blake
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Post by Dellarigg on Feb 14, 2022 10:58:53 GMT -5
In nature there's no blemish but the mind;
None can be call'd deform'd but the unkind:
Virtue is beauty, but the beauteous evil
Are empty trunks o'erflourished by the devil.
- Twelfth Night
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Post by Dellarigg on Feb 20, 2022 11:48:29 GMT -5
Puck Fleeing From The Dawn, David Scott
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Post by Dellarigg on Feb 20, 2022 11:49:48 GMT -5
Desdemona Cursed By Her Father, Eugene Delacroix
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Post by Dellarigg on Feb 20, 2022 11:51:50 GMT -5
Tis now the very witching time of night,
When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out
Contagion to this world. Now could I drink hot blood
And do such bitter business as the day
Would quake to look on.
- Hamlet
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Post by Jean-Luc Lemur on Feb 25, 2022 12:57:06 GMT -5
A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind,
A lover's ear will hear the lowest sound,
When the suspicious head of theft is stopped.
Love's feeling is more soft and sensible
Than are the tender horns of cockled snails.
Love's tongue proves dainty Bacchus gross in taste.
For valour, is not Love a Hercules,
Still climbing trees in the Hesperides?
Subtle as Sphinx; as sweet and musical
As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair.
And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods
Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony- Love’s Labour's Lost I wonder how Love’s Labour’s Lost is on stage. Reading it is amazing because it’s such a dense web of references and mythological imagery—it’s hard to imagine that working alongside the reality of actors and in-the-moment emotion, or at least hard to imagine for an extended length of time. |
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Post by Dellarigg on Feb 25, 2022 13:51:47 GMT -5
A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind,
A lover's ear will hear the lowest sound,
When the suspicious head of theft is stopped.
Love's feeling is more soft and sensible
Than are the tender horns of cockled snails.
Love's tongue proves dainty Bacchus gross in taste.
For valour, is not Love a Hercules,
Still climbing trees in the Hesperides?
Subtle as Sphinx; as sweet and musical
As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair.
And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods
Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony- Love’s Labour's Lost I wonder how Love’s Labour’s Lost is on stage. Reading it is amazing because it’s such a dense web of references and mythological imagery—it’s hard to imagine that working alongside the reality of actors and in-the-moment emotion, or at least hard to imagine for an extended length of time. Confession time - it’s one of the four or five Shakespeare plays I’ve yet to read (I came across the quoted lines in some book or other). Most commentators believe it was written for a private audience only, probably including the Earl of Southampton, whose patronage Shakespeare was trying to secure to tide him over while plague closed the theatres. So it’s probably best seen as an experiment away from the usual commercial pressures. Hopefully I’ll read it this year, along with the others - I’m a bit burnt out on him at the minute, last year being something of a wallow. |
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Post by Dellarigg on Mar 15, 2022 12:52:18 GMT -5
Caesar: Who is it in the press that calls on me?
I hear a tongue shriller than all the music
Cry "Caesar!" Speak, Caesar is turn'd to hear.
Soothsayer: Beware the ides of March.
Caesar: What man is that?
Brutus: A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March.
- Julius Caesar
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Post by Dellarigg on May 2, 2022 6:39:44 GMT -5
Let me have war, say I; it exceeds peace as far as day does night; it's spritely, waking, audible, and full of vent. Peace is a very apoplexy, lethargy, mull'd, deaf, sleepy, insensible; a getter of more bastard children than war's a destroyer of men.
- Coriolanus
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Post by Dellarigg on May 2, 2022 6:44:55 GMT -5
Ellen Terry as Volumnia from Coriolanus. (John Gielgud was her great-nephew.)  |
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Post by Dellarigg on May 7, 2022 7:53:52 GMT -5
O Mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O stay and hear! your true-love’s coming
That can sing both high and low;
Trip no further, pretty sweeting,
Journeys end in lovers’ meeting —
Every wise man’s son doth know.
- Twelfth Night
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Post by Dellarigg on May 13, 2022 9:29:06 GMT -5
Vivien Leigh crossdressing as Viola in an RSC Twelfth Night from 1955.  |
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Post by Dellarigg on Jun 9, 2022 11:37:01 GMT -5
Hear, nature, hear; dear goddess, hear!
Suspend thy purpose, if thou didst intend
To make this creature fruitful!
Into her womb convey sterility!
Dry up in her the organs of increase;
And from her derogate body never spring
A babe to honour her! If she must teem,
Create her child of spleen; that it may live,
And be a thwart disnatured torment to her!
Let it stamp wrinkles in her brow of youth;
With cadent tears fret channels in her cheeks;
Turn all her mother's pains and benefits
To laughter and contempt; that she may feel
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is
To have a thankless child!
