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‘Shakespeare in Looe.’

‘Shakespeare in Looe.’

The Bard did advance from Liskeard

in a sort of 9-days dance – a la Will Kemp – stopping off upon occasion to compare things to other things.

Nowadays, he would have caught the train; but, then, he preferred to walk upon his ‘legges two’

‘Shall I compare thee to a five-bar gate?

Which is a useful item, at any rate.’

and the like.

With him was his trusty sidekick, Ben – a comedy duo they claimed to be, that went under the name of ‘Will & Ben: Renaissance Men.

I say, I say, I say’, quothed Will, ‘Is this a dagger that I see before me?’

‘No.’ answered Ben, ‘ ‘tis The Globe.’

‘ ‘The’ Globe?’ queriéd Will, ‘My wooden O?’

‘No.’ answered Ben, again, ‘ ‘tis just a public house going by the name of…‘ (SFX dramatic chords)

‘… The Globe.’

Ah, well, all’s ale that ends, well, you know what I mean, dear Ben.’

‘More than most; but, all in that only a little, my liege, my fool.’

‘Don’t knock what thou doesn’t understand, Ben.’

‘Knock? Knock? Spake thus Ben, bemusédly.

‘Who’s there?’ responded Will.

‘Ben, my Lord-loon, like as well you know it.

‘Ben, my Lord-loon who?’ asked Will.

‘Jonson! How many times must I remind you?

‘Thrice a hundred, more if there is a Tuesday in the week.’

And thus, with much ado, they arrived in Looe

In the morning, yawning, I set my mind to the making of a colourful wooden awning.

I had wood –

good wood,

it should be stated –

and felt the need

to created a wooden awning.

Yawning, from it being early

morning,

I decided to do it well,

lest I could be derided

for the amateur contrivance –

the neighbours would give me ‘hell-

o, what’s that then?’

To plan’s the thing

wherein I’ll catch the confidence

of the kingdom.

“123, 456 – hey, Shakespeare dude, how’s tricks?”

“456 years…

456 Shakespeares…

to be

that old

and not to be

forgotten

must mean that

the Shakespeare dude

was someone special.

And every day

He is still having his say,

in poem and play.

Happy Bard Day, dude!”

Shall I compare thee to a Brewer’s Dray? Sonnet XVIII

Shall I compare thee to a brewer’s dray?

Thou art not the sort to take that too well;

So, upon your face I shall not now dwell,

And be careful here what I deign to say,

Or shall not see the darling buds of May.

Shakespeare’s Dad

Shakespeare, as a lad,

looked up to his dad –

for his dad was much taller than he.

The Montagues and the Capulets

The Montagues fought the capulets,

two rowdy groups in doublets

and ‘Hose them down!’is what I’d cry,

if the fighting happened when I happened by.

Hamlet – The Musical

Hamlet – The Musical

Not William Shakespeare’s ‘Hamlet’, but a play based upon the tiny village of HappyHome and its various occupants. These villagers are beset with the problem of having a village church and having to raise the money needed to keep the roof on top of its walls and the bell-tower on top of its roof.

Then one bright spark suggests that they could get rid of the church altogether, returning – after one-hundred years – HappyHome to the status of ‘hamlet’

‘The Temp’ by William Shakespeare.

‘The Temp’

By

William Shakespeare.

Actus Primus, Scena Prima,,

A tempestuous noise of Thunder and Lightning heard, Enter a Ship-master, and a Temp.

Master: Boat-swaine.

Temp: He’s not at work, today – some malady or other, I expect – the Agency sent me – as a replacement Boatswaine.

Master: Good. Speake to th’Mariners: fall too’t, yarely, or we run our selves aground, bestirre, bestirre, Exit

Enter Mariners.

Temp. Good morning. I’m Mostyn, I’m from the Agency. As you can see, we are having a bit of trouble with the weather. So, the Captain has asked me to put forward his two-point plan, which is to; ‘bestirre, bestirre’ and, hopefully, by your doing so, we can get this craft through our current ‘difficult’ situation. Perhaps we can consider this a “team-building” exercise. Any questions?

Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Ferdinando, Gonzalo, and others.

Temp: No? Okay. If you could just make a start, I think that the “paying” passengers would like a word or two with me.

And so it went.

“Shall we meander, Miranda?”

“Shall we meander, Miranda?”

One day, on the Island.

“Shall we meander, Miranda?”

“Yes, let’s! When, father?”

“Straight ‘way, Miranda.”

“Oh, dad!”

And off they toddled, at once, upon their winding way.

“Shall we go Parranda, Miranda?”

“Shall we go Parranda, Miranda?”

“Shall we go Parranda, Miranda?”

asked Prospero, with a wry smile.

“Father, you are all a lather,

if you think we can spend a while

in doing so. The answer, it is, ‘No!’ “