Tele-Viper Posted November 19, 2013 Share Posted November 19, 2013 Share your favorite speeches and moments: She should have died hereafter;There would have been a time for such a word.Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,To the last syllable of recorded time;And all our yesterdays have lighted foolsThe way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!Life's but a walking shadow, a poor playerThat struts and frets his hour upon the stageAnd then is heard no more. It is a taleTold by an idiot, full of sound and furySignifying nothing. — Macbeth (Act 5, Scene 5, lines 17-28) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BobbyWhioux Posted November 19, 2013 Share Posted November 19, 2013 My all time favorite Heel Promo: http://youtu.be/qRle3uKk7SU OLIVIER~! http://youtu.be/pdj6LH-hvsQ Seeing Patrick Stewart in a "modern" adaptation reminds me of McKellen in this version: http://youtu.be/DsGGjXZw1eQ But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks,Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass;I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majestyTo strut before a wanton ambling nymph;I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion,Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,Deformed, unfinish'd, sent before my timeInto this breathing world, scarce half made up,And that so lamely and unfashionableThat dogs bark at me as I halt by them;Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace,Have no delight to pass away the time,Unless to spy my shadow in the sunAnd descant on mine own deformity:And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover,To entertain these fair well-spoken days,I am determined to prove a villainAnd hate the idle pleasures of these days. --Richard III, Act 1 Scene 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fat Spanish Waiter Posted November 19, 2013 Share Posted November 19, 2013 Get out of Ken's thread, fools. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BobbyWhioux Posted November 19, 2013 Share Posted November 19, 2013 Oh by all means let us Branagh Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Brian Fowler Posted November 19, 2013 Share Posted November 19, 2013 Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead. In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; Let pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean. Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide, Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit To his full height. On, on, you noblest English. Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof! Fathers that, like so many Alexanders, Have in these parts from morn till even fought And sheathed their swords for lack of argument: Dishonour not your mothers; now attest That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you. Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war. And you, good yeoman, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot: Follow your spirit, and upon this charge Cry 'God for Harry, England, and Saint George!' I can't seem to find an actual film clip of it, but my favorite speech from Romeo and Juliet JULIET 1 Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, 2 Towards Phoebus' lodging: such a wagoner 3 As Phaëthon would whip you to the west, 4 And bring in cloudy night immediately. 5 Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night, 6 That runaways' eyes may wink and Romeo 7 Leap to these arms, untalk'd of and unseen. 8 Lovers can see to do their amorous rites 9 By their own beauties; or, if love be blind, 10 It best agrees with night. Come, civil night, 11 Thou sober-suited matron, all in black, 12 And learn me how to lose a winning match, 13 Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods. 14 Hood my unmann'd blood, bating in my cheeks, 15 With thy black mantle, till strange love grow bold, 16 Think true love acted simple modesty. 17 Come, night, come, Romeo, come, thou day in night; 18 For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night 19 Whiter than new snow on a raven's back. 20 Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow'd night, 21 Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die, 22 Take him and cut him out in little stars, 23 And he will make the face of heaven so fine 24 That all the world will be in love with night 25 And pay no worship to the garish sun. 26 O, I have bought the mansion of a love, 27 But not possess'd it, and, though I am sold, 28 Not yet enjoy'd: so tedious is this day 29 As is the night before some festival 30 To an impatient child that hath new robes 31 And may not wear them. O, here comes my nurse, 32 And she brings news; and every tongue that speaks 33 But Romeo's name speaks heavenly eloquence. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Brian Fowler Posted November 19, 2013 Share Posted November 19, 2013 Bobby beat me to Henry V, but I've always felt, as glorious as the St. Crispin's speech is, Once more unto the breach is underrated and overlooked. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
