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Ey up, I did a little bit of acting in one of these films (bloody enjoyed it too as it happens) - showed it to me mam & dad, they loved it so maybe you will too.

Here be the flyer and general blurb...

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...THE CSS GANG WOULD LIKE TO INVITE YOU TO...

**A Screening Of Chicken Shop Shakespeare (the work so far) & The Premier Of A New Improvised Short Film "What U On About?"**

...** £1 ENTRY FEE **...
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Having Grafted Away & Worked Hard Over The Last Few Months We Would Like To Share Our Work So Far With Those Closest To Us !!!
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TIME: 2PM
DATE: SATURDAY 25TH AUGUST
PLACE: HYDE PARK PICTURE HOUSE, LEEDS

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And full actual playlist of the videos here


The first one on romeo on juliet is pretty good, the acting a touch ott in places.

But I like this sort of approach, would be interested in seeing more like it/better examples.

@suspended no tempest unfortunately
 

Corpsey

bandz ahoy
Worth doing Audible's 30 day trial if you're not a member so you can pick this up for free:

 

okzharp

Active member
don't forget the sonnets ..

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.

🔥
 

craner

Beast of Burden
don't forget the sonnets ..

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.

🔥

Inverse Petrarch.
 

jenks

thread death
It’s refugee week so I always share this with my classes. It’s from the Sir Thomas More, at this point in the play, More (who was then London’s Deputy Sheriff) is called upon to put down an anti-immigration riot in the Parish of St Martin Le Grand, that took place on 1st May 1517.


Grant them removed, and grant that this your noise
Hath chid down all the majesty of England;
Imagine that you see the wretched strangers,
Their babies at their backs and their poor luggage,
Plodding to the ports and coasts for transportation,
And that you sit as kings in your desires,
Authority quite silent by your brawl,
And you in ruff of your opinions clothed;
What had you got? I’ll tell you: you had taught
How insolence and strong hand should prevail,
How order should be quelled; and by this pattern
Not one of you should live an aged man,
For other ruffians, as their fancies wrought,
With self same hand, self reasons, and self right,
Would shark on you, and men like ravenous fishes
Would feed on one another….

Say now the king
Should so much come too short of your great trespass
As but to banish you, whither would you go?
What country, by the nature of your error,
Should give you harbour? go you to France or Flanders,
To any German province, to Spain or Portugal,
Nay, any where that not adheres to England,
Why, you must needs be strangers: would you be pleased
To find a nation of such barbarous temper,
That, breaking out in hideous violence,
Would not afford you an abode on earth,
Whet their detested knives against your throats,
Spurn you like dogs, and like as if that God
Owed not nor made not you, nor that the claimants
Were not all appropriate to your comforts,
But chartered unto them, what would you think
To be thus used? this is the strangers case;
And this your mountainish inhumanity.
 
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