- King Lear
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Post by Dellarigg on Aug 3, 2022 8:23:02 GMT -5
I will be treble-sinew'd, hearted, breathed,
And fight maliciously: for when mine hours
Were nice and lucky, men did ransom lives
Of me for jests; but now I'll set my teeth,
And send to darkness all that stop me.
- Antony and Cleopatra
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Post by Dellarigg on Aug 3, 2022 8:26:57 GMT -5
Deep night, dark night, the silent of the night,
The time of night when Troy was set on fire;
The time when screech-owls cry and ban-dogs howl
And spirits walk and ghosts break up their graves,
That time best fits the work we have in hand.
- Henry VI, Pt. II
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Post by Dellarigg on Aug 4, 2022 6:13:19 GMT -5
FALSTAFF: My king! my Jove! I speak to thee, my heart!
HAL: I know thee not, old man: fall to thy prayers;
How ill white hairs become a fool and jester!
I have long dream'd of such a kind of man,
So surfeit-swell'd, so old and so profane;
But, being awaked, I do despise my dream.
Make less thy body hence, and more thy grace;
Leave gormandizing; know the grave doth gape
For thee thrice wider than for other men.
Reply not to me with a fool-born jest:
Presume not that I am the thing I was;
For God doth know, so shall the world perceive,
That I have turn'd away my former self;
So will I those that kept me company.
When thou dost hear I am as I have been,
Approach me, and thou shalt be as thou wast,
The tutor and the feeder of my riots:
Till then, I banish thee, on pain of death,
As I have done the rest of my misleaders,
Not to come near our person by ten mile.
- Henry IV, Pt. II
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Post by Dellarigg on Aug 5, 2022 2:50:11 GMT -5
All tongues speak of him, and the bleared sights
Are spectacled to see him: your prattling nurse
Into a rapture lets her baby cry
While she chats him: the kitchen malkin pins
Her richest lockram 'bout her reechy neck,
Clambering the walls to eye him: stalls, bulks, windows,
Are smother'd up, leads fill'd, and ridges horsed
With variable complexions, all agreeing
In earnestness to see him: seld-shown flamens
Do press among the popular throngs and puff
To win a vulgar station: or veil'd dames
Commit the war of white and damask in
Their nicely-gawded cheeks to the wanton spoil
Of Phoebus' burning kisses: such a pother
As if that whatsoever god who leads him
Were slily crept into his human powers
And gave him graceful posture.
- Coriolanus
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Post by Roy Batty's Pet Dove on Sept 1, 2022 21:13:54 GMT -5
Could I come near your beauty with my nails,
I’d set my Ten Commandments in your face.
- 2 Henry VI
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Post by Dellarigg on Oct 19, 2022 7:25:54 GMT -5
Every one can master a grief but he that has it.
- Much Ado About Nothing
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Post by Dellarigg on Oct 26, 2022 3:52:18 GMT -5
I am not yet of Percy's mind, the Hotspur of the North; he that kills me some six or seven dozen of Scots as a breakfast, washes his hands, and says to his wife, 'Fie upon this quiet life! I want work.'
- Henry IV, Pt. 1
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Post by Dellarigg on Jan 26, 2023 12:01:25 GMT -5
I have lived long enough. My way of life
Is fall'n into the sere, the yellow leaf;
And that which should accompany old age,
As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends,
I must not look to have
- Macbeth
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Post by Dellarigg on Feb 21, 2023 5:41:56 GMT -5
Had it pleased heaven
To try me with affliction, had they rained
All kinds of sores and shames on my bare head,
Steeped me in poverty to the very lips,
Given to captivity me and my utmost hopes,
I should have found in some place of my soul
A drop of patience. But, alas, to make me
The fixèd figure for the time of scorn
To point his slow and moving finger at!
Yet could I bear that too, well, very well.
But there where I have garnered up my heart,
Where either I must live or bear no life,
The fountain from the which my current runs
Or else dries up - to be discarded thence!
Or keep it as a cistern for foul toads
To knot and gender in!
- Othello
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Post by Dellarigg on Mar 21, 2023 5:58:10 GMT -5
My conscience hath a thousand several tongues,
And every tongue brings in a several tale,
And every tale condemns me for a villain.
- Richard III
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Post by Dellarigg on Jun 15, 2023 10:52:10 GMT -5
Glenda Jackson as King Lear, when she was in her 80s.  |
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Post by Dellarigg on Jul 6, 2023 13:51:13 GMT -5
Well, whiles I am a beggar I will rail,
And say there is no sin but to be rich,
And being rich, my virtue then shall be
To say there is no vice but beggary.
- King John
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