cubbymark Posted November 20, 2013 Share Posted November 20, 2013 Out, damned spot! Out I say! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9dgbbtUbgcM Doct. What is it she does now? Look, how she rubs her hands. 15 Gen. It is an accustomed action with her, to seem thus washing her hands. I have known her to continue in this a quarter of an hour. Lady M. Yet here’s a spot. Doct. Hark! she speaks. I will set down what comes from her, to satisfy my remembrance the more strongly. Lady M. Out, damned spot! out, I say! One; two: why, then, ’tis time to do ’t. Hell is murky! Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account? Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? Doct. Do you mark that? 20 Lady M. The Thane of Fife had a wife: where is she now? What! will these hands ne’er be clean? No more o’ that, my lord, no more o’ that: you mar all with this starting. Doct. Go to, go to; you have known what you should not. Gen. She has spoke what she should not, I am sure of that: Heaven knows what she has known. Lady M. Here’s the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. Oh! oh! oh! Doct. What a sigh is there! The heart is sorely charged. 25 Gen. I would not have such a heart in my bosom for the dignity of the whole body. Doct. Well, well, well. Gen. Pray God it be, sir. Doct. This disease is beyond my practice: yet I have known those which have walked in their sleep who have died holily in their beds. Lady M. Wash your hands, put on your night-gown; look not so pale. I tell you yet again, Banquo’s buried; he cannot come out on ’s grave. 30 Doct. Even so? Lady M. To bed, to bed: there’s knocking at the gate. Come, come, come, come, give me your hand. What’s done cannot be undone. To bed, to bed, to bed. [Exit. Doct. Will she go now to bed? Gen. Directly. Doct. Foul whisperings are abroad. Unnatural deeds 35 Do breed unnatural troubles; infected minds To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets; More needs she the divine than the physician. God, God forgive us all! Look after her; Remove from her the means of all annoyance, 40 And still keep eyes upon her. So, good-night: My mind she has mated, and amaz’d my sight. I think, but dare not speak. Gen. Good-night, good doctor. [Exeunt. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ace Posted November 20, 2013 Share Posted November 20, 2013 A wee bit o' Tennant I've always had a preference for the comedies, though. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Brian Fowler Posted November 20, 2013 Share Posted November 20, 2013 And this one is near and dear to my heart because I played the part in college. You, ladies, you, whose gentle hearts do fearThe smallest monstrous mouse that creeps on floor,May now perchance both quake and tremble here,When lion rough in wildest rage doth roar.Then know that I, one Snug the joiner, amA lion-fell, nor else no lion's dam;For, if I should as lion come in strifeInto this place, 'twere pity on my life. I also got to play Barnardine in Measure for Measure, and, despite the relative scarceness of the part, I probably got deeper into that character than any other I ever played. He doesn't have a real speech, just some back and forth with a couple of other characters. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
LooseCannon Posted November 20, 2013 Share Posted November 20, 2013 Bobby beat me to Henry V, but I've always felt, as glorious as the St. Crispin's speech is, Once more unto the breach is underrated and overlooked. I have a hard time thinking of Henry V, without thinking of this: Yeah, someone had to do it. On a more serious(?) note: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tele-Viper Posted November 20, 2013 Author Share Posted November 20, 2013 Dominic West reads Sonnet 112 Your love and pity doth th’impression fill Which vulgar scandal stamped upon my brow; For what care I who calls me well or ill So you o’er-green my bad, my good allow? You are my all-the-world, and I must strive To know my shames and praises from your tongue; None else to me, nor I to none, alive, That my steeled sense o’er-changes right or wrong. In so profound abysm I throw all care Of others’ voices, that my adder’s sense To critic and to flatterer stopped are. Mark how with my neglect I do dispense: You are so strongly in my purpose bred That all the world besides me thinks you’re dead. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tele-Viper Posted November 20, 2013 Author Share Posted November 20, 2013 All you Henry V lovers better sit down and watch the entire PBS/BBC Hollow Crown cycle: Ben Wishaw as Richard II Jeremy Irons as Henry IV Tom Hiddleston as Henry V Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
