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Take a look at @PublicTheaterNY‘s first Shakespeare in the Park production of 2017, a Trump-inspired Julius Caesar https://t.co/iTPiJMSSaq pic.twitter.com/t5VfDfZVRe
— Playbill (@playbill) May 30, 2017
While fake blood gushes at Shakespeare in the Park, over in London real blood flows on the streets from the victims of Islamists.
Read my post, Shakespeare in the Park stabs Trump.
A woman’s gotta cope, even if Shakespeare suffers,
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more.
Trumps were deceivers ever,
One foot in sea, and one on shore,
To one thing constant never.
Then sigh not so, but let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into hey nonny, nonny.Sing no more ditties, sing no more
Of dumps so dull and heavy.
The fraud of Trumps was ever so
Since summer first was leafy.
Then sigh not so, but let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into hey, nonny, nonny.
Read my article, Denial, anger, bargaining, depression . . . but no acceptance.
From the PBS website,
Watch Macbeth on PBS. See more from Great Performances.
Following a London West End run in December 2007, a sold-out limited engagement at the Brooklyn Academy of Music in March 2008, and a subsequent eight-week run on Broadway, director Rupert Goold’s gripping stage production of Macbeth was filmed for television at the end of 2009. Patrick Stewart in his triumphant, Tony-nominated performance as the ambitious general, and Tony-nominated Kate Fleetwood as his coldly scheming wife. On March 31, 2011, Macbeth was the proud recipient of a George Foster Peabody Award.
Just got back from seeing Macbeth on Broadway. Spectacularly good production, and Macbeth is very clearly a Stalinist. Patrick Stewart was at least as good as I expected, and does fabulous work with props.
He decants the wine when talking to Lady Macbeth before plotting the first murder. Their relationship is very sexual but that diminishes as their thirst for blood and power takes over.
Banquo’s death becomes a topic to discuss while making a sandwich; here’s how he did it:
Macbeth, talking to the two murderers, takes a sandwich board out of the refrigerator.
The sandwich board has a loaf of rye, bread knife, mustard pot, dish of mayo, plate with sliced cheese, and spatulas for spreading.
MACBETH:
I did so, and went further, which is now
Our point of second meeting. Do you find
Your patience so predominant in your nature
That you can let this go?
Slices bread once.
Are you so gospell’d
To pray for this good man and for his issue,
Whose heavy hand hath bow’d you to the grave
And beggar’d yours for ever?
Slices bread again. Dips spatula on mayo.
First murderer:
We are men, my liege.
MACBETH:
Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men;
Speads mayo on one slice…
As hounds and greyhounds,
spreading…
mongrels, spaniels,
as he…
curs,
Shoughs,
goes along…
water-rugs and demi-wolves,
puts spreader back.
are clept
Uncovers the cheese …
All by the name of dogs: the valued file
Distinguishes the swift,
picks up one slice…
the slow, the subtle,
puts it on the bread…
The housekeeper,
licks finger …
the hunter, every one
picks up another slice of cheese, puts on top.
According to the gift which bounteous nature
Hath in him closed;
Spreads mayo on the other slice of bread
whereby he does receive
Particular addition. from the bill
That writes them all alike:
Puts another cheese slice on the first slice of bread
and so of men.
Now, if you have a station in the file,
Not i’ the worst rank of manhood, say ‘t;
And I will put that business in your bosoms,
Spreads mustard on the cheese
Whose execution takes your enemy off,
Grapples you to the heart and love of us,
Places both slices of bread together
Who wear our health but sickly in his life,
Which in his death were perfect.
Slices the sandwich in half.
Walks in front of the table.
Both of you
Know
Takes a big bite and says with his mouth full,
Banquo
chews, swallows…
was your enemy.
By the time he slices the remaining half of the sandwich in half and gives each quarter to the murderers, Banquo’s fate is sealed.
Later in the play, his conscience starts to catch up with him and after the intermission he can not touch his soup.
Of course the rest of the production will knock your socks off, but he had me at the sandwich.
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,
Men were deceivers ever,
One foot in sea and one on shore,
To one thing constant never:
Then sigh not so, but let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Sing no more ditties, sing no moe,
Of dumps so dull and heavy;
The fraud of men was ever so,
Since summer first was leafy:
Then sigh not so, but let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into Hey nonny, nonny.
… for my friend J., this is why I don’t:
Then sigh not so, but let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Sing no more ditties, sing no moe,
Of dumps so dull and heavy;
The fraud of men was ever so,
Since summer first was leafy:
Then sigh not so, but let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into Hey nonny, nonny.
