Bard days’ night
Plan is to go to the opening night performance of “Two Gentlemen of Verona” tonight at THE ILLINOIS SHAKESPEARE FESTIVAL in Bloomington. We’ve been going to one of the shows each year for the past half-dozen years or something close to that. It’s going to be a chilly one, which is better than hot in my book.
Update: Pretty funny show. I remember liking this bit:
She wooes you by a figure.
By a letter, I should say.
Why, she hath not writ to me?
What need she, when she hath made you write to
yourself? Why, do you not perceive the jest?
No, believe me.
No believing you, indeed, sir. But did you perceive
She gave me none, except an angry word.
Why, she hath given you a letter.
That’s the letter I writ to her friend.
And that letter hath she delivered, and there an end.
I would it were no worse.
I’ll warrant you, ’tis as well:
For often have you writ to her, and she, in modesty,
Or else for want of idle time, could not again reply;
Or fearing else some messenger that might her mind discover,
Herself hath taught her love himself to write unto her lover.
All this I speak in print, for in print I found it.
Why muse you, sir? ’tis dinner-time.
I have dined.
Ay, but hearken, sir; though the chameleon Love can
feed on the air, I am one that am nourished by my
victuals, and would fain have meat. O, be not like
your mistress; be moved, be moved.