odessasteps Posted November 20, 2013 Share Posted November 20, 2013 Iago, FTW Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tele-Viper Posted November 20, 2013 Author Share Posted November 20, 2013 You common cry of curs, whose breath I hate As reek a’ th’ rotten fens, whose loves I prize As the dead carcasses of unburied men That do corrupt my air—I banish you! And here remain with your uncertainty! Let every feeble rumor shake your hearts! Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes, Fan you into despair! Have the power still To banish your defenders, till at length Your ignorance (which finds not till it feels, Making but reservation of yourselves, Still your own foes) deliver you as most Abated captives to some nation That won you without blows! Despising, For you, the city, thus I turn my back; There is a world elsewhere. -- Coriolanus, Act III, Scene 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gonzo Posted November 20, 2013 Share Posted November 20, 2013 Marc Antony's funeral speech from Julius Caesar is great. Won't do the whole thing. . .just the best (IMO) part. If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii: Look, in this place ran Cassius' dagger through: See what a rent the envious Casca made: Through this the well-beloved Brutus stabb'd; And as he pluck'd his cursed steel away, Mark how the blood of Caesar follow'd it, As rushing out of doors, to be resolved If Brutus so unkindly knock'd, or no; For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel: Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him! This was the most unkindest cut of all; For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms, Quite vanquish'd him: then burst his mighty heart; And, in his mantle muffling up his face, Even at the base of Pompey's statua, Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell. O, what a fall was there, my countrymen! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity: these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what, weep you when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Tele-Viper Posted November 22, 2013 Author Share Posted November 22, 2013 I am obsessed with these sonnet readings: Fiona Shaw reading Sonnet 154 The little Love-god lying once asleepLaid by his side his heart-inflaming brand,Whilst many nymphs that vow'd chaste life to keepCame tripping by; but in her maiden handThe fairest votary took up that fireWhich many legions of true hearts had warm'd;And so the general of hot desireWas sleeping by a virgin hand disarm'd.This brand she quenched in a cool well by,Which from Love's fire took heat perpetual,Growing a bath and healthful remedyFor men diseased; but I, my mistress' thrall, Came there for cure, and this by that I prove, Love's fire heats water, water cools not love. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Liam Posted November 24, 2013 Share Posted November 24, 2013 LADY MACBETH 1 That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold; 2 What hath quench'd them hath given me fire. Hark! Peace! 3 It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman, 4 Which gives the stern'st good-night. He is about it: 5 The doors are open; and the surfeited grooms 6 Do mock their charge with snores. I have drugg'd their possets, 7 That death and nature do contend about them, 8 Whether they live or die. MACBETH [Within.] Who's there? what, ho! LADY MACBETH 9 Alack, I am afraid they have awaked, 10 And 'tis not done. The attempt and not the deed 11 Confounds us. Hark! I laid their daggers ready; 12 He could not miss 'em. Had he not resembled 13 My father as he slept, I had done't. Enter MACBETH. My husband! MACBETH 14 I have done the deed. Didst thou not hear a noise? LADY MACBETH 15 I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry. 16 Did not you speak? MACBETH When? LADY MACBETH Now. MACBETH As I descended? LADY MACBETH 17 Ay. MACBETH Hark! Who lies i' the second chamber? LADY MACBETH 18 Donalbain. MACBETH This is a sorry sight. [Looking on his hands.] LADY MACBETH 19 A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight. MACBETH 20 There's one did laugh in's sleep, and one cried "Murder!" 21 That they did wake each other: I stood and heard them: 22 But they did say their prayers, and address'd them 23 Again to sleep. LADY MACBETH There are two lodged together. MACBETH 24 One cried "God bless us!" and "Amen" the other; 25 As they had seen me with these hangman's hands. 26 List'ning their fear, I could not say "Amen," 27 When they did say "God bless us!" LADY MACBETH Consider it not so deeply. MACBETH 28 But wherefore could not I pronounce "Amen"? 29 I had most need of blessing, and "Amen" 30 Stuck in my throat. LADY MACBETH These deeds must not be thought 31 After these ways; so, it will make us mad. MACBETH 32 Methought I heard a voice cry "Sleep no more! 33 Macbeth does murder sleep," the innocent sleep, 34 Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, 35 The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, 36 Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, 37 Chief nourisher in life's feast— LADY MACBETH What do you mean? MACBETH 38 Still it cried "Sleep no more!" to all the house: 39 "Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor 40 Shall sleep no more; Macbeth shall sleep no more." LADY MACBETH 41 Who was it that thus cried? Why, worthy thane, 42 You do unbend your noble strength, to think 43 So brainsickly of things. Go get some water, 44 And wash this filthy witness from your hand. 45 Why did you bring these daggers from the place? 