The twenty-sixth, biennial Shakespeare production to be put on by this most accomplished of amateur productions companies, puts many a professional troupe to shame. Tight, engaging, enthralling and - above all - passionate, there is not a duff performance to be seen or a single actor who does not revel in their moment beneath the clear blue skies. As enchanting as any auditorium, the clearing in the woods shrouds these productions in its own natural ambience.
All honesty with him is turn'd to clay. Oh, my sweet husband! I think my mother weeps for all the women that ever buried husbands, for if from time to time all the widowers' tears in England had been bottled up, I do not think all would have fill'd a three-halfpenny bottle.
Alas, a small matter bucks a handkercher, and sometimes the spital stands too nigh Saint Thomas a' Waterings. Well, I can mourn in good sober sort as well as another; but where I spend one tear for a dead father, I could give twenty kisses for a quick husband.
How constant, how passionate, how full of April the poor soul's eyes are! Well, I would my brother knew on't; he should then know what a kind wife he had left behind him. Truth, and 'twere not for shame that th' neighbours at the next garden should hear me, between joy and grief I should e'en cry outright!
My father's laid in dust; his coffin and he is like a whole meat-pie, and the worms will cut him up shortly.
Farewell, old dad, farewell! I'll be curb'd in no more. I perceive a son and heir may quickly be made a fool, and he will be one, but I'll take another order.
Now she would have me weep for him, forsooth. Because he cozen'd the right heir, being a fool, and bestow'd those lands on me his eldest son; and therefore I must weep for him.
Why, all the world knows, as long as 'twas his pleasure to get me, 'twas his duty to get for me: I know the law in that point; no attorney can gull me. Well, my uncle is an old ass and an admirable coxcomb. I'll rule the roost myself; I'll be kept under no more; I know what I may do well enough by my father's copy: Nay, now I know my strength, I'll be strong enough for my mother, I warrant you.
Enter George Pyeboard, a scholar and a citizen, and unto him an old soldier, Peter Skirmish. Thou that were wont to be as hot as a turnspit, as nimble as a fencer, and as lousy as a school-master, now thou art put to silence like a sectary. War sits now like a justice of peace and does nothing.
Where be your muskets, caliver s and hot-shots? In Long Laneat pawn, at pawn. Now keys are your only guns, key-gunskey-guns, and bawds the gunners.
Who are your sentinels in peace and stand ready charg'd to give warning with hems, hums, and pocky coughs? Only your chambers are licens'd to play upon you, and drabs enow to give fire to 'em. I have been a soldier any time this forty years, and now I perceive an old soldier and an old courtier have both one destiny, and in the end turn both into hobnails.
SKIRMISH I will not say but that war is a bloodsucker and so, but in my conscience--as there is no soldier but has a piece of one, though it be full of holes, like a shot ancientno matter, 'twill serve to swear by--in my conscience, I think some kind of peace has more hidden oppressions and violent heady sins, though looking of a gentle nature, than a profess'd war.A Dance With Dragons part 1: Dreams and Dust George R.R.
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Richard III is a historical play by William Shakespeare believed to have been written around It depicts the Machiavellian rise to power and subsequent short reign of King Richard III of England. The play is grouped among the histories in the First Folio and is most often classified as such.
Occasionally, however, as in the quarto edition, it is termed a tragedy.