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Progeny I love it ~ Im sure the bard would be proud

None but your sheets are privy to your wishes.

--Alexas, Act I, scene II

Anymore progeny? Do you need an agent?

Having studied Shakespeare at uni, as part of Lit -he is one of my all time favourite writers/authors, love his comedy of errors, but much ado about nothing, has to be one of my favourites.

The course of true love never did run smooth. -

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
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Much ado about nothing is one of my definate favorites, followed by a midsummer nights dream -

Two lovely berries moulded on one stem;
So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart.

Julia

http://shakespeare.mit.edu/macbeth/full.html


Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling as to sight? or art thou but
A dagger of the mind, a false creation,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
I see thee yet, in form as palpable
As this which now I draw.
Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going;
And such an instrument I was to use.
Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses,
Or else worth all the rest; I see thee still,
And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood,
Which was not so before. There's no such thing:
It is the bloody business which informs
Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one halfworld
Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse
The curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates
Pale Hecate's offerings, and wither'd murder,
Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf,
Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace.
With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design
Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth,
Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear
Thy very stones prate of my whereabout,
And take the present horror from the time,
Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives:
Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.

I like all of Shakespeare's plays; but these, I think, are my favourites -
Midsummer night's dream, Twelfth night, Merchant of Venice, Macbeth, Romeo and Juliet.

Is this a dagger I see before me ?

Shoulda gone to Specsavers

Been there, done that, as they say.....

I was a bit part at Gateshead Little Theatre years ago in the Merchant of Venice.

I only had one line to say viz "Madam, there is alighted at your door, a young Venetian, Bassanio by name"

who managed to confuse "Venetian" with "Venusian"?

Not Kate Blanchett, not Dame Helen Mirren: just me!

In my defence,I was but 10 years old

Lol Sue

David ... :-)

I played Shylock at school in Merchant of Venice, Sue.

Saw Midsummer Nights Dream performed here in the grounds of a castle with my best friend (already mentioned that although she's a native english speaker, she prefers shakespeare in german, easier to understand) she had forgotten her glasses and is pretty blind without them. Well, they changed the scenery for the first scene of the fairies in the forest, wow, she said, the trees are so realistic, I had to point out to her that they were real trees in a real forest!

Magic performance.

When we left I realised I had lost my keys, so we had to go back, the cast were enjoying an after show drink and invited us to join them after said keys were found, eventually got home about 3:00 am, pleasantly sozzled.

Wonderful evening!

Julia

Sounds like a special night, Julia

lol Sue

A pound of flesh

Certainly was Sue.

Next day, didn't feel to bright though!

Julia

'twas on the morne
And the sun's brightness near blinded my tired eyes
Onto myself an Alka Seltzer .........

lol Sue

We are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life is rounded with a sleep.

The Tempest

On that note,

night, night,

Julia x

All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.

William Shakespeare

It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.

Shakespeare

"Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops."

Morning all!