46 They must lie there: go carry them; and smear 47 The sleepy grooms with blood. MACBETH I'll go no more: 48 I am afraid to think what I have done; 49 Look on't again I dare not. LADY MACBETH Infirm of purpose! 50 Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead 51 Are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood 52 That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, 53 I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal; 54 For it must seem their guilt. Exit. Knock within. MACBETH Whence is that knocking? 55 How is't with me, when every noise appalls me? 56 What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes. 57 Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood 58 Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather 59 The multitudinous seas incarnadine, 60 Making the green one red. Enter LADY [MACBETH]. LADY MACBETH 61 My hands are of your colour; but I shame 62 To wear a heart so white. (Knock.) I hear a knocking 63 At the south entry: retire we to our chamber; 64 A little water clears us of this deed: 65 How easy is it, then! Your constancy 66 Hath left you unattended. (Knock.) Hark! more knocking. 67 Get on your nightgown, lest occasion call us, 68 And show us to be watchers. Be not lost 69 So poorly in your thoughts. MACBETH 70 To know my deed, 'twere best not know myself. Knock. 71 Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou couldst! Exeunt. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tele-Viper Posted December 17, 2013 Author Share Posted December 17, 2013 Tom Hiddleston is definitely is up-and-coming: http://youtu.be/zNAqtZPA8Rs Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tele-Viper Posted January 24, 2014 Author Share Posted January 24, 2014 Just saw a "traditional practices" version of Twelfth Night with Mark Rylance, Samuel Barnett, and Stephen Fry. It was magnificent, staged as if it were still the Elizabethan era and the all-males cast milks the gender dynamics for all they are worth. Truly great, one of the best ensemble performances I have ever seen! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
odessasteps Posted January 24, 2014 Share Posted January 24, 2014 The hollowed crown bbc series from last year is now on dvd. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tele-Viper Posted January 27, 2014 Author Share Posted January 27, 2014 The Hollow Crown is a good mini -- Richard II is incredible all around and Tom Hiddleston gives a good performance as Hal/Henry V in the other two. Highly recommended! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
nate Posted February 3, 2014 Share Posted February 3, 2014 I have an insane love for Macbeth, in all its forms. It's the tits. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jingus Posted February 4, 2014 Share Posted February 4, 2014 Shakespeare's the best writer I've ever read. Full stop. I know, it's a cliche to say that, but it's true! Which is amazing, considering he stole most of his plots and how few "definitive" final versions we have of his scripts and how often he was forced to put in a bunch of filler in order to stretch his plays out to the then-mandatory running time of at least two or three hours and how often he was obviously forced to hide whatever his personal religious or political beliefs were in order to retain his patronage. As for favorites? Shit, man, I'd have to quote every soliloquy he ever wrote. I don't think I'm going out on a limb by declaring Hamlet to be his best work (admittedly I haven't read the more obscure, bottom half of his complete bibliography), that's the one which seems to go especially out of its way to touch on every single level of the human experience. But the comedies are great shit too, particularly Tempest and Much Ado. And NOBODY could write a villain like Shakespeare; his tragic antiheroes are cool and all, but the most fascinating characters are the silver-tongued liars who repeatedly fool people who should really know better into believing some unbelievable bullshit. Iago's the best example, but there's a bunch of ur-Iago types in many of the other works. As for his non-play stuff: his sonnets are mostly cutely worded bits of foreplay, it's clear he's not even trying to work on the same level as his plays. But I'm still awfully darn fond of this particular one, designated Sonnet #130: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress when she walks treads on the ground. And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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