μητέρα και γιός

DUCHESS OF YORK
O, let me speak!

KING RICHARD III
Do then: but I’ll not hear.

DUCHESS OF YORK
I will be mild and gentle in my speech.

KING RICHARD III
And brief, good mother; for I am in haste.

DUCHESS OF YORK
Art thou so hasty? I have stay’d for thee,
God knows, in anguish, pain and agony.

KING RICHARD III
And came I not at last to comfort you?

DUCHESS OF YORK
No, by the holy rood, thou know’st it well,
Thou camest on earth to make the earth my hell.
A grievous burthen was thy birth to me;
Tetchy and wayward was thy infancy;
Thy school-days frightful, desperate, wild, and furious,
Thy prime of manhood daring, bold, and venturous,
Thy age confirm’d, proud, subdued, bloody,
treacherous,
More mild, but yet more harmful, kind in hatred:
What comfortable hour canst thou name,
That ever graced me in thy company?

KING RICHARD III
Faith, none, but Humphrey Hour, that call’d
your grace
To breakfast once forth of my company.
If I be so disgracious in your sight,
Let me march on, and not offend your grace.
Strike the drum.

DUCHESS OF YORK
I prithee, hear me speak.

KING RICHARD III
You speak too bitterly.

DUCHESS OF YORK
Hear me a word;
For I shall never speak to thee again.

KING RICHARD III
So.

DUCHESS OF YORK
Either thou wilt die, by God’s just ordinance,
Ere from this war thou turn a conqueror,
Or I with grief and extreme age shall perish
And never look upon thy face again.
Therefore take with thee my most heavy curse;
Which, in the day of battle, tire thee more
Than all the complete armour that thou wear’st!
My prayers on the adverse party fight;
And there the little souls of Edward’s children
Whisper the spirits of thine enemies
And promise them success and victory.
Bloody thou art, bloody will be thy end;
Shame serves thy life and doth thy death attend.

Exit

William Shakespeare

I can add colours to the chameleon

I’ll make my heaven to dream upon the crown,
And, whiles I live, to account this world but hell,
Until my mis-shaped trunk that bears this head
Be round impaled with a glorious crown.
And yet I know not how to get the crown,
For many lives stand between me and home:
And I,–like one lost in a thorny wood,
That rends the thorns and is rent with the thorns,
Seeking a way and straying from the way;
Not knowing how to find the open air,
But toiling desperately to find it out,–
Torment myself to catch the English crown:
And from that torment I will free myself,
Or hew my way out with a bloody axe.
Why, I can smile, and murder whiles I smile,
And cry ‘Content’ to that which grieves my heart,
And wet my cheeks with artificial tears,
And frame my face to all occasions.
I’ll drown more sailors than the mermaid shall;
I’ll slay more gazers than the basilisk;
I’ll play the orator as well as Nestor,
Deceive more slily than Ulysses could,
And, like a Sinon, take another Troy.
I can add colours to the chameleon,
Change shapes with Proteus for advantages,
And set the murderous Machiavel to school.
Can I do this, and cannot get a crown?
Tut, were it farther off, I’ll pluck it down.

Exit

GLOUCESTER The Third part of King Henry the Sixth, Act 3, Scene 2, William Shakespeare

[πηγή: youtube Ralph Fiennes plays Richard III: ‘I can add colours to the chameleon’ – Guardian Culture]

Our revels now are ended

Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.

Prospero, The Tempest, Act 4 Scene 1 William Shakespeare

[πηγή: youtube David Threlfall as Prospero in The Tempest: ‘Our revels now are ended’ | Shakespeare Solos – Guardian Culture]

Friends, Romans, countrymen

Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones;
So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus
Hath told you Caesar was ambitious:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Caesar answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest–
For Brutus is an honourable man;
So are they all, all honourable men–
Come I to speak in Caesar’s funeral.
He was my friend, faithful and just to me:
But Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honourable man.
He hath brought many captives home to Rome
Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill:
Did this in Caesar seem ambitious?
When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept:
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff:
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honourable man.
You all did see that on the Lupercal
I thrice presented him a kingly crown,
Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition?
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And, sure, he is an honourable man.
I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,
But here I am to speak what I do know.
You all did love him once, not without cause:
What cause withholds you then, to mourn for him?
O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason. Bear with me;
My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,
And I must pause till it come back to me.

