“Thy food shall be
The fresh-brook muscles, wither’d roots and husks
Wherein the acorn cradled.”
Category Archives: Shakespearean Sunday
Prairie Dog performing Henry IV, part 2
“Let me no more from this obedience rise,
Which my most inward true and duteous spirit
Teacheth, this prostrate and exterior bending.”
Prairie Dog performing Julius Caesar
“Run to your houses, fall upon your knees,
Pray to the gods to intermit the plague
That needs must light on this ingratitude.”
Prairie Dog performing As You Like It
And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part.
Prairie Dog performing King John
Look, who comes here! a grave unto a soul;
Holding the eternal spirit* against her will,
In the vile prison of afflicted breath.
* Possibly taking liberties with the depiction of spirits
Meerkat performing Doctor Faustus
What art thou, Faustus, but a man condemn’d to die?
Thy fatal time doth draw to final end;
Despair doth drive distrust into my thoughts:
Confound these passions with a quiet sleep:
Tush, Christ did call the thief upon the Cross;
Then rest thee, Faustus, quiet in conceit.
Meerkat performing Tamburlaine Part 1
Environing their standard round, that stood
As bristle-pointed as a thorny wood;
Prairie dog, fired from the CDC for performing Macbeth
Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests;
I bear a charmed life, which must not yield,
To one of woman born.
Prairie Dog performing Pericles
Didst thou not say, when I did push thee back–
Which was when I perceived thee–that thou camest
From good descending?
Prairie Dogs Performing Macbeth
Fair is foul, and foul is fair:
Hover through the fog and filthy air.
Meerkats performing Doctor Faustus
“Then tell me, Faustus, what shall we three want?”
Meerkats not performing Marlowe
Cast photos are always a challenge.
Prairie Dog performing Merchant of Venice
He doth nothing but frown, as who should say ‘If you
will not have me, choose:’ he hears merry tales and
smiles not
Prairie Dog performing Winter’s Tale
Is whispering nothing?
Is leaning cheek to cheek? is meeting noses?
Kissing with inside lip? stopping the career
Of laughing with a sigh?–a note infallible
Of breaking honesty–horsing foot on foot?
Prairie Dog performing Midsummer Night’s Dream
I will discharge it in either your straw-colour
beard, your orange-tawny beard, your purple-in-grain
beard, or your French-crown-colour beard, your
perfect yellow.
Prairie Dog performing Comedy of Errors
I do digest the poison of thy flesh,
Being strumpeted by thy contagion.
Keep then far league and truce with thy true bed;
I live unstain’d, thou undishonoured.
Prairie Dog performing Timon of Athens
“Thou wilt be throng’d to shortly.”
Meerkat performing Hero and Leander
And then he got him to a rock aloft,
Where having spied her tower, long stared he on’t,
And prayed the narrow toiling Hellespont
To part in twain, that he might come and go;
But still the rising billows answered, “No.”
Prairie Dog performing
“Between whose hills her head entombed is:
Where, like a virtuous monument, she lies,
To be admired of lewd unhallow’d eyes.”
Prairie Dogs performing Sonnet CXXVIII
Making dead wood more bless’d than living lips.
Since saucy jacks so happy are in this,
Give them thy fingers, me thy lips to kiss.