Thursday, January 24, 2013

Robert Kurvitz Performs Richard III


   Now is the winter of our discontent
   Made glorious summer by this sun of York;
   And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house
   In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
   Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths;
   Our bruised arms hung up for monuments;
   Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,
   Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
   Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front;
   And now, instead of mounting barded steeds
   To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,
   He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber
   To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
   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 majesty
   To 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 time
   Into this breathing world, scarce half made up,
   And that so lamely and unfashionable
   That 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 sun
   And descant of mine own deformity:
   And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover,
   To entertain these fair well-spoken days,
   I am determined to prove a villain
   And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
   Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous,
   By drunken prophecies, libels and dreams,
   To set my brother Clarence and the king
   In deadly hate the one against the other:
   And if King Edward be as true and just
   As I am subtle, false and treacherous,
   This day should Clarence closely be mew'd up,
   About a prophecy, which says that 'G'
   Of Edward's heirs the murderer shall be.
   Dive, thoughts, down to my soul: here
   Clarence comes.


  1. tra tehke ise paremini kui midagi öelda ei oska

  2. Super stuff. Pleez, pleez tehke Jabberwocky ka!

  3. Very entertaining! Mulle kohe alguses tuli Count Horror meelde ja ma itsitasin iga kord, kui asi kurjema tooni võttis. Nii armas, et sõnadest, mis on nii ülipoeetilised, et mul tõsiseid raskusi nende mõistmisel on, ettelugemisel kohe selgem toon tuleb :) Ma täitsa eelistakski sellisel moel maailmakirjandust!

    1. Aitäh-aitäh! Oleks pidanud tegelikult veel rohkem karjuma, terve lõpp võiks pröögatud olla. (Karju rohkem kolmanda kursuse lavaka-tüüp, karju veel rohkem!)