Mark Antony, Julius Caesar (Act 3, Scene 2, lines 73-108)

[πηγή: youtube Damian Lewis as Antony in Julius Caesar: ‘Friends, Romans, countrymen’ | Shakespeare Solos – Guardian Culture]

The quality of mercy

The quality of mercy is not strained.
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest:
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.
‘Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes
The thronèd monarch better than his crown.
His scepter shows the force of temporal power,
The attribute to awe and majesty
Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings;
But mercy is above this sceptered sway.
It is enthronèd in the hearts of kings;
It is an attribute to God Himself;
And earthly power doth then show likest God’s
When mercy seasons justice. Therefore,
Though justice be thy plea, consider this:
That in the course of justice none of us
Should see salvation. We do pray for mercy,
And that same prayer doth teach us all to render
The deeds of mercy. I have spoke thus much
To mitigate the justice of thy plea,
Which, if thou follow, this strict court of Venice
Must needs give sentence ‘gainst the merchant there.

— Portia, in William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice, Act 4, Scene 1.

[πηγή: youtube Laura Carmichael as Portia: ‘The quality of mercy’ | Shakespeare Solos – Guardian Culture]

Enter three Witches

SCENE I. A desert place. Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches

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First Witch

When shall we three meet again
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

Second Witch

When the hurlyburly’s done,
When the battle’s lost and won.

Third Witch

That will be ere the set of sun.

First Witch

Where the place?

Second Witch

Upon the heath.

Third Witch

There to meet with Macbeth.

First Witch

I come, Graymalkin!

Second Witch

Paddock calls.

Third Witch

Anon.

ALL

Fair is foul, and foul is fair:
Hover through the fog and filthy air.

Exeunt

William Shakespeare – The Tragedy of Macbeth Act 1, Scene 1
[Alexandre-Marie Colin. The Three Witches from “Macbeth,” 1827]
Macbeth. Opening scenes from five adaptations YouTube

the death of Falstaff

HOSTESS:
He’s in Arthur’s bosom, if ever man went to Arthur’s bosom. He made a finer end, and went away an it had been any christom child. He parted ev’n just between twelve and one, ev’n at the turning o’ th’ tide; for after I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with flowers and smile upon his finger’s end, I knew there was but one way, for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and he told of green fields. “How now, Sir John?” quoth I. “What, man, be o’ good cheer!” So he cried out “God, God, God!” three or four times. Now I, to comfort him, bid him he should not think of God. I hoped there was no need to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet. So he bade me lay more clothes on his feet. I put my hand into the bed and felt them, and they were as cold as any stone. Then I felt to his knees, and so upward and upward, and all was as cold as any stone.

Henry V (Act 2 Scene 3), William Shakespeare

Βασιλιάς Ληρ με τον Τόνι

Ο Τόνι κάνει δικό του το ρόλο, και το κάνει παρέα με φανταστικούς ηθοποιούς και υπό τη μαεστρία του Richard Eyre που υπέγραψε και την επίσης definitive εκδοχή της Henriad με τη σειρά “The Hollow Crown“.
Συγκλονιστικό θέαμα, ακόμα και μετά την 6η θέαση, και αντίθετα με την ταινία “Weekend at Bernie’s II” σε κάνει να σκέφτεσαι μετά…

[πηγή: youtube KING LEAR Official Trailer (2018) Anthony Hopkins, Emma Thompson, Amazon Studios, BBC Movie]

King Lear (Anthony Hopkins): Is there any cause in nature that makes these hard hearts?

King Lear (Anthony Hopkins):
Thou must be patient. We came crying hither.
Thou know’st the first time that we smell the air
We wawl and cry.
I will preach to thee. Mark me.
When we are born, we cry that we are come
To this great stage of fools.

Come away, death

Song: “Come away, come away, death
By William Shakespeare

(from Twelfth Night)

Come away, come away, death,
And in sad cypress let me be laid.
Fly away, fly away, breath;
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,
O, prepare it!
My part of death, no one so true
Did share it.

Not a flower, not a flower sweet,
On my black coffin let there be strown.
Not a friend, not a friend greet
My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown.
A thousand thousand sighs to save,
Lay me, O, where
Sad true lover never find my grave,
To weep there!